Where it happened: A bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
Sometimes we seem to focus on the wrong people. When I was a Sophomore, I did exactly that. In a fairly small school of only about 500 students, there were an unusually high ratio of VERY nice looking girls, by my standards anyhow.
My current crush at the time was a 16 year old girl named Elly. She had super-model looks… and actually had asperitions to become one. A dirty blonde with long hair and a perfect body from many different physical activities. She was also fairly smart, at least judging from a 3.4 grade average which I learned about from one of her friends.
Anyhow, a school dance was comming up. I was a tad obsessed with wanting to go with Elly… but she had already had a boyfriend. So I did what a desperate man does in order to get a little closer… I asked her sister.
Ayla was markedly different from Elly. She was smallish and very quiet in class. She was 15 at the time and had brownish hair and, at the time, I never knew what color her eyes were because 1) I never bothered to look, and 2) she tended to look down a lot when talking. She didn’t have very many friends, from what little I noticed of her. I thought she might make a great opportunity.
So I asked Ayla to the dance. It seemed to scare the bejeezus out of her for me to do that… the last thing she was expecting was for someone to ask her out. It took a bit of courage for me as well… I hadn’t asked many people out before, and it was always a risk. Lucky me, she said yes.
So I met up at her house, and I managed to stop looking at Elly when she went to the bedroom and her boyfriend followed.
So I started making conversation with Ayla. My reaction to what this girl said: “MAN this chick is smart!”. At a time when the most intelligent thing I had ever heard a girl my age say to me was “do you have any gum?”, we started with small talk and the conversation evolved to something quite a bit deeper. We discussed many things in that one conversation… and it eventually evolved to poetry. I never knew how good she could write… even though this girl was in my class. Ayla trusted me enough to show me a few samples, and it impressed the hell out of me. It was about this time that I actually got a good look at her facial features.
Angel’s eyes. A wonderful complexion. And her hair was not a brown as you might think in a passing glance, but jet black. It suited her well. And im sure nobody at that school could have recalled when she smiled so brightly as when we discussed her poetry… nobody bothered talking to her, nobody made her laugh, and so nobody noticed her smile.
Elly and her boyfriend came out of the room all ready to go and ruined the whole thing :-). When we all got into the car, I was still thinking about exactly what I had seen in Ayla. Elly was an afterthought.
The dance came, and I asked Ayla. She was very shy, but mentioned something about having experiance in ball-room dancing (this was the theme of the dance. It was a school-sponsored event, and unfortunately the only music played was for ball-room. No bump-n’-grind). Much to my surprise, she was dancing perfectly in synch with the music. I was fumbling like crazy and trying to keep count. She must have noticed I was lookin’ like an idiot because she stopped for a few seconds and took the time to teach me while we were still on the dance floor.
The dance itself mattered little to me. The whole time I was thinking about what an ass I’d been about Elly and her, thinking I could simply use her. I offered to drive them home when the dance was over. I had some serious thinking to do, and for some odd reason, I think most clearly while driving.
At school, I started hanging around her a lot. After a month of courting and talking, she confessed to me that she had liked my for a long time, but didn’t want to tell me because she thought I either wouldn’t notice or would reject her. It hurts to think about it… I probably would have.
I took all of my money and spent it on her… I took her to the movies, bought her albums that she liked (ones that I liked as well, coincidentally), and basically showered her with all the gifts I could on fast-food pay. I wanted to make up for her not having a good time with anyone else in school. She looked more beautiful to me every day.
One night, after watching a video at her house, she took me into her room. We had kissed a few times before, but this time she had a more serious way about it. I was sitting on the bed, and she sat on my lap and asked my outright, “Do you love me?”
“Yea. I know I do.”
We then cuddled, and she didn’t say anything else. It was getting fairly hot and heavy… I had taken my shirt off, and she had stripped down to panties, an undershirt and her bra. It was about this time that I had the sudden striking thought of getting this girl knocked up and ruining her life. I also didn’t want to ruin the moment, but the better part of my brain won… and in a herculean effort, I blurted,
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want to hurt you… I didn’t bring a condom…”
She got up off me and said “I was wondering if you would ask…” and promptly reached into a little box in her drawer and pulled out the plastic.
We made love. For me, calling it sex would be degrading compared to “making love”, because that is exactly what it was. I’m not going to focus on the erotic part of it… because it is obvious.
Nothing fancy… unlike some of the stuff I find questionably real on this site. She didn’t suck me off. Her sister didn’t come in and become “suddenly arroused” and join in. She didn’t cry out in a flaming fireworks orgasm, and neither did I. We simply did it, and it was very good.
To make the story short, I was a bit clumbsy about the act, but she was as graceful as I’d ever seen her, and SHE talked ME through it. After it was over, we cuddled for another hour or so, and she fell asleep on my chest. I’d never felt so good in my life.
Ayla is still my lover, and I still spend as much time and money as I can on her (much to her disliking sometimes :-). When I say I love her, I have no qualms or disagreeing thoughts about it. When we are a little older, I want to marry her… just as I have wanted to since that night when I was sixteen and danced with her. Thank God Elly already had a boyfriend. And thank God no-one else had really seen Ayla before I did. My Ayla, I love you.
-Jason L., CA
sept. 18, 1999
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