What was your name again?
A few notes: – Both characters were 19 -They now have their own house as Jeremy is an engineer and Laura is an intern at a hospital. -They live in upstate New York. “What’s your name again?” My name is Jeremy. I am 26 years old and live happily with my wife Laura. This is the story of how we took each others virginity. Let’s start at the beginning. We met in kindergaten. I remember seeing her first come in and feeling the urge to pick on her so badly. Back then I didn’t know any better so I did. And that’s how it all started. Now there were a couple problems with our relationship. The main was that I was black and she was white. I also lived with my grandparents and mom. My mom didn’t care that much but my grandparents did. They weren’t racist but they thought that I should be with another black girl very strongly. And, to their great joy, I didn’t go out with her…as far as they knew. I of course told my mom because we were best friends, her being both mom and dad. And I am glad to say she was just happy that I was happy. We actually didn’t start officially going out until 10th grade. I was in most of her classes that year and she pretended she hated it the first day. I remember her giving me this disgusted look and saying, “Oh it’s you.” everytime I walked into one of our classes like she hated me. To this day I hold that against her saying I was really hurt and she still hasn’t made it up to me yet. Back then she was one of the sporty girls. She played lacrosse, field hockey, and swam giving her the body of a godess. She was around 5’5″ and weighed about 125 lbs. Laura had lightish brown extremely curly hair down to her mid back. She hated how curly it was but I loved it. She had light blue green eyes with perfect teeth, due to braces, to compliment them. Her figure, however, was my, and a lot of other guy’s, favorite attribute. She was at least a 34 B which does sound like much unless you’ve seen her. Her waist was 24″ and her ass was 36″ around. She was perfect in my eyes and she knew it. Laura would flirt with me everywhere but in public until sophmore year when we started going out. And even then it was barely anything. Just looks and body language and such. No physical contact until we were alone that is. Now for me. I went through major changes from freshman year to sophmore. The most significant was that I lost a lot of weight and got a lot taller. I went from 215 and 5’7″ to 180 and 6’1″. And that wasn’t all. I also matured a little mentally. She claims that she liked me the same after I went through this metamorphasis, but I don’t agree. During that summer I worked out a lot and did work with my uncle. He was a contractor and I did most of the lifting. Those earned me a six pack and arms that girls fainted for on the spot, not that I’m bragging or anything. My legs were already toned from carrying all that extra weight before. Dispite all this, I didn’t play sports. It’s not that I wasn’t atheletic, I was our own gym class hero, I just did something else: the music program. That included the musical, choir, our a capella group, and this thing called Touring Ensemble where we danced and sang and went on tours around the township. This story actually takes place during our winter vacation freshmen year and college (we decided to go to Syracuse together). The tradition of our families going on vacation evry year started during our junior year of high school. The tradition of just me and Laura staying home started senior year. That also gave us time to see each other. During these holidays we decided we’d go over her house. She had a basement that was amazing. There was a giant U-shaped couch that surrounded a 60″ flat screen TV. Both of us had had our share of partners but nothing past getting a blow job on my part and her getting fingered. In the 4 years that we went out, she gave me head a few times and I’d eaten her out a bit too. The day it happened was the day after our families left, December 27th. They were going for 5 days. I came over the next day. Remember how I said she barely flirted in public? It’s the exact opposite in private. She grabbed me in as soon as she opened the door and kissed me as hard as she could for about a minute. When Laura finally let go all she said was “Hey. What’s up?” I was dumbfounded. “What’s up? Are you kidding me? Where were you?” “I was right here silly,” she said. You’d think I’d be used to it by now but I wasn’t. “You know what, nevermind. What’s for lunch.” We made it a tradition to eat Christmas leftovers. “Depends on what you want. We made turkey, dressing, ham, potatoe salad, mac ‘n’ cheese, and broccoli caserole.” “I’ll have evrything but the broccoli caserole.” “That’s the only thing I make and you never eat it.” she said with a frown. I hate it when she frowns. I brought her in close to me and said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’ll try some just for you, ok?” She smiled right away and ran into the kithchen. I’d been duped. But at least I got to watch her ass as sh…wait, what kind of shirt was she wearing? It was this weird purple color with this whitish patern that looked like someone puked all over it. I went in cracking up and asked, “What the hell are you wearing?” Laura looked at me wirh confusion written all over her face. Then she caught on and smiled, embarresed. ” My grandma gave it to me and it’s warm! Shut up!” … Read more