When I was a senior in high school in the early 90s, I met a sort of punk girl who had just transferred to my school. She was smart and funny and had this confidence about her. She had just transferred to our school from a big city a few hours away. Her name was Deirdre. We had a small crew of us who were the punk, alternative, crew and she immediately fit right in with us. It was like she had always been part of the group. We went to a private school so most of the kids were very preppy and rich. Deirdre and I bonded a bit because I came from the same city as her and also moved to this more rural town. I moved for freshman year of high school, so I’d been in town longer.

Deirdre and I were admittedly obnoxious talking about clubs and little punk venues from the city. The truth is that I had been to one all ages show at a punk venue before I moved. My older siblings had gone to a lot more and I embellished my record a bit using stories I heard from them. I was a poser, honestly, but so was everyone else. Well, except Deirdre. It seemed like she had really been to a lot of shows and was part of the scene in the city.

I have to admit, I embellished my dating record a bit too. I did date girls in high school and I was pretty popular, but I was a virgin. I didn’t exactly tell anyone that I fucked someone, but I certainly implied that I had gotten around. The truth was I was nervous around girls and while I’d had some girlfriends I’d never made it past kissing and touching boobs.

Deirdre, on the other hand, enjoyed regaling our little crew of misfits with her sexual adventures. She was a petite, thin girl with small tits and nicely shaped, small butt. She wore dark eye makeup and sometimes dark lipstick. She had black hair. She often wore various collars or choker necklaces and constantly got in trouble for violating the dress code in some way. She would make jokes like the dog collar was a sex thing.

Dierdre and I both rebelled against the school in small ways, like when she shaved the side of her head. Or when she died her hair bright red. Or just having her uniform skirt way too short. I also got in trouble for various hair violations or wearing black boots instead of dress shoes. I guess we thought we were cool for our little rebellions even though both Deirdrie and I were near the top of the class academically. I had a crush on Deirdre, but I was pretty sure she was too beautiful, experienced, and cool for me.

After I broke up with my previous girlfriend, I felt like Deirdre was maybe flirting with me. It seemed like she found excuses to be near me, but I was nervous that she just thought I was a good friend. I think it was the just a day or two after I broke up with my gf, I was sitting at my usual table in the lunch room for lunch. Deirdre came up behind me and said, “Move over, Sam.” She just shoved her way in to sit next to me. Our tight crew of friends always sat together, but that was the first time she sat next to me. The next day I purposefully used my body to take up more space than I needed, so that when Deirdre arrived, I made space for her and she just sat there. After that, we always found a way to sit next to each other at the lunch table and we started sharing our lunches with each other.

“Can I have one of your fries, Sam?”

“Sure,” I pushed them closer to her.

She grabbed a fry and then grabbed my tie in her other hand, “This is a really cool tie. Where did you get it?” The guys had to wear ties and jackets everyday, but it wasn’t a uniform.

I laughed, “It was my dad’s. I think it’s from like the 1960s or something. I like these skinny ties.”

“It’s very cool.” She laid it back down and used her hand to gently flatten it on my chest. Even that much touching from her was gave me a little butterflies.

“Thanks.”

Deirdre and I got up from the table at the same time everyday, because we were in the same English class after lunch. We walked to class together, stopping at her locker to drop off her other books.

Later that week, some of us guys went to the mall to just wander around and get some food at the food court. As we walked around, all of the girls in our friend group came running up behind us. Deirdre sort of ran up behind me, grabbed my shoulders from behind, jumped up and said, “Boo!” in my ear. I flinched and she laughed at me. “What are you guys doing, Sam?”

“You’re looking at it. Just walking around. Might go to the food court. This town is weak, not much else to do.”

Deirdre laughed and said, “You're right, this town is weak. Well, can we join you guys?”

“That would be cool.” So, there were a bunch of us guys and girls wandering the mall, as teens did back in the early 90s. We stood out in our sort of punk outfits. There were some preppy kids, but a lot of the kids in this area had long hair and wore jeans jackets. They were more into the hair bands of the day and we got a lot of dirty looks as we walked around. It was kind of stupid feud that very rarely led to actual fights, but mostly just dirty looks and maybe some taunts, between the punks and the hair band kids.

