“What’s it like? Do you enjoy it?”
“Yeah, I love being away at college, lots of great parties and there’s always fun things going on. The homework can really be piled on heavy by the professors though.”
“More than high school, huh?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” she agrees and adds, “I’m going for a Business Management Degree. I’d like to take over managing these apartments and maybe Pizza Depot someday. My dad works so hard and he isn’t getting younger.”
I nod, “Sounds like a good plan.”
“What about you, are you planning on going to college?”
“Yeah, I definitely want to go, I’m just not sure where yet. I’m not even sure what I want to major in.”
“You need to start thinking about that, you only have one more year of high school.”
“I know…”
Renee switches gears, “Kyle, can I ask you for some guy advice? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I don’t want to put you on the spot or anything…”
“Sure, it’s fine. Remember that girl, Tiffany? She’s always asking me for guy perspective advice.”
“Okay, so, there’s this guy at school who was in a couple of my classes last semester, his name is Tom. I kind of like him and I think there’s a chance he’s… he’s noticed me too, but I’m not sure. He’s really shy and I’m more of an outgoing, party-girl, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Yeah,” I nod, “You’re pretty outgoing.”
“I’m not sure if I should approach him… or how? Or what to do? I don’t want to scare him off or anything. What do you think would be a good way I could find out more about him?”
“Does he know you like to party and that kind of stuff?”
“I don’t think so, I’ve never seen him at any I’ve been at.”
I think for a little while and then offer, “Hmmm, well… if he’s on the shy-side, you would probably be safe in taking the initiative here. Invite him to a quiet-type activity. Keep it simple, go out to a coffee shop or a nice bookstore or something. Quieter activities may put you out your comfort-zone, but remember, being around outgoing girls can put a shy-guy out of his. Maybe some low-key, easy one on one, time is what work best?”
Renee says nothing, taking in what I said and then, “I like it! Damn Kyle, why didn’t I think of that?”
I make sure to add, “But, don’t hide the fact that you like going to parties and that sort of thing. You will have to let him know that at some point, he needs to know the real you. Don’t portray yourself as someone you’re not.”
She shakes her head, “That Tiffany girl does not know how good she’s got it with you around.”
“Yeah… ‘that Tiffany…’” I sigh.
“I’m sorry, you really like her, don’t you?”
“It’s just… I just… I just don’t know what she sees in all those stupid jocks she hangs around with. She’s so much better than the likes of them…”
Renee leans in, “She may come around someday, be patient, she’s young. She just hasn’t figured out what a real man is yet. For now, just keep being her friend; but that doesn’t mean closing yourself off to other options in the meantime. If some girl comes along that you want to date, you go for it! A cute and nice guy like you should have no problems getting girls.”
“Sometimes I wonder if that’s my problem…” I look down, “I’m too nice…”
Renee puts her hand on my thigh, “Awww, you are such a sweet guy… Don’t think like that.”
Standing up, she says, “I’ll be right back.” She goes to the kitchen and returns with two ice cold bottles of beer. Popping the tops, she hands me one, “I think we could use these, don’t you?”
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
Something she said earlier has my interest. I pause, hesitant to ask, but go for it anyway, “So… you think I’m cute?”
“Yeah, you are!” she looks at me like, you should know that, “First thing I noticed about you when you hired on.”
We sit and enjoy the refreshing icy-cold brew in this stifling apartment. I notice that she has put her hand back on my thigh. I’m getting those little tingling feelings again as she’s slightly rubbing the tender inner side, letting her fingers travel a little higher up each time.
“Mums the word about me giving you that, if my Dad were to find out I was giving beer to a minor-”
“Not a peep from me.”
Sensing this could be a touchy subject, Renee turns to me and tenderly asks, “Have you had many girlfriends, Kyle?”
“No, not really… I’ve never had much luck in that department.”
Running her fingers through my sweaty, dark brown hair in a combing motion, brushing it back from my forehead, she tells me, “Well, if I was a still in high school, I would be happy to be your girlfriend.”
This makes me feel good and I offer a smile.
“You really are a great guy, I mean that. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
The way I am sitting, slouched in the couch, I could swear Renee has been nonchalantly glancing down at my shorts, especially between my parted legs. And, is it just me, or is Renee getting a little touchy-feely? It seems she likes being close to me, like that day in the stock-room. I can’t help but let my mind wander, is she possibly taking a liking to me more than just a co-worker? Nah, I’m probably overthinking things again and reading too much into her kindness. Remember what I said about a cute girl showing attention to a reserved guy like me.
As I am off in la-la land pondering this, Renee stands up and slowly paces around the room, admiring our progress. I thought I heard her say something about, “getting a bit done.”
“Huh…?” I snap back from my day-dreaming.
“I said, we’ve already got quite a bit done.”
“Oh, yeah… I guess we do.”
“I think we make a good team, you and I,” she muses.
Walking back over and standing in front of me, Renee silently takes my beer from my hand and sets the bottle on the floor. She lifts one knee and places it on the couch alongside my leg, then she lifts her other knee up and places it alongside my other leg, straddling me. I look up, a little confused about her entering my personal space this way. She looks deep in my eyes and quietly says, “I know we needed a beer, but I think I know of… something else… we both could use.”
I’m getting the strong feeling that Renee is wanting to-
She gently presses her crotch down and moves it back and forth over the bulge in my shorts, rubbing her private area all over my private area. There’s the tingles again, loud and clear, but this time, throughout all of my lower body from this unexpected, but welcome attention.
She grins at me, undoes her bra and tosses it aside. Her beautiful bare breasts, only inches from my eyes, are breath-taking. They’re absolutely perfect and perky, in their own way, they match her personality. She grins, takes my hands and places them on herself, whispering. “You can play with these if you want.”
This is the first time I ever touched boobs and they feel wonderful! I love how soft, yet slightly firm, they are. I touch and caress them, feeling her nipples grow harder. At the same time, her hands explore my bare chest, lightly twisting and pinching my little guy-nipples. This sends charged sensations all through my body. I learn how the nerves in my nipples are directly connected to the nerves in my area between my legs.