A Night To Remember

I was still a virgin, it wasn't by choice. I am not a genius by any means but it may have to do with the fact that I am the only gay male, (that I know of that is) in a fifty mile radius (believe me I have checked...twice). I know being a virgin is really nothing to be ashamed of in fact a lot of people would be impressed, but I did not want to go to college inexperienced which is really stupid because apart from the education, college is really all about experiencing new and exciting things. It was beyond a cliche wanting to go to college an experienced man in the ways of sex, but I really didn't care if it was a cliche or not because I was doing this for myself. This is where my best friend Kayla Larson comes in, a few days ago she came up to me while I was in the library. I trying to catch a cat nap after finishing the last of my finals of my high school career. I was on the plush blue couch with a my arm over my brown eyes my brown hair probably in shambles but I was really to tired to care. I heard the approach of little foot steps. I moved my arm thinking it was a small child coming to ask me to help them reach a book or something, instead it was my best friend Kayla in all of her short four foot eleven inch glory looking down at me like she just won the lottery with her ice blue eyes partially hidden by her beautiful long blond hair that was resting on her boobs that were way to big for her short stature, but somehow even she pulled that off. I couldn't help but grin up at her from the expression on her face.