When the hottest girl at school asked me for a favor… [mf] [first time] [wholesome…?]

I was bullshitting with Joey, cropping photos while he glued them down onto the page, when Kinzie Evans walked in to our classroom.

“What’s Kinzie doing here?” I said.

“How the fuck should I know?” Joey didn’t even look up. “Go and ask her.”

“No… I don’t think–”

“You chicken,” Joey taunted, making chicken noises, “Bkawwk!”

“I don’t see you walking over, either!”

“I’m not the one infatuated with her.” He glued down another photo.

I protested, “I’m not infatuated!”

Kinzie Evans was just about the hottest girl in our school, in a way different league than Joey or me. Cute, cheerful, sparkling eyes, a nice rack, and she moved with this certain aloofness, as if she existed on a whole special world separate from the comings and goings of us common folk. Like now, just drifting into Yearbook midway through the period. If anyone else had showed up without a pass or even a good story, our teacher would’ve kicked them out. But not with Kinzie. No, she was just casually chatting with friends, not buying into school as anything more than a social opportunity.

Despite many opportunities, I think I’d spoken maybe three words to her, ever. So when I saw Theresa point her finger at me, and Kinzie follow her direction, it didn’t hit me that Kinzie was coming over to see me until she was standing right in front of me.

“Uh, hi,” I said.

Even Joey paused what he was doing, looking up. He may play at not giving Kinzie attention, but I knew there was no ignoring Kinzie, she had this like magnetic field that made guys pay attention on an animal level.

She held out a photo. “You took this?”

It was a snapshot of Kinzie playing soccer. She was in her goalie uniform, our school’s name across her chest, looking fucking sexy as she dove to stop a goal attempt, her bronze pony tail flailing behind her, an intense look on her face.

I blushed. I had been assigned to cover that game, which meant I was supposed to get at least one shot of each player, but most of my photos had been of Kinzie. Shit, she was going to think I was a creep.

“Err, I guess.”

“You guess?” She gave me a look. “You’re not sure, Kyle?”

“I mean, yeah, I took it.”

“This is a really good photo, you know,” she said, “This looks, like, really professional.”

“Err, thanks.”

Joey leaned over. “Kinzie! How could you say something so mean?” he said with a mocking tone.

“Huh?” she turned to him.

“Go on, Kyle, tell her,” Joey said.

“Shut up, Joey.” I was going to murder him.

“What are you talking about?” Kinzie was looking annoyed. Not good.

“Oh, Kyle’s got this rant, don’t you?” said Joey, “’Professional’ photography isn’t a mark of quality, it just means getting paid. The button monkey down at Sears is ‘Professional.’”

I pinched my eyes closed. I was going to double murder Joey.

“Ok, I get it,” Kinzie said, “You’re an artist, Kyle. Not just trying to earn a buck.”

I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, reassessing me. Damn, this girl was quick. How sexy was that? My crush only intensified.

She continued, “So, what if I wanted to hire you? Or would that be beneath you?”

“What?” I said, “Hire me? For what?”

“To take photos, you dumbass.” She rolled her eyes. “Look, I need photos for this thing I’m doing, portraits or whatever. They want five by sevens, but I don’t want to go to those creepy guys at the mall. Can you come over after school today and do it for me, Kyle?”

I’m pretty sure I’d say yes to literally anything she would ask. But asking me to take portraits of her? You fucking kidding me?

“Like, yeah, no problem,” I said.

“Really? You’re a lifesaver,” Kinzie said. Her dimples looked so cute when she smiled.

“Hey, asshole,” Joey said, still busy gluing, “Forgetting something? You’ve already got plans tonight. You, me, and Malik?”

“I mean, if you can’t make it…” Kinzie started.

“Don’t worry about him,” I said, “I’ll be there.”

She smiled at me, making my heart skipped a beat.

Joey made a whip sound as Kinzie walked away, and I flipped him off.

## ## ##

Kinzie had a car — a tan ‘90 Mercury Sable Wagon — that looked like it was a hand-me-down from her mom, but somehow she made it cool anyway. Kinzie was driving us to her house, and I was sitting in the passenger seat, camera bag on my lap, feeling mighty out-of-place.

“So, like, do you want to be a photographer?” Kinzie had asked.

“I don’t think I’m even thinking that far ahead, you know?” I said. “I just like doing it, trying out new stuff, right? Don’t know if I want to make a job out of it.”

“Right,” she said, “Button monkeys, that’s right.”