Deirdre wore a black Ramones concert tshirt that she had cut into a tank top that was also cropped to expose most of her abdomen. It was cut to expose one of her shoulders and I could see her bra strap. She had on black leather wrist bands with metal studs and a dog collar on her neck with metal studs. She wore very low waisted black pants tucked into some tall, black leather boots. Her lipstick was dark red against her pale skin and she wore dark eye make up. I noticed her flat stomach, thin waistline and small, but shapely ass.

We wandered around as a group, but Deirdre and I always stayed right next to each other talking. We ran into a group of girls, including my ex gf, Lori. They were all the hottest, most popular cheerleader type of girls. My ex said, “Hi Sam,” with a snotty look and tone and all of them glared at me.

“Hi Lori.”

After they passed us, Deirdre rolled her eyes at me, “You dated her, right?”

“Yeah, we just broke up pretty recently.”

Deirdre was shaking her head and chuckling.

“What?”

“I’m just surprised that you dated her. I mean, she’s like the hottest girl in our class, head cheerleader.”

“I don’t think she is the hottest girl in our class,” and I kept looking at Deirdre with a grin until she blushed and looked away. “Are you saying she was out of my league?”

Deirdre said, “I don’t think anyone is out of your league,” and now she looked at me until I kind of blushed. “Just saying, look at how you dress, the music you listen to…she probably thinks U2 is edgy.”

I laughed out loud, “You’re not wrong.”

“How did you even end up dating her?”

I shrugged, “She asked me out after my band played at the talent show last year.”

Deirdre’s eyebrows raised at that, “Wow. Well, that fits with what I heard about you.”

I nervously said, “What did you hear about me.”

“That you haven’t been single since freshman year.”

“Why were you asking people about that?”

Deirdre blushed, “I wasn’t asking. People talk. I think it was some of these jackasses…”, she gestured with her hands at our friends walking ahead of us. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I think some of the guys are envious of your track record.”

I blushed a little and nervously made excuses, “Look, I’ve only dated 3 girls so far in high school and none of it was that serious. Oh, and a couple of summer girlfriends.”

Deirdre said in a mocking tone, “Oh, so far…you have big plans for senior year?” She gave me a funny grin.

“I didn’t mean…I just…I’m assuming I might date again.”

Deirdre said in a sarcastic tone, “When you get over the pain of losing Lori, of course,” and laughed.

“I broke up with her. Anyway, what about you? Sounds like you’ve had some boyfriends?”

“Yeah, I’ve dated some too.”

The girls ahead of us peeled off into a lingerie shop and all of us went in. The women working in the store looked irritated to have a bunch of high school kids walking around. I walked around the store with Deirdre as she looked at some underwear, “These are cute.” She smiled at me.

“Uh…yeah…those are nice..” It was a tiny thong she was holding up. She laughed at my reaction. I think I got an erection just looking at underwear with her.

We eventually left the shop and were milling around a fountain in the middle of the mall. Everyone was bored and then finally my friend, John, said, “Hey Sam, why don’t we go to your house? Play some pool?”

I replied, “Yeah, okay…but, just to warn you, my parents are home.”

“Dude, that’s fine. Your mom always feeds us.”

Deirdre was standing on the ledge of the fountain, a couple of feet off the ground, near me. “Come on. Are you coming, Deirdre?”

She smiled at me and said, “Give me a piggyback ride,” then hopped onto my back. I held her up by her legs and she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders. I liked feeling her body pressed against my back, as we walked to the parking lot. We piled into my friend’s car and another car to go to my house. There weren’t enough seats and after I climbed into the back seat, Deirdre said, “Can I sit in your lap?”

This kid, Dan, said, “You can sit here,” gesturing at his own lap.

Deirdre said, “No thanks, I’m already on this side,” and she climbed into my lap. She sat turned slightly sideways. Our friend, Nicole, got on Dan’s lap. Deirdre and I kept smiling at each other. My friend, John, was driving and the stereo was blaring the MisFits, Astro Zombies. We were all singing along loudly, but Deirdre and I would look right at each other and smile, singing the lyrics. I loved having her in my lap, as we drove down country roads in the dark. I had my arms wrapped around her to keep her from sliding off my lap.

When we got to my house, my mom was surprised to see all of us, but she liked it when we hung out there figuring we would get in less trouble. She offered to make some snacks while we went to the basement. Some people started playing pool and I went upstairs to help my mom bring down the snacks.

My mom said, “Who is that girl with no shirt on?”

“What?”

