When they caught up, Freya asked her, “Do you think he’ll kiss you?”
“I don’t know,” Katherine replied, utterly embarrassed by the question.
“I think he will,” Freya told her.
Katherine ignored them and when they got to Cynthia’s driveway, she turned and looked at the other girls. “Guys…” she started, then frustratingly scoffed, “Ugh!” and got into her car and pulled out of the driveway.
“Let me grab my dad’s keys and let’s go see this guy for ourselves,” Freya told Cynthia before Katherine’s car was even out of sight.
The two girls walked into the hardware store and tried to look inconspicuous. Dressed all in black, with dark makeup heavily applied to both of their faces, and various silver piercings and assorted jewelry festooned with bats and dragons and other ‘faux evil’ representations, inconspicuousness was not something that they could really achieve.
Alex saw them come in and immediately knew that this new girl he had just met must have ran to her friends, told them about him, and they wanted to see him for themselves. He smiled to himself, thrilled that Katherine must have been as excited about their meeting as he was. And sure enough, the two goth girls hovered around the seed display at the front of the store, whispering, and stealing furtive glances in his direction. Then looked absolutely panicked when he made eye contact, smiled, and started to walk over to them.
“Hi, ladies,” Alex greeted them. “Can I help you with anything?”
The girl with the dark blue hair smiled at him. “Why, yes…” reading his name embroidered on his shirt, “Alex… You can. We’re looking for… Uh…” Cynthia looked at the seed packets, then continued, “My friend and I were wondering about some vegetable seeds. What would you recommend?”
Deciding to play along, Alex offered, “Well, beans are pretty easy to grow. And lettuce is always a favorite.”
“Hmm.” Cynthia seemed to consider her options. “I see you have kale?”
“That’s also easy to grow, but some people don’t care for the taste.”
Freya stood there watching in amusement, trying her best not to laugh.
“Yes. I’ve heard that about kale,” Cynthia said.
Alex cut to the chase. “Hey. You girls wouldn’t happen to know a young lady by the name of Katherine, would you?”
The two girls’ already pale faces went even paler.
“I figured that you wanted to come in and check me out?” Alex asked. “Before Friday?”
“I’m sorry,” Freya apologized. “It was all her idea.” She jerked a thumb towards her accomplice.
“No, it wasn’t!” Cynthia cried.
“It’s okay,” Alex assured them. “I get it. Some random guy asks your friend out and, of course, you want to make sure he’s not a weirdo. I totally get it.”
Color began to rise in the faces of both girls.
“I’m guessing that you don’t want any vegetable seeds, today,” Alex stated.
Sheepishly, Cynthia answered, “No.”
“So, are you convinced that I’m not a serial killer?”
They both nodded their heads in unison.
“Then I guess I’ll see you both on Friday?”
“Um-hum,” Cynthia replied.
“Great! I’m really looking forward to it.” Alex smiled, then walked back to his broom and dustpan.
Cynthia and Freya scurried out of the store.
“He is SO cute!” Freya announced as soon as they were back in the car.
“I know!” Cynthia said. “I would totally kiss him!”
“Oh! So wouldn’t I.” Freya agreed. “I would do a lot more than just kiss him!”
“Freya!”
Freya laughed.
“Katherine is so lucky!” Cynthia mused.
“I know. Why couldn’t I have been the one that needed paint today?” Freya wondered. “Hey. Maybe he has two cute friends?”
That night, as Katherine was brushing her teeth before bed, she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had been thinking about Alex all day long. He had said it was a date, but was it? Why would he have any interest in a dorky high school girl? He was good-looking and she clearly wasn’t. Her nose was too small, her eyes were too big, she had hideous freckles across her upper cheeks, her lips were thin and expressionless — she looked down at the sink as she rinsed her toothbrush, turning away from the image looking back at her. Judging her.
In bed, she tossed and turned. She could not go to sleep with all of the thoughts in her head. What if it was a date? A real date? Her first date?
Katherine had to get up early for school the next morning and knew that she had to get to sleep. And she knew one fool-proof way to do it.
Or so she hoped.
