High School Girlfriend

While in eleventh grade, Andy had a girlfriend named Shelly. He had met her at his church teen group one weekend when they made apple cider and bread for Sunday's communion. He instantly fell in love with her, and they started dating once or twice a month. She went to a different school, so they only saw each other at church and on dates.

She was about 5'6" tall and slender with straight brown hair past her shoulders. She had an elfin face, small B-cup breasts, and a narrow waist and hips. Very cute by Andy's estimation. At this age, he was about six foot tall, thin and lanky. He had collar-length brown hair in a typical 70s rocker haircut.

He was still a virgin and went very slow in the physical department, mostly led on by her. It was a couple months before they started fooling around, and they still hadn't had intercourse by his eighteenth birthday in the second week of October in his Senior Year. They had planned on going out for his birthday, but she had called and broke up with him that afternoon. Andy was depressed.

He found out later that she ended it with him because they hadn't had sex yet, and, therefore, he must not love her. This just depressed him more, because he had been going slowly since he was a virgin, and he was being nice. Shelly was also dating someone from her school, and he thought she chose the other guy, because it's more prestigious when you dated someone from your own school. Pretty shallow reasons, he thought.

The trauma of her breaking up on his birthday affected him for quite awhile. Andy didn’t date anyone through high school, and he didn’t lose his virginity until freshman year at college in the dorm. This was the next event to re-remember.

A couple weeks before his birthday on her birthday, they had gone to a movie and made out afterward. Andy’s mind awoke in the middle of a clinch in the backseat. He broke the kiss and looked deeply into Shelly’s eyes.

“We’ve been dating awhile now, and you are probably wondering why we haven’t gone all the way yet,” he started.

She nodded in the dim light from the streetlamps. “Yes, I was kind of worried that you didn’t love me.”

“Oh, Shelly, I love you very much. It’s just that I’m still a virgin, but I couldn’t admit that to you because I was embarrassed. I was being nice and not pushing the topic, since I didn’t know whether you’d had sex before or not.”

“And I didn’t want to tell you that I have had sex before, in case you thought I was a slut or something,” she replied.

“Oh, I’d never think that of you,” he told her and gave her a big hug to reassure her. “I have a proposal. Next month is my eighteenth birthday. How about if we have sex that night? I’ll figure out a way we can do it right. Does that sound like a good plan?”

Shelly gazed into his eyes, smiled, and kissed him deeply. “That is a great plan.” She continued the kiss.