“The dark haired girl. Her top is nonexistent.”

“Deirdre. She’s my friend. She’s new this year.”

“Your friends always have interesting fashion, but she is practically naked.”

“She’s not naked, thanks for making the snacks.”

“You should offer her a sweatshirt or something.”

I leaned against the back of our sectional couch, facing the pool table, while our friends played. Deirdre came over and leaned next to me. “Thanks for letting me come over. All of you guys have been pretty nice to me.”

“You’re part of the group now, whether you like it or not.”

She smiled at me, “I like it.”

All of us eventually sat down to watch some horror movie and Deirdre sat next to me on the couch. She took off her boots and sat cross legged on the couch. Some of the other girls got scared at parts of the movie, but she laughed and punched me on the arm, “I love this scene,” while scarfing down popcorn. “Look at all that blood…” She had a wild eyed look with a big smile like she was having the time of her life.

The next night was a Sunday night and so we had school the next day. The phone in our kitchen rang as I was finishing dinner. This was back in the old land line days. My mom answered it. My mom held her hand over the receiver and said, “It’s that girl, Deirdre, on the phone for you.” My mom did not look impressed. Clearly she did not appreciate Deirdre’s clothing choices.

I had to take the call right there with both of my parents in the room. “Hey, Deirdre.”

She sounded uncharacteristically nervous, “Hi, Sam. I hope I didn’t call at a bad time. I have a question about our AP Chem homework. Do you have time to talk?”

“Uh…yeah, let me grab my books and move to another phone. Just hang on a minute.”

My mom looked irritated, “What does she want?”

“She has a question about some homework.”

I set the receiver down and ran to my room to grab my books, then came back down, “Mom, can you hang up the phone when I get on downstairs?”

I got downstairs and picked up the receiver, “Okay, mom, you can hang up now.” I waited in silence until I heard her hang up.

Deirdre and I made some small talk and then she asked me for some help with some AP Chem. I could immediately tell she did not actually need my help on the Chem homework, but we stayed on the phone kind of doing our homework and kind of just chatting. My dad finally told me to get off the phone. “See you at school tomorrow, Deirdre.”

“Bye. Thanks for the help.”

I had a big crush on Deirdre, but I really couldn’t tell if she wanted to be anything more than friends. Even though I’d had girlfriends, I really was just very clueless with girls. Every girl I dated basically had to smack me over the head and ask me out or else have a friend set us up. And Deirdre seemed really experienced with guys, while I was just a virgin.

One day, after school, I walked down to our usual hangout spot, just off school grounds. It was a warm day in late September, so Deirdre and a couple of the other girls had unbuttoned their uniform blouses and sort of tied them like bikini tops, just barely covering their bras. I thought Deirdre looked hot like that with her plaid uniform skirt. She and two other girls were discussing blowjobs while my friend John and I listened in shock.

Our friend Lisa said, “The first time I gave a blowjob, dude came in my mouth with no warning, fucking asshole.”

Deirdre laughed and said, “Oh man, first time I sucked dick, he pushed down on my head and I gagged so hard. I almost puked on him.”

“You should have.”

John and I just looked at each other with wide eyes.

I chimed in, “Yeah, that’s just rude. I always give warning before I cum.” That was just a lie. I’d never had a blowjob before.

My friend, John was agreeing with me, “Yeah those guys sound like dicks.”

My friend, Jason, changed the subject, “I’m taking Mandy to homecoming. Anyone else going?”

Our friend John said, “Yeah, I asked Becky and she said yes.”

I felt a little betrayed because none of us had discussed going to homecoming. Homecoming seemed so lame and like something the preppy kids would do. I laughed and said, “Fucking homecoming? So lame.”

Deirdre and some others were laughing as I continued, “Maybe I could get the DJ to play the Dead Kennedys, too drunk to fuck.”

Deirdre said, “Oh man, I was fucking this guy to that song and we both just cracked up when we realized that was on.” Lisa high fived her.

As we chatted, it turned out that most people were going to homecoming. Deirdre, in her ever confident manner, said to me, “Dude, Sam, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we went. I have this dress that would piss off the dean so bad.”

“Uh…yeah that would be funny, if we did that. Let’s go and start a mosh pit.” I was trying to seem cool, but inside my heart was racing a little that Deirdre wanted to go to the dance with me. So, that’s how we ended up going to homecoming together.

