To tell this story, it's necessary to go back all the way to my junior year at good ol' Donnor High School in Stockton, California. Missy wasn't a cheerleader or anything like that, but to my recently emerged hormones she was just about the sexiest girl on earth. We had known each other since 9th grade but we didn't start dating until I got my drivers license in our Junior year. Right from that first date I knew I was in love with her. I had a second hand car that was given me by my older brother and I had a job working 3 nights a week and weekends at a local music store so I had money in my pocket. The time was ripe for my first car date. After reviewing my options I very nearly passed on asking Missy and opted for someone that seemed a little more attainable. I didn't want the very first time I asked a girl out to end in rejection, and I didn't think I stood much of a chance getting Missy to say yes. Luckily I decided to talk it over with Stan and Lenny, my two closest friends and no more experienced with the fairer sex than I was. "Damn, Phil!" said Lenny, the most naive of our little clique. "You're really gonna ask a girl for a date?" "Damn straight!" I said, drawing deep on a Marlboro. "And you're gonna ask her to the Drive In?" "Yup!" "Who ya gonna ask?" "Probably his sister." Stan butted in. "Only girl that will even talk to him, and she only does 'cause she has to." "Very funny, Smart-Ass! You're about as funny as a leaky rubber!" "Well, who ya gonna ask?" Whenever Lenny had his mind on something, he worked it like a dog with a bone. "Thought I'd ask Gloria Blackmore." "Arrrrghh!" gagged Lenny. "That scumbag?" said Stan, being more articulate than Lenny and knowing more cuss words than any kid in our school. "What's wrong with Gloria? She's got a real pretty smile." "She's also got a face like a fuckin pizza!" "Oooo! She's ugly!" said Lenny, getting right to the point. "Well, I think she's nice." I said defensively. "Besides, she's got great knockers!" "Great big fat knockers, you mean." replied Stan, showing me no mercy. "They go just great with the rest of her big fat lard ass body." "Yeah," I admitted, "but I bet she'd say yes if I asked her." "She'd say yes if anybody asked her anything! And still nobody asks!" "Then how about Sue Malko?" "Dog." said Stan. "Bow Wow!" barked Lenny. "Why don't you ask Missy Myers?" said Stan with an evil grin. "Yeah!" chimed in Lenny. "She's beautiful!" "Maybe I will." "Sure you will." Stan sneered. "Well I'm gonna! Just watch!" And that was how I decided to ask out Missy Myers, my heart throb since 9th grade. * * * * * I approached her during lunch hour the next day. She was sitting with two other girls and they all managed to ignore me when I approached the table. After taking a deep breath I cleared my throat and dove in. "Excuse me Missy, may I talk to you a sec?" Six eyes turned my way. Two giggles and one look of recognition. "Sure." "Ahh, alone?" Giggles getting louder. "Huh?" "May I please talk to you somewhere alone?" Other eyes in the lunch room turning my way. "Well, OK." I thought quickly, wanting to make my escape from the lunch room as fast as possible. "Can we go sit on one of the benches in the Quad?" "I guess so." I had to stand there and endure the amused looks of the other two girls while Missy deliberately stood up, collected purse and tray, and walked over to the dish line. It took me several moments to realize that she had left and, with a start, I trotted off after her to a chorus of giggles and snickers. I followed Missy out of the room and over to one of the cement benches in the Quadrangle. "Will this do?" Missy asked. "Yeah. Great." Missy sat and turned to me attentively. "We've known each other for over two years now." I stammered. "Yes. Since we started high school." "Well, I've always liked you a lot." "And I've always liked you, too, Phil." I just sat there, afraid to continue. "Why don't you just say what's on your mind? After all, we are friends, aren't we?" she said smiling. "Yeah, we are. You see, the thing is, ahh, I've got a car now and .. " "Yes, I've seen it. It's nice." "Thanks. Like I said, I've got a car now and I've got a part time job so.." "I've seen you through the window at Grady's Music Store." "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I've seen you too. Why didn't you come in?" "Cause I don't play any instruments or anything." she answered coyly. "Yeah ... Right. Anyway, what I wanted to say is ... ahh ... I mean ... it's just that ... " "What you want to say is that you want me to go out on a date with you." she said, giving me a big warm smile. "Right!" I cried, so glad to be let off the hook that I didn't stop to wonder just how she knew what it was I was trying to say. "Well, will you?" I pleaded. "Yes, I would like that very much, Phil." "Wow! Great!" I rose and started to leave. "See ya." "Phil?" I stopped and turned around, "Yeah?" "Don't you think you should tell me when?" "Oh, yeah. Friday night at 6:30 okay?" I said sheepishly. "That would be fine. I'm looking forward to it." "You are?" "Yes, I am. See you Friday." "Sure, 6:30, and Missy ......?" "Yes?" "Thanks!" She tilted her head and smiled at me as I started down the hall ... feet six inches above the ground. * * * * * I would like to be able to say that our first date was an unqualified success but the truth of the matter is....almost but not quite. I arrived on her doorstep at 6:30 sharp, after waiting around the corner for 15 minutes because I had left the house so early. My hair was carefully combed, I had on a new shirt and chinos, and I was fresh from only the third shave of my life, complete with a liberal splash of my brother's aftershave. I had spent 2 hours after school washing and waxing my car and I had 45 dollars in my pocket. Needless to say, I was feeling sharp! I rang the bell and Missy's little brother, Glen, opened the door, gave me a rude look, and said, "Yeah?" "I'm here to pick up Missy." "What for?" "Why don't you go tell her I'm here?" Still holding the door he turned and screamed, "Missy! Some guy's here for you!" At this point, Mrs. Myers came to the door and sent Glen on his way with a slap to his bottom. "Philip Richardson?" "Yes, Ma'am. I came to pick up Missy." "She isn't quite ready yet. Won't you come in?" I was ushered into the front room and perched myself on the edge of the sofa. "I'll just go see how Missy's doing." Mrs. Myers said, heading up the stairs. My eyes were glued to the landing at the top of the stairs as I prayed to make my escape as soon as possible and be back behind the wheel of my car, my