Nerd, geek, the drip, a dip, theses are words that describe what people think of those who do not fit in to what the popular opinions be, for a person to dress and live life with a lack of finesse. I was this type of high school student, the too large, uncoordinated, and not caring for sports nerd, I became alienated.
Strange it was to me that when the senior year and basketball homecoming dance at school, who would seek me out of the crowd, she ignoring all her rich and or handsome suitors, Alison asked me to take her to the dance.
She, the runner-up to the senior prom queen had her hot date given her the brush-off for not winning a title. She was down in the dumps, so much that she was willing to link up with about any fellow classmate that might ask her to come with him. This is when I happened to be there, she seeing as knowing me to be as much a gentleman, she made her choice and doing so, it instantly elevated my status at school.
Alison was really great, it was easy to see why the hunk men of the football team liked her as a cheerleader and sweetheart, and she was for them an easy mark. Something unexpected happened during the school dance, Alison asking her new friend to take her home early.
I did not understand her reasoning, but being the gentleman again; I did as ask why she wanted me to take her home. One the way, Alison began her learned ritual as what the team player liked her to do, she slipping down in her seat, got on her knees on the car floor and went for something she liked to toy or fondle.
Our drive to her house had some rather violent swerving moments, and when arriving, I discovered her parents were out that night to visit friends. We were alone, unbelievably alone, and she being hot had made me knowing a feeling of foolish desire.
I parked the loaned car from a friend where she suggested, putting it as inside the garage. As Allison got out of the car and rushed quick to press a wall mounted red lighted button what lower the garage door, granting us privacy. Everything from there on seems as much a blur in my mind. Alison came at me with intent, she wanted and expected of me to be as aggressive as was any a man on the team, or apposing teams.
Willful, she was easy to seduce, as was I willing to be for her as sexual fodder. Like in school the teacher having first learned the program of study was there to show, teach, and then test the individuals as what they could comprehend. We together on her bed were so busy learning one about the other, we enjoying our thrills, did fail to take note of her parents coming home after midnight.
Troubled parents knew something was cooking when the garage door opened to show the usual parking spot inside the garage as taken by another car. They as parents to Alison knew from past experience what to expect. As I was at a crucial point of strenuous stroking of the heartstrings of Alison, as in walked her loving mother, she doing a late night bed check.
As to explain and give reason for our actions, Alison played it as being innocent and suggesting it was I that wooed her home and into bed. She became as much an accuser as was her parents to me as a sinful creep.
it seemed that no matter how good a person is, if they get caught once doing what is not acceptable, and they stand judged.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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