When we were hanging out after school one day with the usual crowd, the girls were talking about what they were wearing for homecoming.

Deirdre said to me, “Hey, what are you wearing to Homecoming, Sam?”

“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought about it.”

Deirdre laughed at me, “We’re going shopping this weekend. I’m going to help you pick out an outfit to match my dress. I’ll pick you up at your house on Saturday, okay?”

I nervously said, “Yeah, sure.” I was pleasantly surprised she wanted to hang out because I still wasn’t sure if we were going to the dance as friends or like a real date. Deirdre picked me up at my parents’ house that Saturday morning. I walked out to her car and she saw what I was wearing.

“Sam, you’re not wearing Chuck taylors to homecoming.”

“I just thought they would be easy to take off to try on pants or whatever.”

“I thought it would be cool if you wore those combat boots you’re always wearing. Go put those on so we can see how they look with pants.”

“Okay.”

Deirdre followed me into my house. She’d been to my house as part of a group before, but never just the two of us. Deirdre was wearing black lipstick and dark eye makeup. She had on some black jeans and a black tshirt that ended just below her tits. She looked hot as hell to me.

My mom recognized her and I saw her look of disapproval, but she acted nice to Deirdre. “Oh, hi Deirdre. What color is your dress for homecoming?”

Deirdre looked at her like it was obvious and said, “Black.””

My mom looked surprised and said, “Oh, I’m sure that will look nice.”

“Yeah, it’s a very cool dress. I’m gonna wear it with these boots,” pointing at the black leather boots that came up to her mid calf.

My mom forced herself to say, “I’m sure that will be nice.”

“Where are you shopping for Sam’s outfit?”

“I know of a few awesome thrift shops. We’re going to hit a few of those.”

My mom just held her tongue and nodded in agreement.

We lived in a sort of rural area, but with old industrial towns scattered about. It was a beautiful fall day, driving down country roads. Deirdre was blaring the Misfits in her car and we both sang along loudly as she drove to this one downtown area. Deirdre and I walked down the street and then she pulled me down the stairs and into a thrift shop. It was crowded with racks in the small space and had a pleasant smell like old leather or wood. Deirdre excitedly grabbed old blazers, ties and pants. She was looking for thin lapels and skinny ties from the 1960s.

“Go try these pants on, Sam.”

I went into the changing room, which just had a little curtain for privacy. I was stripped down to my boxers, when she opened the curtain slightly to hand me a shirt. I saw her mischeivous grin as she looked down my body, “Try this on with those pants. Nice boxers.” She giggled as she closed the curtain and I was a little embarrassed and turned on that she’d seen me in just my underwear.

I opened the curtain when I was fully dressed and Deirdre got down in a squat, messing with the hem of the pants and eyeing the length in the mirror. She messed with the back of the pants, touching my ass a little, as she moved the fabric around, “These fit really nice. I can hem the pants for you. I want them to sit here, so that you can see your boots a little.”

“That sounds good.”

Deirdre carefully marked the hem with some pins. We bought that stuff and went to a different thrift shop in a small town down the road. She found a great tie for me and my outfit was complete. Deirdre found some pants she wanted to try on. This thrift shop was empty except for a disinterested woman working the cash register.

Deirdre pulled me into the dressing room with her and had me sit on a little chair in there. “You can give me your opinion on these pants.” I was stunned as she took off her boots and then began unzipping her black jeans. She was facing away from me, but I could see in the mirror as she unzipped her fly. Her face turned red, but she had a funny grin as she slid down her pants. Her jeans were tight and as she slid them down, they slightly pulled down her panties, so I saw just the top of her buttcheeks and crack. Not much, but it turned me on. She was wearing black and white striped panties with these wide horizontal stripes. She was just wearing that cropped shirt and her panties, so I got a pretty nice view of her abs, pelvic are and bare back.

I was shocked that she was in her underwear in front of me, but tried to play it cool like it was no big deal. “Nice underwear.”

Deirdre giggled a little, as she pulled on the other pants, “Thanks.”

We finished shopping and went to a late lunch at a small restaurant in town. As we sat there, I felt a lot of nervous energy. I still didn’t know if she wanted to be more than friends. I had a few girlfriends before, but I was always shy with girls. They always asked me out, so I’d never really had to make a move. Since she always talked about her past sexual exploits, I figured she just wasn’t shy about taking off her pants in front of me, so I didn’t read too much into that.