territory. Glen walked back into the center of the room and just stared at me with that unselfconcious look that only the very young, or the seriously deranged, can manage. I stared right back. It was beginning to turn into one of those stupid tests of wills, who was going to blink first, when I heard a sound at the top of the stairs and forgot that Glen was even in the room. Missy was wearing an A-line dress and her blond hair was done up on top of her head. With the light from the landing shining behind her, I could see the outline of her legs through the material of her dress and felt an alarming stirring in my chinos. I jumped up, then quickly sat back down realizing that I was in no condition to be standing in front of anyone, especially the opposite sex. Cursing my body, I made a show of carefully retying my shoe and made myself imagine standing there in front of them to sober my mind, and hopefully my body. After fumbling with my laces for much too long, I managed to regain enough composure to stand up and greet my date. "Hi, Missy. You look great!" "Thanks, Phil. So do you." Mrs. Myers kindly left the room without a word, taking Glen with her. "Where are we going tonight?" Missy asked. "Well, there's two beach movies playing at the Drive In. I thought we could go there, unless you would rather go somewhere else." "That sounds good. Shall we be going?" Missy walked to the front door and stood until I jumped forward and opened the door for her. We walked side by side, not touching, down the walk and I rushed ahead to open the passenger side door for her. I walked around the front of the car and was pleased to find her seated in the middle of the front seat, right next to the drivers seat. * * * * * During the drive to the movie we made small talk about school and mutual friends but I couldn't get my mind off of how proud I was to have this beautiful girl sitting next to me, thigh to thigh, her left hand resting lightly on my leg. We parked near the back of the lot and I asked her if she wanted anything from the snack bar. She said yes, but that she would rather walk up there with me to see what there was. I opened the door and got out and Missy slid across the seat and exited my door and took my hand. Feeling on top of the world, we walked, hand in hand, across the lot to the refreshment stand. As we walked and talked, I began to feel more at ease. She spoke to me openly and easily and I felt that she was really glad to be with me. It did wonders for my ego. All through the first movie Missy sat right next to me and held my hand lightly, occasionally giving a little squeeze or brushing her thumb across the back of my hand. During intermission she turned to talk to me and the only way I could comfortably turn to face her was to put my arm around her shoulders. She gave me a smile and snuggled closer, resting her cheek upon my shoulder and we talked like that, faces inches apart. Just before the second feature began she looked long into my eyes, then kissed me gently and turned back to the screen. Ten minutes into the movie I turned and looked at her until she turned to me, and I kissed her, not as gently as she had kissed me, but still in an uncertain, experimental way. Her right hand came up and caressed the side of my face and when we had finished she left it there and looked into my eyes with a serious look on her face. "Phil, I like you very much." "Missy, I feel the same way about you. I've liked you ever since I first saw you, back in the ninth grade." Her thumb brushed lightly back and forth across my cheek. "Phil, would you kiss me ... really kiss me?" I kissed her and felt her lips part. We kissed long and hard. When we broke for air I started to nibble on the side of her neck. Missy's breathing became so erratic that I stopped, thinking something was wrong with her. "Ohh, Phil. Don't stop!" she whispered. "Please don't stop!" My lips went back to the hollow at the side of her neck and with a moan, she rolled over and straddled my right knee, holding tight to my neck the whole time. The warmth of her pressed tight against my thigh was too much for me to handle and I found myself with a full fledged erection, my breath coming in gasps. With one hand I started to lower the strap of her dress when suddenly I found my wrist in a grip that felt like a vice. I tried harder and only met equally hard resistance. Missy pulled slightly away and said, "Phil, please. Don't ruin it." "Ruin it? It's what we both want!" "It's not what I want!" "Missy, Please!!" I said, trying to move my hand again and getting the same reaction. "Phil stop it!" she said, sliding back onto the seat and rearranging her dress. "Well, you started it!" I said angrily. "I never started 'that'!" she said with a little pout. "I was just trying to do what everybody else does." "Well, I'm not everybody else!" "You were getting just as hot as I was!" "I was enjoying kissing you, not having you maul me!" "You were sure giving all the signs!" "I don't know what 'all the signs' are!" I didn't pursue it because neither did I. At this point my anger took control and I turned and stared at the screen, jaw set. Missy slid to the other side of the seat, folded her arms, and pretended to watch also. Throughout the silence of the rest of the film I had time to wonder if perhaps I had gone too far. Was I a sex maniac? Some kind of rapist? Was Missy going to tell her father what I had attempted? Maybe other kids didn't act this way! Maybe there was something seriously wrong with me! * * * * * During the ride home Missy stayed on her side of the car and looked out of the window, ignoring me. In front of Missy's house I jumped out and ran around the car, only to find that she had already gotten out and was headed up the walk. I followed her, trying to think of something to say. What do you say to someone you've just attempted to rape? When she reached the porch Missy turned and looked at me and my eyes lowered to the step in front of me. "Phil, I'm sorry I got so upset ... but you frightened me!" "Missy, I don't know what came over me, honest! I thought you wanted me to!" "Well, maybe I did, just a little. I don't know what I wanted." "Forgive me?", I asked, showing my most engaging smile. "If you'll forgive me.", she said returning my smile and descending one step, our eyes now level. Putting her arms around my neck she kissed me, then quickly turned and opened the front door. Once over the threshold she turned and said, "Give me a call tomorrow, OK?", then she gave me a wink that promised of things to come.
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