When she first moved to our town, we all had eyes on her. Five-feet nine inches barefoot, she was five-eleven in shoes, no titties at all, and almost a little too skinny. Her long blonde hair and pink lips made grown men shudder.

My best friend ended up dating her first. Luckily for me, that meant that I got to spend every day with her when we got out of school, and she got off work. I was fifteen when she moved there, and she was nineteen then. Their relationship lasted about a year before it went south - something about her dad being mad at him, blah, blah, blah. When they broke up, my buddy left town as well, pursuing a job in one of the gas fields, I don't know. 

Apparently, it was a given that when they broke up, we were automatically dating then. I didn't know that, apparently I didn't get the memo - but I certainly wasn't complaining that now she was mine. Sixteen at that time, and she was twenty. She could purchase alcohol twenty miles away in the state next to ours, so we were never without beer, wine, or coolers. She was actually my sweet-sixteen fuck, on my birthday that year. It started with a blowjob in my parents living room, while they were sitting in the kitchen - like they always did.

Even though I had my own place already, we spent a lot of time at my parents house. After my birthday night, we fucked in their downstairs tv room, on the trunk of my dad's sports car at midnight in the back yard, and in my old bedroom probably fifty times. 

My apartment was in another small town, about fifteen miles away. The best part of that deal was that her best friend lived in the building next door to my building. So we often spent time at Julie's drinking and partying until we were so drunk we could barely walk back to my place. But she fucked me so hard every time, that we were both soaked in sweat, nearly every time. She never wore a bra, because she really didn't have tits - just little pink nipples. They were pretty nice nipples, big, eraser nipples, bright pink. She always wore button-up blouses, and never buttoned the top three, at least, buttons, so any time she bent over, her shirt provided perfect views of her tits to strangers. 

 After the first year, she was still living with her parents, in a trailer court. Her bedroom was the very front of the trailer house - her bedroom window faced the street. She had curtains on her window, but had never actually closed them, not ever. Sometimes I heard people say that "so and so" "saw her walk naked past her bedroom window several times". She really didn't care, and that only made being her boyfriend hotter! Missy and I were one hot couple, and tons of guys would have traded me places in a second.