Something sexy (818 hits)
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Submitted by Brian Johns (View user info) at 2004-07-30 10:48:28 EDT
Way back when I graduated from high school, we had a big party. I have since attended and graduated from university, but none of the resulting parties came close. High school is attended at that formative time in your life when you really make strong bonds and friendships. Plus people typically get to have sex for the first time, which makes it all the more memorable. While I managed to play hide the weenie with a few girls in high school, they were, in football terms, practice squad players at best. Despite my limited (and clumsy) conquests, I never did catch the big fish that I longed for thr most.
No she wasn't the hottest chick in the school, but I thought she was pretty cute (although on a side note, I did get beat up once by the boyfriend of the hottest girl in the school). This girl's name was Sara and she was a perky brunette who had cool taste in music. While most chick's liked pop music, Sara listened to Led Zeppelin, John Lennon and The Who. Great music to chill out to, but not the kind that most girls liked to play in their stupid fancy little sports cars that mommy and daddy bought them (Please note - The bitterness comes from the fact that my parents failure to buy/lend me a car cost me many opportunities to have sex).
Back to Sara. We were friends in that I talked to her regularly, but it never went beyond hanging out with other people. She usually had a boyfriend and I figured that she was too good-looking to date me. So when graduation rolled around and after the big formal prom and ceremonies, our class had a big party. A big piss up outdoor party. It was great. We even made t-shirts, which replaced yearbooks as items that you could sign for your friends.
So there I am at the party, having fun and drinking beer. I was single at the time (having been dumped because I was leaving town to go to college), so of course my 18 year old hormones were ready to score a girl with too few standards and too much alcohol. My and a couple buddies were admiring the veritable buffet of women in front of us (is it bad to compare chicks to food - I think maybe it is....) when I spotted Sara. She was chatting with some guy, but then the conversation ended and she started walking away. I jumped at the chance, figuring I would be in like Flynn.
I said hi and she said hi. Then we talked about the music, which she though was shitty. Then I asked her if I could sign her t-shirt. She said yes and I wrote (on the back of her shoulder) something like "You're the coolest chick ever", which probably looked like "Yor cooolst chik evor" because I was a) kind of drunk and b) couldn't see too well. Then she offered to reciprocate, which got me really excited. Maybe she would write her phone number. Or even better, something like "I wish we got together". Oh man, was I excited.
Sara took the marker from me and I turned around (the front of the shirt was getting full with writing). She then asked "What to you want me to write?", which sounded really suggestive to me. So I went for the kill. "Oh I don't know, write something sexy".
"OK" she said and went to work. The pressure of the marker on my back was almost too much. Here was a girl I really wanted writing a dirty message on my t-shirt. I was surprised that my teenage cock didn't blow it's load. My mind was racing at the possibilities. Got to get a hotel. Maybe her parents aren't home. Oh yeah, that would be great. We could fuck on her parent's bed. All night long. Oh baby!
Back to reality. When she was done, Sara handed me back the market, smiled and said "see you later". She probably said it in a really non-sexual way, but all I saw was her moist tongue slowing pressing off her teeth as she pronounced the "L" in "later". I think I watched her walk away for a good 30 seconds, waiting for her to look back and motion with her finger for me to follow.
When that didn't happen, I assumed her message of seduction on my shirt was the key. I stripped off my shirt and spun it around, anticipating her prose like a guy anticipates receiving his first blow job. Here is comes I thought.
I read the words she had written, then read them again. This couldn't be true, I thought. It isn't possible. This isn't right. I turned the shirt over to make sure it was the right side then turned it over again and again. But it was in vain. On the back, in large, bold letters, Sara had written:
SOMETHING SEXY
Epilogue:
I'm sure that is an old joke, when you say "write ________" and the person writes it verbatim. I had not heard it before, but people I tell the story to often see it coming. In any event, I just chalk it up as another chapter in my "How to Look like an Ass in Front of Women" memoirs. And it doesn't even end there. A few weeks ago, I bumped into Sara walking down the street. Both of us were in a completely different city from where we went to high school, so it was a cool coincidence. I noticed her right away and said hi. It took her a couple of seconds, but she did actually remember me, which I was really impressed with.
And so it started again. My mind racing "Oh I bet she wants it now after all these years". So I casually bring up the night in question, saying that it was the last time I saw her. Then I said "Do you remember what you wrote on my shirt?". Deflating my ego a bit, she said that she did not. So I reminded her, telling the story and hinting that I may have been excited to see what she was writing.
Sara laughed and said "I can't believe you actually walked into that old joke. That's kind of lame"
Story of my life baby. And no, nothing further happened. She said "see you later" again (this time I saw absolutely no evidence of sexuality in it) and walked away without even offering an e-mail. I went home, rifled through some boxes and found the shirt, faded a bit from the time I washed in to get rid of the beer/puke smell that had magically materialized the day after the grad party. Turning the shirt over to the back, I smiled as I look at the "SOMETHING SEXY" for the last time. It was time to put this and the bad memories of being a loser in the trash where they both belonged.
But then I thought, well it was still kind of sexy the way she wrote it. Now that I know she lives in the same city, maybe I'll look her up in the phone book......
User Reviews
Submitted by shadowdragon (user info) at 2004-07-30 16:50:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Tearful.
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-07-30 15:08:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-07-30 14:56:51 (#)
Ranking: 1
I think there's a movie like this... it has some teenagers, and they drink... they 'discover themselves' and then part ways at the end..
what the hell was that called?
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Oh man. It's right on the tip of my tongue. What was that movie?
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-07-30 14:56:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I think there's a movie like this... it has some teenagers, and they drink... they 'discover themselves' and then part ways at the end..
what the hell was that called?
Submitted by rainman (user info) at 2004-07-30 14:47:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Uptown_Alexa (user info) at 2004-07-30 14:39:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Cute. Maybe you should get the hint that she's not into you...
Submitted by potatomanjack (user info) at 2004-07-30 14:01:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by netwolf24 (user info) at 2004-07-30 13:41:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i didn't read it, but it's all +2's so, why not.
Submitted by Spiral_Abraxis (user info) at 2004-07-30 13:40:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
GOOD.
Submitted by DaBaddestHic (user info) at 2004-07-30 13:40:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"I was single at the time (having been dumped because I was leaving town to go to college), so of course my 18 year old hormones were ready to score a girl with too few standards"
So I'm not the only one huh?
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2004-07-30 13:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very cute story.
Sara
Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2004-07-30 13:02:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I knew a few girls like that. The ones that you pictured in your head while jerking off to photos of your mom nak.....OH SHIT!
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-07-30 12:50:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Score!! ER, well. Ok. Not score per say.
Uh. Good post.
Submitted by smokymtcsw (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:54:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
excellent!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:51:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awwww... good story!!
Submitted by 1Point21Gigawatts (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:36:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Brian Johns, you are on a roll. Nicely done, well written, to the point, minimal spelling and punctuation errors... Bravo.
Submitted by runninginplace (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:36:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The last line saved it, funny and leaves the hope for more action...or for some action I should say.
Submitted by gassygirl73 (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:28:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2+2+2
I would give this more if I could. Good story and great writing.
Sweet but not too sweet. Made me remember some good times and people.
Submitted by Badlands (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:02:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
PLUS TWO.
Submitted by Falco (user info) at 2004-07-30 11:00:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Aww
Submitted by ess-arr (user info) at 2004-07-30 10:58:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It should be your mission in life to bone her...
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-07-30 10:51:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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