I finally looked down at the table, “Hey Deirdre?”

“Yeah?”

“Um…so…are we going to homecoming as friends or is this like a date?” I looked up at her probably completely red faced. I’d had a great time with her that day and didn’t want to scare her off and fuck it up.

Deirdre gave me a grin and put the ball back in my court, “I don’t know. What do you think?”

I breathed in heavily and nervously exhaled, looking down again, “I mean…I would prefer if it a was a date, if that’s cool.” I looked up at her nervously.

Deirdre smiled and she looked more happy in an innocent way than her normal demeanor. “Well, then it’s a date.” I grinned and gave her a bashful look. She gave me kind of a bashful look too.

When the check came, I paid for lunch and Deirdre said, “Thanks. I guess we got our first date out of the way before homecoming, so you can relax.”

I turned a little red and tried to be cool, “I’m relaxed, Deirdre.”

We stood up and she sarcastically responded, “Oh, yeah, you seem so relaxed.” She mimicked my nervous speech, “Um…is this a date Deirdre.” She grinned at me and grabbed my hand to hold it as we walked down the uneven sidewalk of this old town.

“You’re the one who asked me to Homecoming.”

“I did and I’m glad you said yes,” and she moved closer to give me a kiss on the cheek, as we walked. I smiled over at her and let go of her hand to put my arm around her lower back. My hand was on the bare skin of her hip, exposed by her cropped shirt. I felt her arm cross over to my lower back and we walked to her car holding each other like that.

Deirdre drove me home and the whole time, I was wishing I had kissed her on the lips. It seemed like there was an opportunity back in town, when we got to her car. So, when she pulled up to my house, I awkwardly moved very fast to lean over, use my hand to her face toward me, and planted a kiss on her lips. She giggled a little at first and then we had a nice kiss parked on the street in front of my house. I was glad I’d kissed a few girls before, so I didn’t look like a complete idiot with this more experienced girl. She seemed to like the kiss quite a bit.

Deirdre took my pants home to sew the hems. She called me later that night while she was sewing them. “You’re gonna look hot in this outfit, Sam.”

“Thanks for helping me pick it out. I can’t wait to see your dress.”

“I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“What are you doing tomorrow? I need you to try on these pants.”

“Can you come over to my house? I’ll try them on there?”

“Sounds good.”

Deirdre came over the next day and we went up to my room with the pants. We had to leave my bedroom door open, but my mom was out in the yard weeding, so I just changed in front of Deirdre up in my room. She sat on my bed and watched me take off my jeans and put on the pants. I saw that she had a little grin seeing me in my underwear.

Deirdre had me stand there as she eyed the hem. “It’s not quite right. Take ‘em off and I’ll fix them.”

Just as I took off the pants, my mom came up the stairs and was walking past my open bedroom door. I was standing there in boxers handing Deirdre the pants.

My mom tersely said, “Come here, Sam.”

I went out in the hallway and she whispered, “Why are you in your underwear in front of Deirdre?”

“She’s hemming my pants.”

“It’s not appropriate. Put on some pants. Change in the bathroom next time.”

“Okay, mom, they just look like shorts, anyway.”

“Just put on some pants,” and then she went back downstairs.

Deirdre was smirking on my bed, as she cut out the hem to redo it. I put on some pants and whispered, “My mom doesn’t want me in my underwear in front of you.”

Deirdre giggled and continued looking down at her sewing. She looked up at me with a devilish look and said, “She’s probably right to be concerned.” I think I got an erection right then, but luckily had pants on again.

We listened to music while she sewed the hem again. I went to put the pants on in the bathroom this time. I came back out and Deirdre was pleased with her work. “You look great.”

“Thanks and thanks for hemming them.”

Deirdre and I were standing there and she looked out my open bedroom door, confirming my mom was downstairs. “Do you want to see my underwear?”

I quickly said, “Yes,” in shock.

Deirdre unzipped her fly and showed me just the front of her underwear. They were bikini cut with tiny little strings as the waist connecting the front and back across her hips. She hooked a thumb under the string, “I thought you’d like these.”

“Um…uh…yes…”

She giggled at my reaction and started zipping her pants. I reached down to push down on the front of her jeans for one more look. She laughed and then zipped them up. She nervously whispered, “I just thought it was fair since I saw yours.”

“Those are hot.”

