Andrew stood in line for his lunch in the school cafeteria. This was when he was only eighteen years old, in his last year of high school. He wasn't particularly fast, so he often ended up being near the end of the lunch line. The echoes of teenagers cackling and screaming resounded throughout the dauntingly enormous room.
"Excuse me!" A boy twice Andrew's size said haphazardly as he pushed him to the side. This was all too common of an occurrence. Even the freshmen would often dwarf Andrew in size. Usually by the time Andrew finally got his meal, he would have already been passed over in line around five times at least. Today was no different. Andrew had nobody who could help him defend himself. All of his friends were "Lunch B", while he was "Lunch A". As he got closer to the front of the line, more and more people crudely passed by him. Pushing and shoving him into submission. Finally, Andrew got his lunch. Only a mere five minutes before the end of the lunch period.
Andrew put his tray down on an empty table and sat himself down in front of it. He poked at his food wondering if it was even worth the money, considering how little time he had left to eat. Although this lunch period had been a disaster, there was one thing that made it somewhat redeemable. When he was in line, Andrew dug around and found himself a chocolate milk. Most of the time the chocolate milks were completely picked over but on occasion one or two would be missed. Today was one of those occasions.
Andrew stuffed his mouth full of food in a panic. Leaving little time to savor any of it. This wasn't the ideal way for Andrew to eat his lunch but at least he was able to get his-
"Chocolate Milk!" A large hairy boy a year younger than Andrew screeched. The young man smelled as though he had just run a marathon. Maybe he had. He was the athletic type after all.
"Hey, Thomson…" Andrew said annoyed, clutching his milk in right hand.
Although Andrew held onto it for dear life, his milk was taken by the overwhelmingly stronger Thomson. This was it. Andrew's day had been ruined.
"Thanks so much, little buddy! I was a little late and couldn't get one! Thanks so much for grabbing one for me!" Thomson ripped the carton open and gulped the whole thing down in seconds, some of the milk slipping by and dripping down across his shirt.
"Bro, what the hell?" A voice that Andrew didn't recognize said from behind him. Andrew looked behind him to see what must have been the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Andrew froze up, being flustered by the whole situation.
"Oh, shit! My bad! Didn't know you knew him…" Thomson said, with a crack in his voice. He was clearly nervous. This was because if she wanted, the young lady he was speaking to could hire someone to make him disappear from the face of the earth. Her father was rich but thought it would be beneficial to send her to school among the common folk to learn some discipline. Thomson scuttled away quickly. Not even thinking to try to make up for his misdeed.
"Thank you…" Andrew said after working himself up to it. The beautiful young woman was now inches away from his face.
"Don't mention it." She said with a smile, "Here!" She said, handing Andrew an unopened chocolate milk.
"Thank you so much! Are you sure you don't want it?" Andrew asked.
"No, I'm good. I grabbed like three of 'em." She replied.
"Hey, what's your name?" Andrew asked, happily opening his milk.
"Holly, what's yours?" She asked.
"It's Andrew…" he said, his face becoming a bright red.
Lunch was over and Andrew had to run back to class. He spent the rest of the day fantasizing about the scary, yet highly attractive, young woman he had just had the pleasure of meeting. Girls didn't speak to Andrew. Not on most occasions. And so whenever one did, it would send Andrew into a spiral of confusion. This time was no different. He assumed that it was due to a dare or something. It wouldn't be the first time. But after school he received a different kind of message. Andrew was walking along carrying a good deal more books than he could handle when suddenly…
"Hey, Andrew!" Andrew froze in disbelief. The voice came from Holly! This must be the part where she would call him a creep or try to coerce him into doing her homework. Or Something else of that kind. "Are you free tonight?" Holly said, nearly making poor Andrew's jaw drop to the floor. "I was wondering if you would maybe wanna hang out or something?" She said. She tried to pat Andrew on the shoulder to try to calm his nerves, but this, of course, had the opposite effect. Andrew's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. He knew he needed to say something quickly. And so he said the only thing he could come up with.
"Hi!" Andrew spouted.
"Hey." Holly replied. What was that that Andrew had heard in her voice? Had it been seduction? Or maybe just tiredness or something. Andrew had no idea what he was doing but he assumed running away screaming wasn't an ideal response.