I grinned. “Nothing wrong with pulling in a paycheck. Anyway. What about you? You seem like you could do anything.”

“What? Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know…” I said, “Just, you’re like, good at sports, and in the honors classes, and always seem like… well, I don’t know…”

“Seem like what?” We were at a red light, and she turned to look at me. Her grin was so cute I almost melted. “Tell me what I seem like. Pleeeeease.”

Ok, I could do this. “You’re just always so, like, together. I mean, confident, I guess.”

“Well I’m glad I seem that way,” she said, “I have not the faintest fucking idea what I’m doing, though.”

I glanced over. She looked beautiful.

“You and I have been in school together since Kindergarten, did you know that?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“And this is the first time we’ve ever hung out.”

“Yeah,” I said again.

“Ok,” she said.

And I didn’t know what she meant by that, but she pulled into a driveway and we were there.

## ## ##

I was sitting on her bed, camera in my lap, taking in all the band posters and sports gear and polaroids and other stuff she’d used to decorate her room. Kinzie was sitting across from me in her desk chair, touching up her makeup.

“I never thought about how cool it is,” I said, “To walk into someone’s room for the first time. It’s like walking into a part of their mind.”

“It’s just stuff, Kyle,” she said, looking in her compact, “It’s not me.”

I opened my mouth to say something snarky, but stopped myself before making an ass of myself. Then I said, “I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“Sorry?” she glanced at me, “What are you sorry about?”

“For, like, thinking I knew things about you, even though I’ve never asked.”

“Oh, well, thanks… I guess. But you don’t gotta be all like that. I’m not some deep mystery or anything. I just think it’s funny that we’ve been around each other, like, most of our lives, but haven’t ever hung out.”

Then I just blurted out, “I just never… you know what? We should’ve. Hung out. You’re pretty cool.” Who was I, complimenting a girl I was crushing on?

Her cheeks were blushing, or maybe it was just the makeup.

I changed the subject. “So what’re these photos for anyway?”

“Oh,” she said, “Oh no. So like, this is weird, but I’m embarrassed to say. You’re going to think I’m vapid.”

“’Vapid’?” I unpacked that word in my head. “Why?”

She looked sheepish, it was cute on her. “Ok, obviously I have to tell you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone else. And you also have to promise not to judge me.”

“You serious?”

“Deadly.”

She was giving me an intense glare. “Ok, I promise.”

“To which?”

“To both.”

“Fine,” she said, her gaze still narrow, “Ok, so, like… I’m applying for a beauty contest.” She paused. “See? I can see it on your face, now you think I’m some ditz.”

“Ok, to be fair, this isn’t what I was expecting,” I said, grinning, “But I know you enough to know you’re not a ditz.”

The silence hung for a moment.

“Ok, fine,” she said, “They want a headshot and a full body shot.”

“That’s it? Just the two photos?”

“Well, I don’t know. I figured you’d take a few and I could pick the best.”

I shrugged. “Ok. Can do.”

“Now, wait here, I’m going to go change.”

For a minute, I was alone in Kinzie’s room. I felt like an intruder, like I was invading her privacy just being there. So I fiddled with my camera, making sure it was ready, the film was loaded, the flash primed.

The door swung back open, and Kinzie walked in.

I gasped and stared. A skimpy blue string bikini covered between her legs and over her chest and nothing else. My gaze dropped from her face without me telling it to, tracing every contour of her body.

She was perfectly toned, her body trim. Her skin was immaculate, evenly tanned and smooth. Her hips curved out from her narrow waist. And her tits, her tits, her tits… they were heavenly, full, beautiful. The bikini teased at what it didn’t reveal, but the large swell of her breasts was on plain display.

“What?” she said.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said, voice barely audible.

She rolled her eyes. “Keep it in your pants.”

I was staring at her tits. I needed to stop staring at her tits. What to do… ah-ha! I pulled the camera up to my eye, twisted the lens until it was focused on her tits. I mean her face.

“Not like this,” she said, double-checking her makeup, “Let me pose first.”

“Oh yeah, of course,” I said, “Um, it’s normal, you know, to take a few minutes to warm up to the camera. Right?”

Then the words started just blurting out of me, stuff I’d read, heard, learned, all mixing together in my mind, spilling from my mouth. “This big glass eye,” I said, “It stares at people. They feel exposed. They think it sees all their flaws. But after a few minutes, they realize that’s not how it works. The lens distorts reality, it sees only what I want it to see.” I pulled the camera down slightly, so that my eyes peeked over the top. “And what I see is, well, that you’re beautiful.”