We moved in hugging and kissing each other standing in my room. My mom walked by again and said, “Okay, I guess it’s time for Deirdre to go home, because we have to leave to go to your grandmas house for dinner. Sorry Deirdre.” My mom looked annoyed that she saw us kissing in there, but there wasn’t much to complain about since we were just kissing.

I walked Deirdre out to her car and leaned in her open drivers side window to kiss her goodbye. “See you at school tomorrow.”

She smiled at me and pulled me down for another kiss. Then she looked at me with her dark brown eyes and gave me a shy, quiet, “Bye.”

I went back inside and my mom was standing there looking mildly irritated. “So, are you dating Deirdre now?” She knew we were friends and I guess she thought we were going to homecoming as friends.

I was little embarrassed and said, “I mean, nothing official, but yes, we’re sort of dating.”

My mom said, “She seems nice,” but her expression did not match that sentiment. Deirdre was definitely not the kind of girl you bring home to your conservative mom. “I just wish she would dress a little differently.”

“I like how she dresses.”

“I’m sure most boys would. Why can’t she dress like your old girlfriend, Lori? She was so preppy and cute.”

“I prefer Deirdre. Look at me, I’m not preppy.”

We stood there in a bit of a minor standoff just looking at each other. Finally my mom said, “Okay, well, you just make sure to keep your pants on if she’s in your room.”

I walked away, “Oh my god, mom. You already told me that.”

“Don’t use the lords name in vain.”

I went to bed that night and jerked off thinking about Deirdre. I had that image in my brain of her showing me her underwear. Her pale skin on her thin body. I saw her pronounced pelvic bones and flat stomach. The tops of her thighs and her crotch just covered by her panties. That thin string on her bare hips. From her stories, I knew that she’d already been sexually active. It sort of turned me on to know she’d already been with guys, but also intimidated me. I’d never done more than feel a girl’s boobs. I was wondering if we would end up having sex on homecoming night. Maybe I should buy condoms. Maybe it would be weird if I had them like I expected it. I came to the image of her standing in her underwear in the changing room. I wanted to just yank down her panties and lick her.

At school the next Monday, we flirted with each other with our eyes all day. We didn’t let our friends know we were dating yet. I guess we were nervous how that would be perceived by the group.

We hung out with our friends after school. Our friend, Lisa, said, “Oh, Deirdre and Sam, you should come to my house for pictures before homecoming.”

Deirdre looked at me and I shrugged, so she said, “Yes, I want pictures of the whole crew,” She sidled up to me and wrapped her arm around mine, “and my handsome escort.” A few people gave us looks like they wondered if we were dating.

When we left to go home, I was walking with a couple of guys. This kid, Dan said, “I thought you and Deirdre were going as friends?” He looked and sounded jealous.

I wasn’t sure if I should tell anyone yet, so I said, “I mean, yeah, who cares?”

“It’s just going to ruin our group if you guys start dating. Besides, I would have gone with her, but I didn’t want to fuck up the group.”

Yep, he was jealous. “She asked me.”

He was still trailing me to my car. “But did she say if it was just as a friend?”

I just smiled at him. I decided to fuck with him, “She asked me to marry her,” then waved goodbye as he stood there with a worried expression.

I told Deirdre about it on the phone that night. She laughed, “Oh great, our friend group dynamic is about to get weird.”

I nervously said, “Don’t care. You’re worth it.”

She nervously said, “Awww, thanks.”

The day of homecoming arrived and I went to Deirdre’s house to pick her up. Her black dress showed a lot of skin. She was sexy as hell. The dean was going to hate this dress and probably my outfit too. Her legs looked terrific and I could see her pale shoulders exposed down to the tops of her small mounds. Her dress ended high up on her thighs, which was not the style of homecoming dress at the time. Most girls had long dresses. Her dad was not pleased with the dress, but she also got away with a lot because her parents were separated. I had a dark blazer from the 1960s with thin lapels and super thin dark tie. I was wearing black pants and I had on my combat boots instead of dress shoes. She was also wearing some heavy black boots with her sexy dress. We took some pictures there with her family.

Then we went to Lisa’s house for photos with friends. They had us pose with Deirdre in front of me and my arms wrapped around her from behind in a hug. I whispered in her ear, “You look beautiful Deirdre.” She turned to kiss my cheek in that pose. Our friend, Dan, seethed with jealousy off to the side. Lisa looked with raised eyebrows a little like she just realized we were not going as friends.

