Discovering Rachel

It was the first day of my senior year in high school. As I sat in the cafeteria and looked around I noticed how not much had changed over the years except that we had all gotten older. The same kids hung out with the same kids. It seemed the cliques that formed in grade school had stood the test of time. I was as guilty as the rest of them. I was still hanging out with the same lunk heads that I hung out with in first grade. The more I looked around I began to think that I was missing out on something. Maybe I needed a change of scenery so to speak. I needed to find some new people to hang out with or at least make some new friends. As I glanced around the cafeteria I noticed Rachel sitting at the end of the table all by herself. She transferred here in my junior year and didn’t make friends with any of the other girls in my class or in any other class for that matter. They all said she was strange. Aren’t we all strange in some way or another? But maybe they were right. Rachel always seemed to dress the same. She wore skirts all the time and never one above the knees. And her little anklet socks and flat shoes were her trademark. She wore thick rimmed glasses and no make-up that I could tell. I really never looked at her that closely until today. I watched her as she ate. Looking past her glasses and long hair that always hung around her face, I noticed that she had quite attractive features. I wondered why she never wore make-up or tried a new look. She never participated in gym class. She sat alone at the side of the gym and read or scribbled in her notebook. I often wondered what she was writing or reading. Just then she looked up and caught me staring at her. She quickly looked back down at her tray. I looked away as well, but I knew she saw me staring at her. When I glanced back up at her, I saw her looking over the top of her glasses my way. This was my chance to do something different this year. I got up from my chair and carried my tray over to where Rachel was sitting. She saw me approaching and looked down as I got closer. “Do you mind if I sit here?” I asked. She didn’t look up. She knew who it was. Rachel just nodded and motioned towards the chair beside her. By now most of the other kids in the cafeteria were watching what I was doing. They all began whispering to each other. I noticed some of the senior girls giggling and making faces at each other. I didn’t let that bother me. “Rachel. It is Rachel?” I questioned her about her name. “Yes, I’m Rachel,” she replied almost in a whisper. I think that was the first time I had ever heard her speak. She had quite a lovely voice. “Hi. I’m,” I tried to speak. Before I could finish she said, “I know who you are Michael. Why did you want to sit here?” Wow, I never expected that question. I stuttered thinking of a good answer. Then I decided to just tell her the truth. “Well, this is our last year here and I wanted to meet some new people. I’ve been hanging out with the same people for years. It’s about time I make new friends,” I replied. “You want to be my friend?” she asked with in a suspicious escort tone. “Yes, very much if you don’t mind,” I said. “No, I don’t mind at all. I really don’t have any friends here. It would be nice to have someone to talk to,” she replied with a cautious smile. I felt kind of sad when she said she had no friends. She had been there a year. I couldn’t imagine having no friends and no one to talk to. We talked for about fifteen minutes until the bell for the next class sounded. Well, I guess I talked most of the time. She really didn’t say much. When she got up to leave I took her tray for her. She smiled at me and nodded her head. She was quite pretty when she smiled. I smiled back and headed off to class. The next few days we would smile and exchange greetings as we passed in the hallways. If we were headed the same way I would walk with her to her class. We got lots of looks from the other kids but I didn’t mind. As the weeks passed she began to talk more to me, she even laughed once in the cafeteria and everyone looked at her in amazement. The more we hung out together, the more I was becoming attracted to her, not just as a friend, but sexually attracted to her. Her voice was very soft and sexy. And when she laughed it made me feel good inside. She had such an addictive laugh. You just had to feel good when you heard her. One day as we were walking to class, she whispered to me that she was so happy that I had asked her to be friends. Then she touched my hand. I instinctively held on to her hand as we walked down the hallway. I noticed she was smiling as she walked. I think everyone who passed us noticed it too. They had never seen Rachel smile before. I felt incredible inside to be with her. She squeezed my hand as she let go and headed into her classroom. “Wait for me after school. Okay?” she whispered in my ear. “Sure. I’ll wait for you,” I said smiling. The whole next class all I could think about was meeting Rachel after school. I wondered why she wanted me to wait for her. I guess I would soon find out. Some of the senior girls watched as Rachel walked past her bus and headed towards the parking lot where I was waiting for her. She had a huge smile on her face as she saw me. It hit me then just how beautiful she really was despite all her attempts to make herself look plain. “Can you give me a ride home?” she asked excitedly. I was shocked. She had never accepted my offer for a ride home before. I had assumed she wasn’t allowed to accept rides. “Sure. I’d be happy to take you home,” I replied with the same excited tone. I walked her to my car and opened the passenger door for her. As she slid in I got a little glimpse of her leg above the knee for the first time. I found myself staring at it. She had very sexy legs. I smiled and closed the door. “I live on High street,” Rachel said pointing me in the direction of her home. “I know where you live Rachel. I’ve driven by your house quite a few times hoping to see you,” I answered. “You have?” she asked as she gave me an inquisitive glance. “Yes. In fact I’ve escort bayan driven by a lot of times,” I replied. As we approached her house, she pointed out which one it