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It was becoming more of a nuisance than a desperation, with every year bringing a resolution to lose the burden of virginity. It only had to happen once, and as time passed the ideal of the “perfect setting” was starting to lose its appeal. He just wanted to get it over and done with, a no-fuss but extremely pleasurable experience.

He left the mirror and walked down the stairs into the rabble of his 18th birthday party, organised by his parents, with more friends of theirs than his invited. It wasn’t looking promising, especially since his crush had decided either not to show or deny the party’s existence in the first place.

Old friends came by, surprising him completely, and left almost as quickly. By 11pm the house was quietening down, with a handful of parents drunk on wine casting an eye over their relatively sober children, too frightened to attempt any sort of fun with their parents watching.

He sat down next to one of his female friends, Clara, striking up a conversation and tipsily checking her out, before uncovering through conversation that she was expected to be picked up in about five minutes. The conversation seemed to die after that, and when the doorbell rang he was relieved to have a distraction.

He opened the door to let Clara’s mother in, who was heartily welcomed by his own parents and quickly led into the kitchen and coaxed into some cask wine. Clara’s mother was decidedly drunk within minutes, and conversation with Clara was almost impossible with regular parental interruptions and embarrassments. He excused himself and went outside to ponder the pathetic night he had ended up with.

As he walked down the street, he noticed that one of the cars had its interior light still on, and he eventually recognised it as Clara’s family’s, and upon even closer inspection, there was someone sitting in the passenger seat, looking either extremely bored or asleep. As he approached the car, he noticed that it was Clara’s younger sister Maya, who was reading a teenage magazine.

Without warning, he opened the driver’s door and sat in the car next to Maya. At 14, Maya was well beyond her years in development. By the time she was 12, she already looked 16 and was attracting guys at least that age. With a couple of years practice, she had perfected her look, and tonight she had obviously dressed to impress, wearing a miniskirt, a low cut sleeveless top with a push-up bra, and well applied make-up, including a killer flesh colored glittering lip gloss that begged to be kissed. She knew she was beautiful, and flaunted it with ease as she smiled at him as he greeted her.

“Hi.”
“Hi Tom.”

He paused for a second - how did she know his name?

“You’re Clara’s sister right?”
“Yeah. Is she coming home soon or not?”
“I dunno. Your mom got roped into having a few drinks so it’s probably not the wisest thing to be driven home tonight.”

Maya dropped the demeanour for a second as she threw the magazine into the back of the car with a groan.

“I got picked up from a killer party to sit in the car for half an hour to find out that my mom’s drunker than I am.”

In the awkward pause, he realised that this “other party” was where everyone was and cursed himself for having the same birthday as someone obviously cooler than he was.

“Hey, if it’s any consolation, I’ve been walking round my own 18th trying to find familiar faces and someone decent to talk to. Your sister isn’t even being friendly tonight.”
“Should we go inside then?” asked Maya.
“Is there a rush?”
“I guess not.”

Maya slumped in her seat, falling further below Tom’s eye level. In this position, it was impossible for him not to stare down her top. And although he knew that Maya had always been a spunk, he’d always thought of her as too young to ever really think of her that way. But now, as she absentmindedly tugged at her clothing, simultaneously covering and revealing parts of her body, he started to get hard in his pants, and quickly sat cross-legged in his seat, managing to set off the horn in the awkward process of moving his long legs around the steering wheel.

The break in silence pierced by the horn set off giggles amongst the two, and as he looked in to her face, he really noticed her lips, framing her beautiful smile, and gleaming... ]]> ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2193685/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2193685/ Sat, 10 Apr 2004 15:28:19 PDT ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2153385/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2153385/ Sun, 04 Apr 2004 20:11:57 PDT
This weekend rocked! ]]> ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2111736/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2111736/ Mon, 29 Mar 2004 20:15:53 PST
"Miss Addison, Your work is brilliant. The way you use colors to provide an intoxic feeling of swirls and beauty all in one, just makes me certain that you will be perfect for our college. Your grades are excellent and your in the right crowd. We will stay in contact with you. Your set up date to view our college is, December 10th, 2003. I Hope to see you ready to make choices with your bright future here at our college of fine arts."

