The girl next door (A true story)
Back when I was 19, I had one passion and one passion only.
Cars. In specific
My car. I was more or less an eat sleep and breath car nut.
(Still am) I never
payed much attention to girls, maybe I was a late bloomer
or something. All I
cared about was more compression and a deeper gears. This
was all to change in
very short order.
There was this neighborhood girl named Misty. I gave her
a ride a few times
in my car when I saw her walking somewhere. She was a year
younger than me,
but as it turned out, much wiser in a few area's.
One day I gave her a ride somewhere and she was flirting with
me something
fierce, but I never paid it any attention. I guess it went
right over my head.
I was probably thinking about my car again. Dumb ass me!
That day passed and
sometime afterthat, a week or two I think, Misty shows up
at my window of my
house at 6 am. I couldn't figure this one out, I opened the
window
and she asked if I could give her a ride home. I said sure,
no problem. Next
thing you know we are at some park just talking. I was catching
on.
I took Misty home and proceeded to set
something up to go out that night with her. She readily agreed
to say the least. After I picked her up in my car we went out
for a drive
and ended up on some side road somewhere and started making
out. Needless to
say, I had never kissed a girl before, and I wasn't really
nervous, but I didn't
really know what was going on either.
I was probably too
excited to think straight.
We ended up in a motel down the road, and I was now officially
scared shitless.
I managed to think far enough ahead to stop by a 7-11 and get
some raincoats
for the mini mechanic. Pregnancy was not an option here.
I came into the room
to find Misty laying on her back totally naked smiling.
To this day, I wish I
had a camera to take a picture of her, and of me standing there
looking just
totally amazed. I must of really looked stupid, because
she started laughing.
I'm guessing she got the reation she wanted.
Before you could say Jack Robinson, I was laying on the bed
with her making
out and sucking her breasts. I wasn't thinking cars anymore!
Holy sheepshit,
this chick's naked! I was totally doing things wrong I am
sure, but hell, the
first time is always awkward I suppose. I can remember being
with her in a bubble bath, and she's talking to me and I was
just staring at her
breasts. That still cracks me up to this day.
We had sex on the bed, and low and behold, I managed to go for
a good long time
before losing it. I was impressed and so was she. After everything
was over
Misty told me I could have done that to her at anytime, but
I was always working
on my car. Talk about your instant priority change! Time
went by, and she ended
up moving away.
I did to, but she came by my parents house
once to show my
Mom her kid. She wasn't married either. I always felt bad
about that. To this
day I'd do anything to get Misty back in a hotel room just
once, and do things
the right way, and show her what I should of done to her. And
this time I wouldn't just stare at her breasts. Maybe.....
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