"Umm… Yeah, I'm free tonight. What did you wanna do?" Andrew asked.
"Hmm… wanna go skating?" Holly asked excitedly.
"I would, but I'm really no good at skating… I'd probably just fall on my ass." Andrew said, gently rubbing his posterior.
"That's okay. I'll teach you how!" Holly said, "come meet me at the roller rink at seven! I gotta go. See ya!" Holly strolled away. Andrew wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he knew it made him quite happy.
Now, Andrew isn't really the athletic type. He was very likely not going to learn from just a couple hours of coaching, especially not with a coach like Holly. Andrew shook anxiously throughout the day thinking of the many many ways he could embarrass himself in front of the lovely girl. Luckily, his worries would soon vanish because they wouldn't actually be skating at all. At seven O' clock, Andrew went to the roller rink on the edge of town but the lights were out and the sign on the front of the large blue building read "closed". He didn't really know whether to interpret this as a good thing or not. He no longer needed to worry about falling on his ass, or worse, in front of Holly. But maybe this meant that he wouldn't be hanging out with Holly at all, and that thought saddened him. Holly arrived just a couple minutes after Andrew, fashionably late of course, and noticed the sign on the door and Andrew's somber expression.
"No skating tonight, huh? Holly said, her arm weighed down by the roller skates in her right hand.
"No. Doesn't look like it." Andrew replied, "Wanna try again for another day?"
"Yeah, sure!" Holly said. There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air. Or at least that's how Andrew perceived it. He didn't want to simply go home and not spend time with Holly. But despite his reservations, he made up his mind that he had to say goodbye for today.
"Well… Goodnight." Andrew said somberly, barely getting the words out. He turned and began to walk back home, dejected, when Holly unexpectedly grabbed him by the wrist. Her grip was tight. Like she was desperate for him to stay.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Holly said as she gave Andrew a smile that hid a tinge of mischievousness underneath.
Andrew's heart was fluttering so fast that he briefly lost the ability to think. And so Holly took advantage of this to control the direction of the rest of their night. "Aren't you going to hang out with me? We can head to my place if you want? I've got a super big TV, it's basically an at home theatre." Andrew already knew how wealthy Holly's family was, the fact that she'd have such a luxury didn't surprise him in the least. But what did surprise him is that she wanted anything to do with him at all. Had he been more charismatic than he realized? No, that couldn't be it. Andrew knew that he didn't deserve any of this girl's attention. So, why?
"Why?" Andrew finally asked aloud with a heavy sigh.
"Why what? Holly asked as though she was completely ignorant to what Andrew was trying to say.
"Why do you want anything to do with me… I'm just some stupid loser you met at school… I'm worthless…" Andrew shouted, nearly pleading Holly to forget about him. There was a momentary silence. Holly looked somberly into Andrew's eyes pondering just the right words to say.
"You're not worthless…" Holly sighed, " I think you're cute. That's worth something!" The comment didn't totally dissuade Andrew's miserable thoughts but it did soften them. If she thought he was cute at least he was good for something.
"Thanks… I think you're cute too…" Andrew said avoiding making eye contact as though it would make him blind.
"Let's head back to my place." Holly said, taking Andrew by the hand. He didn't resist. They went to Holly's father's house. Her mother was no longer in the picture. The first floor of the house had a floor with a marble finish and white pillars that rose up from the floor to the ceiling adorning the halls. They came to a spiral staircase and Holly guided Andrew up it. Holly's room was behind a large white wooden door that smelled faintly of strawberries and the room itself carried the scent even stronger. The room was pink and white. Pink carpet, white dressers and bookshelves, and pink bedding. The bedding was unfathomably comfy and plush. One of the first things that Andrew did was lay in the bed and take in its pleasures, despite thinking it somewhat ungentlemanly to do so. He didn't have that sort of intention, he just saw a plump bed, the kind that you sink into and get lost in, and had to give it a go.
After he had his fill, Andrew plopped himself down in front of the bed, facing the finely ornate white television stand that housed a massive flat screen T.V. on top of it, "So… um… What kinda movies do you have?" Andrew asked with a whole squirrel in his throat. He had never been in a girl's room before. Obviously barring his mother's.