"Thank you Mr. Calirose. I will be there this December, but I should get back to my Art History class. Mrs. Jenkins gets frustrated when we take to much time out of class. You understand, but Thanks again for all your helpful information." I said as I got up from my cushined chair they have our classy confrence room at my highschool.

I really hate having a talent, where everyone is jumping on me and making my decsions, like my parents. My parents are the ones who push me to go further with my art and studies. Thats not what I really am looking for right now in my life as a senior. I have always been the nerd girl who has never had a boyfriend except the special ed kids who think I'm one of them because I have very few other friends. This year is different, my hair has grown a few inches longer then last year, and now it has layers so it looks like a perfect sea of beautiful blonde waves. A lot better then my origonal brownish blonde hair that was striaght with no layers or volume at all. Also you can actually see my cleavage. I didn't relize I had anything to show stuck at a 32 B. When I put on clothes that are form fitting, I look stunning with my petite little tight body showing off my hips up to my mounds of fresh beauty I mantian.

As I brush past my parents sitting with Mr. Calirose and I in the confrence room, my mother grabs my arm and harshy wispers to me, "If you don't pull your skirt down and cover that skin on your stomach, you can kiss the full ride goodbye. Act like a young lady!" She snapped at me as I pulled away and rushed out the door, shutting it behind me. Thinking about how I wish I acted like this a lot earlier in my highschool years. I've been the "good girl" with a "great future". Trying to stop thinking about how my family thinks im perfect but hardly knows me I briskly move to the front of the office.

The attendance ladies smiled at me and asked if I needed a pass. I glanced at them briefly and direct my attention to Mrs. Hatfield and her yellow teeth as she spoke to me. Then noticed her extra large cup of regular coffee she had in her hands cupping it as if she was cold in the office. "No thanks, I think I'll be okay, but could you tell me how much longer there is left of this class period?" I spoke clearly to her. She smiled and took one hand off her cup of coffee and reached for a laminated paper showing our new class day schedual. "There is just about an hour left dear, These new block scheduals are hard to understand, but there are 88 mins in each block..." she mummbled out to me. "Alrighty. Thanks." I said with a smile cutting her off and started out the double doorway of the office.

I walked down two hallways glancing around to see if anyone I know is outta class. Of coarse all of my friends would never be out in the hallways missing a lecture or lab. So I walked towards the hallway leading to my class. Ahead of me was the water fountian all the jocks, cheerleaders and and typical highschool popular people gather. During class there normally arent many people hanging around it. Just a few who skip class cause they dont have the assignment done. I began to walk closer to it, picking up speed so I could get past who ever was sitting there, so they wouldnt make any comments about how I am prude or a brain.

As I reached the fountian I glaced quickly at who was sitting on the floor by it looking down at his book. It was Aden, my cousin the same age as me. He was gorgious. He played on the varsity line for our football team. He was huge, buff as ever with beautiful dark hair like my uncle and father, and a smile to die for. He never has really talked to me much except for at Thanksgiving and Christmas, because we are about the same age and our family gets in a circle according to our ages. We always have sat by one another. We normal share casual talk and open our gifts. Otherwise, not one word at school to eachother. Infact I don't think people know we are even related.

... ]]> ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2084215/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/2084215/ Thu, 25 Mar 2004 17:29:11 PST ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/1875533/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/1875533/ Fri, 20 Feb 2004 00:08:03 PST ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/875547/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/875547/ Wed, 25 Jun 2003 10:34:25 PDT ~shutterfly http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/875545/ http://shutterfly.deviantart.com/journal/875545/ Wed, 25 Jun 2003 10:33:25 PDT ]]> ~shutterfly