I quickly hid behind the camera again. I could not believe I just said that last part. I mean, I felt it. But to say it aloud? To her?

Kinzie had paused where she was, looking at me with an expression I knew meant something, but I couldn’t figure out what. Through the lens, I could see her breathing.

Then she said, “I’m just doing this contest because my mom wants me to. She says the winner gets, like, a scholarship.”

“Oh,” I said. Then, “But you don’t want to do it?”

But she didn’t answer, she just sighed, looking off in the distance. Then she glanced up and smiled at me. “Let’s take photos.” She arranged herself on the bed.

“Here,” I said, opening the room’s curtains, adjusting the light. “Start with the headshots?”

“Sure,” she said, her smile growing warm, inviting. Damn, did it make my heart rate increase. But I held the camera to my eye and made the composition.

I took a couple frames. “Can you turn your head just slightly for me?”

She tried, but it wasn’t what I meant. “Here,” I said, holding out my hand, “Can I?”

“Sure.”

I gently took her chin in my hand and adjusted her position. Her skin was soft and warm in my fingers, and she sucked in a quick breath when I touched her. But the pose was right and I went back to the camera, taking the shot.

Her smile had grown different, somehow. Maybe… flirty? I took another frame. And then she bit her lip and it was the sexiest thing, I could hear the blood rushing through my head. I remembered, though, before the moment was lost, and I took another shot.

And then she looked away and giggled.

That grin — the way she looked at the camera, at me — I needed to see it again. “Your smile, Kinzie,” I said, “It’ll warm the judge’s hearts.”

She looked at me again, but she was making a goofy face. “You really think I have a chance?” she said, her eyes crossed, nose scrunched up.

I realized she was more nervous than I’d caught on.

But she jumped up off the bed and stood up, hands on her hips. “Come on,” she said, “Let’s do the full body shot next.”

She stood in the three-quarter pose, torso turned, the stance emphasizing her toned tummy, her large breasts. She flashed a big, bright, bland smile.

I backed up to get her into frame, bounced the flash off the ceiling, and took the shot.

“God, I feel so, like, on display.”

“I mean,” I said, “It is a beauty contest.”

“I know that,” she rolled her eyes, giggling. “You think all the judges are, like, horny old perverts? They’ll look at these photos and be, you know, imagining me naked or whatever.”

“That’d be pretty messed up,” I said, taking another shot.

“What about you, Kyle?” she said, “Are you imagining me naked?”

Oh no. “Uhh… I’m, just, like, thinking about the camera, like…”

She brought her hands to her chest, cupping and squeezing her breasts. “So you’re just staring at my tits because…?”

I forgot about the camera, my jaw dropping. She had her breasts bouncing in her hands, and maybe I imagined it but for a quick moment I thought I caught a hint of nipple peaking out from behind the bikini.

She rolled her eyes again. “Oh, you boys. You get distracted so easy.”

“Sorry,” I said, “You’re just… sexy.” I looked away.

And then she walked up to me, was standing right in front of me. She was almost my height, maybe only an inch shorter. “Kyle,” she said. She looked me in the eye, holding my gaze. “That’s… nobody’s ever called me ‘sexy’ before.”

“What? Why not?” I said, “I mean, just like, how has that not happened before? You are. Sexy, I mean. You’re crazy sexy. You’re definitely going to win the contest.”

“Fuck the contest.” She was so close, our bodies were almost touching.

“Huh?”

“I decided. Just right now. Five seconds ago. I’m not applying. I’m not mailing ‘sexy’ photos of myself to some strangers in the hope that they’ll give me money.”

“When you say it that,” I said, “It does sound kind of messed up.”

“You got any film left?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s take some actual sexy photos.” Her lips parted, her cheeks glowed, her eyes sparkled.

And suddenly I was nervous again. “Err, what, um, does that mean?”

“This,” she said, grinning as she reached behind her back. Holding my gaze, she pulled off her bikini top and dropped it to the floor. She was radiant and confident, a complete contrast to my timidness. She grinned, “All that, and now you’re not even going to look at them?”

Her breasts were divine, perfect, glorious. Pink nipples, looking so soft and tender. Pert and perky and full. They were better than I had even imagined, and I’d imagined them a lot. I felt light-headed, like this wasn’t happening, even though it very much was.

“Come on, Kyle,” she said, her voice light and giddy. She took my hand, pulled me to her desk. “Let’s take a photo of me studying. Topless, of course.”

She sat down and posed with our History textbook, then said, “Hold on!” She fished through her desk and pulled out some reading glasses. “There, what do you think?”

