I was lucky in high school. I enjoyed the time I spent there. Reading some of the well-written nodes here on Everything2, I know this is quite unusual. I was popular and a computer geek before the term was coined.

My very first true girlfriend was Claire. She was a friend of Sarah, a girl I used to flirt with and loved in a deep-friendship kind of way. Claire was very quiet, and I didn't know her name. She did have two things that I did notice - her breasts. If you've read some of my other nodes, I am an imbecilic breast fanatic. Like most males, I would blatantly stare at a woman's chest, sometimes without even knowing that I was doing it. It must be a genetic defect.

I immediately introduced myself to her breasts. Her name was Claire. We spoke a few words to each other, and I invited her to the school dance that Friday. Sarah was happy, and so was I. My hormones were racing all week as I thought of how I was going to get her clothes off. I wanted to just feel those breasts in my hands.

At the school dance, we did every damn slow dance. I had her chest pressed up against me, and she had to know I was very aroused. I had my hands on her butt as we danced. I just couldn't wait until I had her in my car.

Then something unfortunate happened. I started listening to her as she spoke. My attention was drawn to her head instead of her breasts. She turned out to be such a damn sweet, wonderful girl I couldn't go through with my plan. She was nerdy, and she never expected someone who was popular would ever ask her out. She was naive, she was bright, and she made me feel like shit. We went out for six months. I cheated on her five times. I'm sure she heard, but she never said a thing. I ended up breaking it off because I just wanted to get laid and I was tired of hurting her. She cried for a while, and I stupidly tried going out with her a few months later. I had to break it off again, which hurt her even more.

Some things I'm not very proud of, and the whole situation with Claire is one. While I never did sleep with her, I hurt her much worse than if I had just fucked her brains out that Friday night. I had the opportunity to apologize to her years later. She is still such a sweet, loving woman, and she forgave me. Then again, she was always a much better person than I was.

A girl who shall remain nameless. It was one of those curiously wonderful summer getaways during your youth when you feel like anything can happen (cue "turn turn turn" by the Byrds). She tagged along with me and two other friends who were her cousins. The journey via car took about 10 hours in total. All the while I was thrilled to have such a delicious dessert sitting next to me. She appeared younger than she was. And what legs!

I cracked jokes, made the odd insightful comment, albeit always addressing my friends, sort of eyeing the periphery to see if she was in any way taking heed of what I was saying.

When we got there I got very ecstatic about the locale. It was just some crummy holiday community overlooking the Aegean sea. But I hadn't holidayed in some time, so I was game for the three S's, no matter where it was.

To cut it short, after day upon day of drinking and being merry, she conveyed her intimacy by walking over to where I was lying on the beach and literally sitting, and then stretching out on top of me.

Taking it to the next natural step yielded a whiff of some hesitation on her part. I asked, and she confirmed it. Virgin!!! So dry humping was the order of the day. She was also very sensitive about where she was touched. To put it bluntly, the only flesh my mouth made direct contact with was pretty much above her breasts.

Anyway, without getting graphic, we broke up and headed back to the city, where we tried once again. Having decided I lacked the time for this tryst, I broke it off. We became friends who saw each other once in a while.

Things were cool until one day she told me she wanted out of innocence. Wild thing it was, and it would have to be with yours truly. It's a very cinematic thing to ask of someone, as in, these things don't just happen. To boot, she also had a boyfriend at the time, which made it all the more flattering. So I agreed, although I opted to play the role of the sensitive guy who discriminates when it comes to women who ask to have their cherry popped by initially saying I'd think about it.

There were problems, though. I had a gf at the time. When that nuisance had gone away, she had gynecological complications (**sigh**). We could never get it together, nor get together.

This little once-in-a-lifetime affair is still on ice, although I'm not sure if she's still a virgin.

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