Haha, I have a pretty good story about how my first shot was ruined!

Anyways, during my high school years, our family lived in the boonies of Indiana. To give you an idea of the size of the town, my junior class was 34. Everyone who lived within 25 miles went to this school, so options were pretty low. The number of nerds like me were few and far between. My social group was quite small, as pretty much more than half of the class were just stoners and bible thumpers and shit. There were never any girls around who I cared about as most of them were the slutty type.

Anyways, due to my father's career, he never stays in one place for more than a few years. The summer before my senior year, we moved back to the more populated area we had lived in when I was in junior high. Since it had only been three years, I still recognized all of my old friends and was quickly able to fit myself back in to some form of a social group. A large amount of my friends were in my AP physics class that year with me and some of them liked to make "study groups". I usually don't like them as they aren't usually as productive as studying on my own, but I decided to join them one evening. It was a friday night and the session started around 5:00 pm. The first hour was actually a good solid hour of on topic discusison and helping each other understand concepts. But at 6:00, someone had ordered chinese and they left to go pick it up. Once he arrived back with the food, the session dissolved into just a social gathering. What's better than a bunch of cool smart people sitting around a supper of chinese, right?

Anyways, there was this girl who was there that I never really knew very well. Like me, she didn't really do a lot of talking and wasn't as involved in the discussions as everyone else. Nonetheless, I thought she was sort of cute, even just sitting there minding her nerdy self. After everyone was done eating, we had slowly ended up next to each other, and I thought maybe it would be worth trying to converse with her. She looked about ready to leave, and something clicked inside me to make a point that I was there. I noticed she was wearing a shirt with some witty saying on it (wish I remembered what exactly), and so I complimented her on it. She then went on to tell a story of where she got it. After a few minutes, we had actually been carrying out a conversation. But once 7:30 came around, we had dried ourselves of interesting topics. We probably sat there mostly in silence for a half an hour, a few words here and there, before she was about to leave again. I decided to ask her if she wanted to go out sometime (nothing to suggestive, but I sort of had a thing for her now), and to my delight she excitedly told me that sounded fun. I suddenly realized it was only about 8:00, so I asked her if she would like to leave and go bowling right then and there. She complied, and I brought her to a nearby bowling lane (she was one of those who didn't have her license yet, even at 18 years, so I brought her instead of her parents coming to pick her up).

Smart phones weren't really the common thing then and, without a phonebook in my car, just decided to drive around until we found lanes with open bowl. We had to drive to about three places before finally arriving at one with open bowl. We both bowled terrible games, but nonetheless, we both enjoyed ourselves and chatted up a storm (I was surprised that she was so chatty with me, I never see her converse with people during school, and if she did, it was only a few words, or "yes" or "no" responses).

By 9:30, we had only bowled one game, and her parents wanted her home by ten, so I decided it was time to call it quits for the night (she isn't an only child, so her parents aren't too overly protective, hence why they didn't freak out about her going bowling with me--a guy they don't know). She seemed interested enough by this time, so I decided to ask if she wanted to hang out at all. So she complied and so we did.

A few weekends later, both of my parents were gone to visit some friends over the next several days, leaving me home alone. She came over that evening for a while, and it occurred to me that she could be the first shot at any action (keep in mind both of us having less social of a nature, and I had never had any interest in anyone at my old school in the boonies). When she came over, I didn't get my hopes up too much, because I assumed she would probably be nervous to do anything with me, plus I don't want to be to assertive and intimidate her. Nonetheless, after about 30 minutes of just sitting around on a couch and chatting, we had gotten pretty close and flirty. Suddenly she jumps on me--I mean she jumps on me and pushes me down onto the couch, embracing me. Not only that, but I found her to be an amazing kisser (not that I had any prior experience to judge on). It was pretty awesome. Even at that point, things escalate quickly (no longer does she show any hint of her nervous, heldback nature). At some point she pulls of her shirt, fast, too. Jesus in Hell, did she have a good figure. How the hell did I, nor anyone else never notice this? I assume it is because the t-shirts she wears are usually pretty droopy on her, but I don't know, she had quite the body. Anyways, as things escalated, I begin to slide by hand down her pants, but something is wrong. Her skin feels really slimy and scaly down there. I notice that my shirt is all wet. I open my eyes and look up and discover that she is a big ass cryptid from the north of Scottland. At that moment, when her identity had been revealed, she goes to eat out the entire refrigerator, goes out the door and enters the nearest sewer she can find.

Can't believe how close I was, and this happens.

Edit: Read this over 12 days later. Just came to say I am a bad writer.