was. It was a modest house, nothing fancy. I was sure her parents were not well to do people. In fact I didn’t even know what her parents did for a living. “Just pull over here,” she said pointing to a spot under a huge tree. “Why did you want me to drive you home today?” I asked curiously. “Well. I was wondering. There is the dance Saturday night and girls are supposed to invite guys. I was wondering if you would like to go with me?” she asked shyly. “I’d love to go with you,” I replied quickly. Before I could say another word, she gave a little yell. She then slid across the seat and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Michael.” She was smiling ear to ear. Damn, she looked so beautiful when she smiled. “You don’t have to thank me Rachel. I am honored that you asked me.” She gave me another kiss on the cheek and then hopped out and ran into her house. She seemed as thrilled and excited as I was. I couldn’t wait until Saturday night. All I could think about the rest of the week in school was going to the dance with Rachel. And then it was Saturday night, dance time. I was never so nervous about a date before in my life. I wanted this to be a perfect night for Rachel. I parked in front of Rachel’s house and went up to the door. I looked for a doorbell but there wasn’t any. So I knocked on the door. A tall slim woman opened the door. “You must be Michael. Rachel has told me so much about you. I’m Caroline, Rachel’s mother,” she said extending her hand to me. “It’s very nice to meet you Mrs. Collins,” I replied as she shook my hand. “Please, call me Caroline. Rachel will be down in just a moment. Please come in,” she said as she motioned towards the living room. “Thank you,” I said as I sat on a small chair in the corner of the room. I looked around the house. It was also modest inside, but very neat and clean. I had no idea what to talk to her mom about. “You have a very nice home Mrs. Collins. I mean Caroline.” “Thank you, Michael.” I heard Rachel at the top of the stairs. She had rescued me. I looked up as she walked down the steps. Was that really Rachel? She looked incredible. Her hair was pulled back and she didn’t have her glasses on. Her skirt was still long but she had heels on and the calves of her legs looked so sexy. I just stood there with my mouth open staring at her as she came down the steps. “Wow,” was all that came out of my mouth. Rachel giggled. “You really think I look okay?” “Okay? You look incredible,” I said as I looked her up and down. She hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks. I just got the contacts today, so if I run into things you’ll know why,” she said as she motioned with her arms. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. I just stared at her as she hugged her mom goodbye. I was going to have the hottest girl at the dance. When we arrived at the dance it seemed everyone stopped and bayan escort stared as we walked in. I know they were all looking at Rachel. I guess they didn’t think of her as being so weird anymore. I was so proud to be with her that night. We sat and talked a while as the songs played. Then she held out her hand and led me to the dance floor when a slow song came on. “I’m not a good dancer, so you will have to show me what to do,” she said as she leaned against me. “I’m not a pro, but I think we can both handle this slow song,” I replied. I had danced with quite a few girls before, but I had never felt the way I did when I held Rachel in my arms. Everything seemed so right. It was like we were made for each other. She put her head on my upper chest and leaned against me. I held her tight. We swayed slowly to the music. I was hoping the song would never end. But it did and when it was over we walked back and sat down. She kept holding my hand as we talked. I was falling in love with her. The sound of her voice and the way she looked at me was melting my heart. I think she was feeling the same way. As we talked she told me her dad had left when she was just four years old. She didn’t remember much about him. It had just been her mom and her since then. I listened as she told me about all the times they had moved over the years and how she had never had any real friends. I held her hand tight as she spoke. Then another slow song started to play. She smiled and pulled me onto the dance floor. Instantly her head went to my chest. Both her arms were around me. She held me as tight as she could. I put my arms around her and held just as tight. She looked up at me and smiled. We kissed. That was our first kiss on the lips. I thought our lips would melt together. It was the most incredible kiss I had ever felt. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As we continued to kiss I could feel my excitement growing in my pants. Just then she pulled away. “Oh my God. Did she fell my hard-on pressing against her?” We finished the dance with a little gap between us. I kept wondering if my arousal had caused her to pull away. I couldn’t help it. That kiss was too much to resist. The dance ended and we sat down again. She didn’t seem as talkative as she had been. I asked her if something was wrong. She smiled and said no. But she wasn’t feeling so well and could we go home. She held my hand as we walked to the car. The fresh air seemed to make her feel a little better. “I’m sorry, Michael. I just had to get out of there,” she said with a tear in her eye. “Don’t worry about it. I was ready to leave anyway,” I reassured her. She smiled and kissed me again. I guess I didn’t have anything to worry about. Maybe it wasn’t my hard-on that caused her to want to leave. We arrived at her house and talked a bit on the porch. She pulled me close and we kissed again. I tried to fight my arousal but it didn’t do any good. I began to get an enormous hard-on. I could feel it pressing hard against her. She didn’t back away at first. But as the kiss continued and my cock grew harder, she pushed herself away. “I’m sorry, Rachel. I just get so excited when we kiss,” I tried to explain. “It’s okay, Michael. It’s not your fault,” she replied as she touched my arm. We said goodnight and I drove home slowly. I kept wondering if it was my hard-on that caused her to back away.