Hey all, this is my first attempt at writing anything, so please be kind. This story is based on completely true events. This is my life, my fascination, my love, my obsession -- whatever you may call it. Feel free to send any feedback or comments to me.
Chapter 1 -- Nice To Know You
Not that I remember much about my earlier years, but the first time I laid eyes on Catherine was when I was in grade three. At this point I did not know her at all, and little did I know the young girl who looked up to me would eventually become my fascination. -
The first time I actually remember meeting her was when I was sixteen. Summer was only a few weeks away, and a mutual friend was having a birthday bash--basically an excuse for a bunch of underage kids to get together and drink.
The party was being held in the "party room" of the friend's apartment. I had come over early to help her decorate, and that was the first time I had seen Catherine in her adolescent beauty.
It didn't matter to me that she was three years younger (well actually, at the time she was 14, but I was turning 17 in August). She still stood a respectable 5'5, with nice, ample breasts about the size of a teacup, and as round as half of a ball. Her deep brown, lightly highlighted hair grazed the small of her back, like a stream running down her body. Her eyes were a dark hazel, which left something almost mysterious about her.
She was standing on a chair, stretching out, trying to hang streamers from the ceiling of the dismal-looking room. I couldn't help but watch her. I had never felt such a strong attraction to a girl before, but I found myself somewhat drawn to her. (Although, I had already been with a couple of girls, nothing special though)
Her abdomen stretched to its full extent and her tight white tank top ran up a bit, exposing her midriff, which was quite a pleasant sight. Her stomach was not tight, but she had a little cute belly, nothing too overwhelming, she still held quite a slender figure. Her ass tightened and perked up as she stretched to her full extent.
As I had watched her stretch out and reveal her full form, I had unknowingly twisted the ribbons I had been preparing into a ball of cheap paper. Luckily, no one noticed this blunder. I just grabbed another two strips of ribbon and started twisting them. -
Eventually it reached 8pm, the room was completely lined with streamers, and a large stereo, black lights, and a powerful strobe light had taken control of the room. People were starting to file in, in groups, carrying whatever amounts of alcohol they could handle.
The tiny refrigerator was almost naked, as most people played the safe card, holding their alcohol in personal duffle bags and backpacks. I did the same. I had my best friend Jesse, nursing our alcohol in a duffle bag that he clutched close like a newborn.
By the time the clock struck 9pm, the majority of drinkers were drunk beyond all reason-- including myself, and Catherine. This was the worst I had ever seen her, even to this point. She was all over every guy--grinding up against them at every opportunity. At the time I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt a grinding twist in my stomach--jealousy. -
By 10pm, the party was getting really rowdy, and it was obvious that any minute the Building Management would come in and bust us--and that's exactly what happened. I could've freaked out, I was drunk off my rocker and high out of my mind, and I was probably going to have to get us out of this mess.
A man with gray hair suddenly came in the door and turned on the main lights. People quickly scampered out as they realized it was an adult--a teenager's worst enemy. One of my friends, Mark, instinctively grabbed the garbage can--which was undoubtedly full of empty liquor bottles--and took it with him as he made his escape.
Once I became oriented to the new light, I started to comprehend what the man was yelling. He was scolding us and ordering us to exit the room. Not knowing what I was doing really, I approached him, "Excuse me sir, what exactly is the problem here?"
Even though I was off my rocker, I could tell I was slurring my words, and I had no doubt in my mind that he knew I was intoxicated to some extent.
The man snapped back at me, "Don't be smart, just get the hell out of here, you don't belong here!"
To my surprise someone cradled my shoulders from behind. It was Catherine. And in a drunken stupor, she stated, "I don't see what the prrr-oblem is herrrre." She was slurring badly.
"You kids just get out of here!" the man demanded, and at this point he grabbed me by my upper arm, quite forcefully, and started pushing me towards the exit.
I could feel the anger welling up without subsiding. Suddenly I violently shrugged out of the man's hold, barely missing his face with the back of my hand. I was infuriated. "How about you let me get my fucking stereo?"
He stared at me with a look of rage flickering in his eyes, "You get out of here or else your stereo is going out the window!"
At this, a male friend of mine stepped in to intervene. "Why don't you back off you asshole." He defended me.
"You kids just get out of my building. You've no business here."
This threw me off the deep end, I pushed my friend right out of the way, and advanced straight towards the man, "We rented this room, we paid for it. This is our room for the night, so why don't you back the fuck off!"
The man mumbled something, but I smugly interrupted him, "The management office told us we would have the room until 11 or 12 o' clock, and I don't know who you think you are, coming in here, acting like you're God or something!" -
Eventually, the building security showed up, and we learned the gray-haired man was an executive within the management. So we were kicked out. But luckily for my friend who rented the room, I told a dinger of a lie to keep the security guard from getting the police involved (I even started crying--it's good being a girl). As for the girl who rented the room, she was already passed out by the time all the shit went down, so she had to thank me on a later occasion.
We may have been out of the room, but the night was far from over, at least for some of us.
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There it is, the end of Chapter One. The plot may move a bit slow, but these are real events.
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