One of her slender hands reached down between her legs and felt the familiar tickle of her pubic hair against her fingertips. Sliding her middle finger further, she was surprised at how wet she already was. She could feel the delicate velvet of her inner lips protruding slightly. Engorged and puffy, they were unusually sensitive under her probing finger.
She closed her eyes and gently spread herself feeling for her clitoris. It, too, was already extremely sensitive. Was she falling for a guy that she had just met?
Imagining his lips against hers, she began to rub herself in that circular motion that she knew would quickly bring her to an orgasm, but after a few minutes, Katherine realized that it wasn’t working.
She needed more.
Quietly getting out of bed, she tiptoed to her closet and got the small vibrator out of the shoebox in the back corner, then crept back into bed. Not daring to turn it on with her parents possibly still awake in the next room, she caressed her pussy with the tip of it. She quickly knew that this wasn’t going to work, either.
She pressed it lower, seeking her, as yet untouched, opening. She had never actually pushed it into herself, hoping to save that for someone special — and honestly, a little afraid to put something in there — but by now, the aching was just too much. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Besides, a vibrator didn’t really count. She would still be a virgin.
Katherine was shocked at how good slipping the tip between her pussy lips felt. Her other hand began to lightly pinch one of her nipples through the thin material of her oversized nightshirt as she slowly worked the silent vibrator into her.
She had barely gotten it into her opening, when she felt a slight tug inside. Katherine froze. What was happening? Was this her hymen? Was she “popping her own cherry?” It didn’t hurt, so after a few moments, she gingerly pushed in a little more. Since she strictly wore pads, she had no idea what having something in her vagina was supposed to feel like and this didn’t hurt — quite the opposite! — so she continued until the small toy was in as far as she dared.
And it felt exquisite.
Abandoning her nipple, she brought her left hand down to hold the vibrator securely in her slippery canal and used her right hand to stroke her clit.
Now this was doing it for her!
She brought the image of Alex and his smile back up. She imagined him holding her in his strong arms. She wondered if the full feeling was how he would feel inside her. She was a bit surprised at how fast her mind went there and could feel her face get hot. But it felt sooo good. She imagined him inside her, leaning in for a kiss. Her mouth and tongue moved silently in the dark as they kissed.
Katherine could feel her orgasm building. She whispered, “Oh, Alex,” to the empty room as she clamped her thighs together and came.
After a few minutes, she reluctantly pulled the vibrator from between her legs and got out of bed. She carefully opened her bedroom door and padded softly across the hall to the bathroom. She pulled the vibrator out from under her shirt to rinse it off and was bewildered to see the beige plastic faintly streaked with pink blood. ‘I guess I did pop my cherry,’ she thought. ‘That didn’t hurt at all.’
She rinsed and dried it off, feeling almost proud of her successful first foray into true vaginal masturbation, then slunk back to her room ready to go to sleep. Curled up in bed, feeling the warm glow of her orgasm still coursing through her body, Katherine drifted off to sleep.
Friday evening finally rolled around and Alex knocked on Katherine’s front door, excited about the game night ahead, but more excited about seeing Katherine again.
He rang the doorbell, and it was immediately opened by Katherine.
“Hi,” she said, trying not to smile too widely.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Her smile faltered. “My parents want to meet you. Come in.”
“Sure.”
As he followed her into the living room, her father stood up. “So, this is Alex?” Without waiting for an answer to his rhetorical question, Mr. McMillan gave him a firm handshake and introduced himself, “Jim. And this is my wife, Wendy.”
“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Then he nodded to Katherine’s mother.
“It’s great to meet you.” Still holding Alex’s hand, Mr. McMillan looked at Alex. “So, you work down at the hardware store?”
“Yes, sir.” Alex replied. He didn’t feel that it was necessary to add that his parents owned it.
Mr. McMillan let go of Alex’s hand and, much to Katherine’s chagrin, asked, “So, you’re taking our Katie out on a date, huh?”
Katherine saw Alex’s eyes light up when he answered, “Yes, I am.”
“Katie tells us that you’re a Dungeon Dragon enthusiast, too?”
“I used to play, sir.”
“It’s ‘Dungeons and Dragons,’ dad,” Katherine mumbled. Then a little louder added, “We should get going.”
Mrs. McMillan stood and told Alex, “Well, it was very nice to meet you, Alex.”
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