Tyr
Pulsar
- Joined
- May 17, 2009
- Location
- California
Jimmy had been dating Alexandra if you could call it that for almost four months. He loved her; respected her, and most of all lusted after her. With long untidy dirty blond hair, Jimmy looked like any other seventeen-year-old want-a-be beach bum. Though he appreciated and honored Alexandra’s wishes, which kept their relationship on an almost platonic level, he was wanting more. Still he tried to understand and not sound like he was whining and begging which he was to take the relationship to the next level. Many of his friends had already lost their virginity, and he wanted that special moment to be with Alexandra. He suspected that she wasn’t a virgin, which didn’t bother him, but obviously she wasn’t any kind of slut either, and the more time he spent with her the harder it was to put her out of mind and not think about her. A turn here, a twist there and he got a glimpse of just how amazing her body was, and it just hurt. The occasional brush or touch was driving him mad, and he wasn’t sure that she didn’t enjoy the control it gave her. Still it would all be worth it in the end, when he finally got to make love to her. So he honored and respected her wishes, as she was a good decent girl.
Like so many times, after school he was picking her up in his beater of a car. The thing had seen the best of its days long ago, and what little of a paint job remained was a testament to the paint manufacturers skill, that it could oppose the ever-expanding rust that seems to appear on the body. Still having a car, was far better than walking, even if the ride was lacking. Maybe with luck some day he’d get her into that big back seat for something besides some serious kissing. Many times he wondered how the other guys got into the girls pants, and he had to assume a few just didn’t care about them and told them anything they wanted to hear, or pushed themselves onto the women like some animals. Jimmy wouldn’t and couldn’t do that; he respected Alexandra and knew she wasn’t that kind of girl. His father treated woman like objects, like he was some Neanderthal, and Jimmy knew that wasn’t right, woman didn’t want that kind of guy, or at least decent woman didn’t.
So seeing Alexandra making her way through the school parking lot, he hopped out and opened the passenger door with a flourish. Jimmy wore a set of faded blue jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt with a rock and roll band on it with almost a stupid grin of his face.
You’re chariot awaits!
Like so many times, after school he was picking her up in his beater of a car. The thing had seen the best of its days long ago, and what little of a paint job remained was a testament to the paint manufacturers skill, that it could oppose the ever-expanding rust that seems to appear on the body. Still having a car, was far better than walking, even if the ride was lacking. Maybe with luck some day he’d get her into that big back seat for something besides some serious kissing. Many times he wondered how the other guys got into the girls pants, and he had to assume a few just didn’t care about them and told them anything they wanted to hear, or pushed themselves onto the women like some animals. Jimmy wouldn’t and couldn’t do that; he respected Alexandra and knew she wasn’t that kind of girl. His father treated woman like objects, like he was some Neanderthal, and Jimmy knew that wasn’t right, woman didn’t want that kind of guy, or at least decent woman didn’t.
So seeing Alexandra making her way through the school parking lot, he hopped out and opened the passenger door with a flourish. Jimmy wore a set of faded blue jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt with a rock and roll band on it with almost a stupid grin of his face.
You’re chariot awaits!