"Umm… let's see…" Holly said as she began to trifle through a basket of DVDs resting under the T.V. in an opening below, "Do you like horror?" She said showing off a copy of a film called "A Cursed Vampire".
"Yeah, that works." Andrew said. And honestly he would have been alright with anything. They began to watch the movie with Andrew sitting on the floor and Holly laying with her stomach down on the bed behind him. A good way into the movie Holly even had the idea to turn off the light. The glow of the screen and the bright colors on it kept the darkness at bay. The vampire of the movie was more hokey than scary and Andrew and Holly laughed at it accordingly. Near the end of the movie Holly moved to the front of the bed and dangled her arms around Andrew's neck. Andrew was far beyond being able to pay attention to the movie.
"Wha-… What are you doing?" Andrew asked, looking down at Holly's delicate hands clasped together below his neck. Andrew could feel Holly's warmth all around him. It was a unique and mesmerizing thing for him. He was red as a tomato and could barely breathe right; but then quickly, Holly stopped and scurried backward on the bed.
"I'm sorry. Do you not like it..?" Holly asked. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or offended; she figured he'd like it and she wasn't wrong, but Andrew was caught off guard so much that he spazzed out a little bit. He didn't know what was happening. Who could blame him for his befuzzled reaction?
"No… um… it's not that… I liked it… I just…" Andrew was at a loss for words, but before giving him the chance to find some, Holly took Andrew by the face and pressed her lips to his. Andrew thought he had died and went to heaven. If he was lost before, I'm not sure what one would call the state he was in now. Regardless of his shock, Andrew felt an immense bliss.
Holly wiped her lips, "Are you a virgin?" She asked, eyeing an unsuspecting Andrew, who had no idea what he was getting himself into.
"Umm… Yeah…" Andrew said timidly.
"Do you want to change that?" Holly asked as she climbed down over the bed, right onto his lap. She was now on top of Andrew looking directly into his eyes, like a lion looking at its prey.
"Umm…I…" Andrew shook uncomfortably, yet also couldn't help but be flattered. He wasn't used to this, but his instincts simply took over, "Yeah, … I do…" Andrew said unconfidently. Holly smiled and pressed her lips to his again and slipped her tongue in, much to Andrew's surprise. Her tongue was small and soft, yet the sensation of tongue against tongue was still very strange to him. At first he recoiled a little bit. But then he went back in and allowed it to happen. Holly moved away and looked down at Andrew.
They got on top of Holly's bed and soon they were in bliss. Andrew was below Holly most of the time. He attempted to get up on top of her, but she just threw him back down. She bounced up and down on him and moaned as she did so. Andrew didn't last very long at all. Every ten seconds, Holly would have to get off him so that he wouldn't cum. When they were done they laid on the bed naked beside each other. Andrew felt embarrassed.
"God, I'm sorry. That must've been rough." Andrew said sullenly.
"Hell, no! I had a ton of fun! Didn't you?" Holly asked.
"You're clearly so much more experienced." Andrew said. He thought of how several men before him must have pleased her so much more.
"I guess so… I mean you're definitely not my first… but I still liked doing it with you the best!" Holly said with a laugh.
"Really?" Andrew asked.
"Sure! You're the first person I've done it with who I like…liked, ya know? Most of them have just been stupid jerks." Holly said.
Andrew laughed with relief, "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it… I did too…" Andrew put his arm around Holly and squeezed his body up against hers.
"That feels nice." Holly said.
"Yeah…it does…" Andrew replied.
"Ya know, I'm glad this happened now of all times.. I guess I really just needed someone to hold me…" Holly said enjoying Andrew's warmth, "Lately, I've just felt so lonely. My parents just got divorced… I thought they'd both be trying to get me to like them more but neither of them pay much attention to me. I'm glad that at least one person is paying attention to me that isn't a total asshole."
"Nah, just a partial asshole." Andrew joked.
"No!" Holly laughed, "you're really not…"
Andrew fell asleep cuddled up to Holly. The soft bed and warm body of a young woman made Andrew feel he had died and went to heaven. That night he dreamed of Holly and how perfect and wonderful she was.