It was the first day of my junior year in high school and I was sitting in English class, awaiting the arrival of the teacher.
I looked up to see a handsome man entering the classroom. "Wow", I thought, "is that the teacher?!"
Well, he looked like a man. My school was a purely academic school. We didn't really even have an athletic program as the school's sole purpose was academic excellence. The boys at my high school were mostly thin and small framed so it came as quite a shock to see this filled-out jock who looked very much like a college football player.
He spotted me, smiled and took the seat behind me. Or was it in front of me? Either way, I understood that this handsome guy wasn't a teacher but would soon become my friend.
I don't recall our first conversations but I certainly remember the comfort level between us. He had the best smile and could always make me laugh. He seemed to especially enjoy my cheeks - on my face and well, I found out later that he enjoyed a posterior view of me as well. He greeted me frequently by pinching my cheeks, an annoyance at times, but then again, all of my male friends enjoyed annoying me in some way. My reaction always brightened their day.
I had met and fallen for J a few months before school started. J had recently moved away but I still couldn't see myself without him. Any hopes of a romantic relationship and flirtatious advances from my new friend went unrequited. My heart belonged to someone else.
But there was something about our English class conversations that often had me nervous and shy around my friend. He was very comfortable with his sexuality which, as a pure and untouched 15 year old, both intrigued and frightened me. I remember one conversation in particular when I told him of an article I'd read about Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith. They had holed themselves away for a weekend, making love and ordering out for food, never leaving the bed or each other's arms. It sounded completely romantic to me.
He looked at me and smiled after I told him the story. "I could see you and I doing that. We could lie around in bed and make love for hours. And I'm sure we could last even longer than a weekend."
I blushed and giggled and... was a little turned on.
My friend soon began to date another mutual friend at our high school. They were a great couple but he continued to flirt with me. When he'd come to my house, my mom thought he was the hottest thing around and told him so. He laughed at her forwardness and offered compliments right back at her.
He had a confident, flirtatious nature around girls. He was that guy that the girls loved and the guys wanted to hang with. He was fun to be around and I enjoyed his company.
Many months into our junior year and with J out of the picture, my new friend was frustrated. Finally I was single and he... was not. I can't remember exactly how it happened but he soon set me up with his older, and just as handsome, brother. His brother was a perfect gentleman and we enjoyed each other as well.
One night, I was invited to join his family for dinner. On the drive to their house, a cat dashed out in front of me. I was a new driver and didn't swerve quickly enough. The *bump* sound immediately brought me to tears. I arrived at the house red faced and broken. Both my friend and his brother did what they could to calm my nerves. Over the course of the evening, his family had turned the incident into something to laugh at, picking on me and making jokes. I enjoyed that dinner and it was fun to see the both of them in their family element.
I attended my junior prom with my friend's brother, the perfect gentleman. I was thrilled about the night and wore a strapless dress that showed off my abundant 16 year old cleavage. I was excited to see if my date would finally kiss me. After a few months of dating, enjoying each other and after the sexual conversations during English class with his brother, I was more than ready. I convinced myself, "Tonight's the night!"
The evening was awesome. As my date walked me to the door, I could tell he was nervous. I knew it was coming. I'd finally get my first *real* kiss. We stood there on my porch and exchanged pleasantries and giggled a little. Then he leaned in. It was the perfect scene from a movie.... he leaned in and...
Kissed my cheek.
After I closed the door behind him, I was completely frustrated. Did he not like me? Defeated and confused, I knew there was no way I could continue to date him. Besides, he was heading off to college soon anyway.
Still, how could my friend from English class generate so much sexual tension in me and his brother, the perfect gentleman, leave me hanging?
To be continued....