The Curious Girl

I looked at my watch. Karl had gone out drinking with his friends again and I was sick of being left on my own. Come to that, I was pretty sick of Karl as well. My life was the same as it had always been. Here I was, just twenty years old, and yet each time I went with a guy - be it for a week, or even a month, no matter how keen I had been on him to start with, the excitement soon waned. Why couldn't I be like most of my girlfriends who found pleasure in talking about and getting excited over their latest "conquests". I was an enigma, even to myself.

I decided to go upstairs and shower and go out for the evening. I telephoned my best friend Katie to see if she was free. She was a bit cagey to start with saying that she couldn't go out, and then she finally confessed that her aunt and her cousin had come over to stay, and her mother wanted her to be at home to entertain them. Finally, she asked me if I wanted to go over and meet them. I didn't need asking twice, I was so bored.

Fortunately, Katie only lived a couple of blocks away, so I was there within the hour. To say she seemed quite relieved that I had gone, was an understatement. I walked in, and they were all sitting in the lounge - Katie's mum, her dad, her aunt and uncle and her cousin. They turned to look at me as I walked in. Compared with the rest of them, Katie's cousin, who was about nineteen, was stunning. She had long dark hair and forget-me-not blue eyes, with an extremely pretty smile. She acknowledges me in a warm and friendly way, and I realised immediately, much to my amazement, that I was experiencing a fluttering sensation, right in the pit of my stomach.