We had graduated high school almost two months previously. I'd been dating a nice girl for almost a year, and she got really pissed that I didn't want to follow her to the college she was accepted at, so we broke up. Well, she decided that since I wasn't going to throw away my future to follow her to a college that didn't have the degree program I wanted, that we didn't belong together. Chicks are so emotional and irrational!
She wasn't my first girlfriend at all. I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but I'm a pretty hot dude. I got my first hand-job from a girl in ninth grade, my first blow-job a couple months later, and my first piece of pussy not very long after that. By the time I'd graduated high school, I'd had four girlfriends and done everything.
So with a couple weeks left before I headed off to college, I'd been dry of any action for over two months. Kind of a record since I first got some action about four years before that. I was pretty horny. A buddy had his going-to-college party, and had beer and weed. So I'd had a few beers and hit a few joints, and I was buzzed pretty good. I tried to get a chick I hardly knew at all to fuck in my car, but she didn't even give me a handy and wouldn't let me even finger her off. So I was pretty worked up, buzzed, and figured I go home and beat one out. It was only nine on a Saturday, though, so I drove around some first. I was leaving for college next week, and not having any going-away party, so I felt like cruising the town and having a sort of last look at the Saturday night scene. Maybe I'd find some chick and get some action, ya know? So I shoved a hand down my pants and toyed around, keeping it hard and ready in case I saw a chick looking like she was on the hunt.
I should mention that we live in a small town, with barely enough people to have a high school, so almost everyone knows almost everyone. I'd had different friends back before high school. I'd hung around with a different crowd. Now I was one of the more popular guys, good looking, a jock, and all that. Back then, that stuff didn't matter to us and I'd had this friend who lived almost next door, Oakley. Yeah. Dorky name, right? He was dorky, too. Not a total geek, but he sure didn't fit in with the more popular guys I ended up fitting in with during junior high. We'd been pretty good friends, but different cliques split us apart. I ended up sporty and athletic, he'd ended up dorky and brainy.
So, I was cruising around, looking for some pussy, and who do I see walking out of the little gaming store? Oakley. It was this little store for comics and role-playing games and that kind of dorky stuff. He was talking to a couple dudes, then they went one way and he headed the other - toward where we lived. It was kind of sprinkling rain, and he was getting wet, and I was sort of... I don't know, feeling nostalgic? I knew his folks weren't doing well money-wise, and he didn't have a car, so I rolled up next to him and rolled down my window and called out, "Hey, Oak. Need a ride?"
He sort of shrugged then walked up to my open window.
"No big date tonight?" he asked and sort of laughed, leaning over to block the drizzle from getting in my car window.
"Nope. We broke up. I was sort of cruising for some action, but it looks pretty dry. At least that way. So, you want a ride home?"
"Sure. Thanks."
