It was 1962, I was almost 17 and it was a hot, sultry evening at the Summer Cotillion when my date and her best friend excused themselves to freshen up, leaving me sitting next to Tyler Wexley Brammington, senior at the nearby Military Academy. With his wavy blonde hair, and deep blue eyes piercing my very soul, I felt the room stop when he asked me if I wanted to join him out on the veranda for a bit of fresh air.
Though we had only been formally introduced that very night, everybody knew who he was, for his daddy was the Acting General at the Academy at the time, and Tyler was a top cadet in his class, even though he was one of the youngest seniors. Tall, handsome and striking in his white tuxedo I felt like I was in the presence of perfection itself.
"I would be honored, Sir" I breathlessly whispered, and we rose, and electricity shot throughout my entire body when I felt his hand on the small of my back as he led me outside.
"It's my birthday tonight," he drawled and took a drag on his smuggled cigarette in the far corner of the porch, his dark eyes with impossibly dark lashes never breaking from mine. I blushed and asked him if he had gotten his gift yet.
"Not yet," he whispered hoarsly, and his wet pink tongue began to slowly stroke the corner of his mouth. His right hand found its way into his front pants pocket, then seemed to gently come alive, rolling and swelling, rolling and swelling. His eyes continued to drill into my very soul and I knew right then I would have done anything he asked.
He told me he had to get his date home by 12:30 and that I should meet him at the Rexall afterwards and I quickly agreed.
Well, I went to the Rexall, closed though it was, and waited until 4:00 A.M until I finally had to admit to myself he wasn't showing up. I went home, and I was so ashamed of myself, I just slept in my car in the driveway.
A year and half later he called me out of the blue, for at that time, we were still listed in the local directory as was much of the county. He told me he had gotten married, had a kid on the way and thought of me often. My back stiffened, I felt myself breathing deeply until I finally drew up enough courage to screech: "EAT SHIT AND DIE!," then slammed the phone down. He never called back.
So, sometimes, OP, it just doesn't work out. Get that dick while you can though!
