Crush Imagines

His first time (pt 1)

Alex's P.O.V.

I was always so infatuated with Kat - literally from the minute I laid eyes on her. Back in primary school, I always had the biggest crush on her, and I would frequently watch her from the other side of the playground, too scared to approach her.

Kat was the confident type - natural fiery red hair, piercing green eyes, and an assured energy to her walk. Me on the other hand... I was always the nerdy type in school. My blonde hair cow-licked at the front and my grey blue eyes had an almost sad look about them. I was the type to tutor other children during recess, while Kat was the one to challenge the basketball boys to two-on-two.

It's corny to say we were complete opposites, but we kind of were. I was sure she never looked twice at me, but why would she? She was too gorgeous and confident to want someone so meek and insecure.

When high school rolled around, I grew into my body quite a bit more: I switched to contacts, began working out more, and opened up a bit and made some more friends. I wasn't the most popular kid, but I surely blossomed at this time in my life.

Kat, although still the same confident red-head from so long ago, also uh...blossomed. She, along with other girls, started wearing makeup and outfits that accentuated their bodies. Kat's naturally skinny body morphed into an amazingly curvy yet still fit masterpiece. Every guys head would turn when she walked into a room, and anytime she walked up the stairs, boys would follow her to try to look up her skirt. (Repulsive, I know...)

We were friends, but never talked or were close the way I wanted us to be. That was until one afternoon, I was at my locker packing things up to drive home when I heard Kat and her friend discuss the math test they had gotten back. You can guess where this is going... I offered to tutor Kat in math, free of charge which I never did. But she was a special client.

One thing led to another, and one day we were on my couch (different form our usual spot at the library) when Kat grabbed my face and just kissed me. At first, I was so stunned, because like woah, but then my body exited it's shocked state and I kissed back the best way I knew how. I didn't want her to know this was my first kiss, because surely it wasn't hers. Instead of making out, she just pulled her head back, and said "Ok, I'm sorry I just had to do that. Your lips just looked really nice. Anyways parabolas..."

Kat's confidence inspired me to muster up my own, asking her on a date at the end of that days session. Before long, Kat and I began dating. We just had this connection I couldn't put my finger on.

Soon enough, we graduated high school and moved onto college. I went to dorm at a school in Boston, while Kat went to a local community college so she could stay closer to home. I often visited, and once in a while she would visit me.

Sex was never pressured in Kat and I's relationship. At the beginning, we were more affectionate, but while I was away at college and I didn't see her that often, we never really thought about more intimate things; we just wanted to be in each other's presence.

Our one year anniversary rolled around halfway through my freshman year, and Kat planned this amazing little trip to New Hampshire for the weekend. It was a blistering February, and for the first day we were there, we skied and shopped and had a great time. By nightfall, we were exhausted, and headed to the lodge we rented out. It was a suite for two, but when we entered, there was a King sized bed in the center of the room. I don't know why I was surprised, because it made sense: for two, couple, sleep in the same bed...