We went to the dance and it was alright. We made fun of the pop music, but she and I did dance to the slow songs together and yeah, it was definitely a date. We were not looking at each other like two friends, as we danced and I think all of our friends could tell.

Deirdre and I went to a friend’s house for a party after the dance. Some of us changed into swimsuits and got in their hot tub. Deirdre was wearing this tiny black bikini and the bottoms were pretty much a thong. Her ass looked amazing and she seemed to be a little embarrassed in it. All the girls were wearing bikinis, but I’d say she was the only one showing her whole ass basically. The hot tub was crowded and she got on my lap under the water. She sat sideways with her arm over my shoulders. I had an arm around her lower back and rested my hand on her mostly exposed hip. My other started out resting on her upper thigh. We kept looking in each other’s eyes and smiling. My hand that was on her hip migrated onto her bare ass slightly sometimes and she would smile at me a little.

I got a raging boner from this situation. We sank off the ledge and nto deeper water, so only our shoulders were exposed. I ran my hand very slowly up her inner thigh until it was touching her crotch. She smiled at me and gave me a look with raised eyebrows. I could feel her camel toe a little through her swimsuit bottoms. My dick was standing straight up and my thin swimsuit was doing nothing to hold it back. I reached down to arrange my dick so that it was standing straight up between her legs. It was basically against her crotch so that my shaft rubbed against her with our swimsuits the only thing keeping them from touching. I felt her fingers touch it a little through the swimsuit. It slipped out of the bottom of one leg of my swimsuit, so my naked boner, rubbed her inner thigh. She reached down and briefly touched it. I felt her hand briefly grip the bare shaft and she gave me a nervous look. Unfortunately, the parents of the girl who was hosting were ready for everyone to leave.

Everyone dried off and got dressed again. Deirdre and I stopped at a make out spot close to her mom’s house. We sat there listening to music in my dark car, parked in a dirt parking lot. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I finally leaned over and used my hand to gently touch her chin, turning her face so I could kiss her on the lips. I gave her soft kiss on her nice, pouty lower lip. We started really making out eventually.

We decided to get in the back seat to be more comfortable making out. I got on top of her and we kissed a lot more. I moved a hand up and felt one of her tits on the outside of her shirt. I was hard and I was grinding my boner into her as we made out. I was horny and figured we would end up picking up where we left off in the hot tub. I figured she might be okay with fooling around a little.

I got bolder and reached down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. We were both breathing heavy, as we kissed and I humped my hard dick against her, fully clothed. I whispered, “That was so hot in the hot tub,” as I started unzipping her pants.

She pulled my hand away and whispered nervously, “Let’s not.”

I felt myself turn red with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry Deirdre…”

“It’s okay Sam…just, not tonight.”

“Okay.”

We continued kissing and then it was eventually time to go home. We moved back up to the front seat and I started driving her home. I noticed that she was trying to hide the fact that she was crying a little.

I pulled over, “what’s wrong Deirdre?”

“You’re disappointed.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are…because you wanted to…”

“I’m really not…”

She looked at me nervously with tears in her eyes. “Deirdre, I’m sorry if I was like moving too fast. I just…I’m really attracted to you, I don’t want to do something if you don’t. I’m not like that.”

“But, I do want to do that with you…it’s just…”

“Deirdre, I like you and we don’t have to do anything. I’m not disappointed. I hope you would not think I was like that.”

“I just…Sam…I’m a virgin! I’m full of shit! I haven’t done anything! I talk a big game…” She was crying.

“I’m a virgin too.”

“No Sam, I mean I have not done…anything, except kissing.”

“Deirdre, me too. I’ve felt some boobs.”

“So, we’re both full of shit?” she said with a slight grin through her tears.

“I guess, so.” We kissed some more. “I really like you Deirdre.”

“I really like you too, Sam.”

I started driving her home again and she grabbed my hand closest to her to hold my it while I was driving. She gave me the sweetest smile I’d seen from her, but her mascara was running a little from crying. She laughed with her eyes still red and her nose sounding a little stuffy and said, “We should just tell everyone we fucked each other’s brains out.”

“Yeah, or like the police knocked on the window and you were sucking my dick.”

“Yessss.”

We got to her house and I walked her to the door. We kissed and I said, “Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Just hang out…me and you.”

“I would love that.” She kissed me good