I was shocked, was dazed by how sexy she was. I said, “You’ve no idea how hot you look right now.” I turned on her desk lamp as she pretended to be deep in study, idly holding a pen to her parted lips.

I leaned back and took the shot.

“Oh, I’ve got some idea,” she giggled, pointing at my crotch.

I looked down, saw the tent I was pitching, and shifted in embarrassment. “Um, sorry,” I said, finding a reason to fiddle with the camera.

“I mean,” she said, her voice playful, “You already said I was sexy. You didn’t have to prove it or anything.”

I was blushing hard, willing my cock to go limp, trying to hide it. But Kinzie had already moved on, and she grabbed my hand, pulling me to her bed. She lied down on her side, curling her legs, propping her head up on her elbow. The pose emphasized the curve of her hips, and that was before she arched her back, pushing her tits out. Yeah, no chance my boner was going away.

“So is this sexier?” she said, waiting for me to take a photo. I wrangled all my horny thoughts to the side for the moment, and concentrated on getting the shot perfect.

“Or like this?” she continued, moving to sit in the middle of her bed, leaning back against the headboard, legs crossed, shoulders pushed back, tits pushed out, chin down, a flirty smile on her face. I was in a horny stupor, but I somehow managed to focus the camera and take another shot.

“Or maybe like this?” she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her knees, biting her lip and shooting me a needy look. I forced myself to raise the camera to my eye and push the shutter.

The frame advance halted. I’d reached the end of the roll. I pushed the rewind release and began cranking the film back into the canister.

“Or, Kyle, what do you think of this?”

I looked up. She was sitting on her knees next to me, arms on her lap, back arched and tits again pushed out, looking sexier than even before, looking like she — I went wide eyed as the epiphany hit — like she wanted to fuck. And then I saw her untie the strings on her bikini bottoms.

“Oh,” I said weakly.

“Do you want to kiss me, Kyle?”

No hesitation, I set the camera down and leaned into her, placing my lips against hers. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but her lips were so soft, her tongue so sweet, that I just followed her lead. And it clicked in my head, in that obnoxious part in the back of my mind that likes to interrupt important moments with inane commentary, that I was making out with the hottest girl in school, while she was naked, on her bed, in her bedroom, with the door closed.

My hand was on her hips, and I began to drag it back and forth, testing to see what she was ok with. I brought my fingers up to her chest, and she pushed her breast into my hand. Turns out she was ok with quite a bit.

I decided I had to tell her. “You should know,” I said, “I’ve had a crush on you for, like, a while.”

“I know,” she said.

“You do?”

“Well,” she said, “I guess I didn’t ‘know’ know. But I’ve seen you stealing glances. Taking my photo during games. The way you always pay attention when I’m near you.”

“Oh, I guess… I’m–”

She cut me off. “You’re cute, Kyle. You should’ve talked to me before. But it doesn’t matter, you’re here now. Now kiss me again, that felt nice. Also what you were doing with your hands.”

She pushed me back on the bed, her lips on mine, her weight on me. I ran my hands up her back, then down. And then I grabbed her ass, squeezing it. She moaned into my mouth, and her hand slid up my crotch, grabbing my erect dick through my pants.

I gasped.

“Take your clothes off, Kyle,” she whispered, her mouth so close to my ear I could feel her warm breath tickling it.

A minute later we were right back where we’d been, except now I was naked, too. She’d wrapped her legs around me, her hips straddling my belly. Even more than her tits grazing my chest, the heat from her crotch against me was turning me on so strongly I felt like I was in a trance.

When she broke the kiss a second time, I watched her sit up on me, and she was a goddess.

“Are you… is this your… first time, Kyle?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

And then she raised herself up over my crotch, hands grabbing my cock, feeling it. I was already so hard, but somehow I grew even stiffer. She looked at my dick, and I could see the nervousness in her.

“We don’t have to,” I said.

“No, I want to,” she said, “I’m on the pill. Unless… do you–”

“More than anything.”

Then she smiled a smile I will never forget, and lowered herself down.

At first, she sucked in a breath and closed her eyes in a grimace, and I froze. I didn’t want to hurt her. But she flashed me a grin and then continued sliding down my shaft, taking me inside of her. There was the physical pleasure from feeling her tight heat on my cock, but more than that, the sight of seeing the fantastically beautiful Kinzie Evans mounted on my dick made this crazy satisfaction wash through me. She was giving me something special, something I knew could never be repeated for as long as I lived. I would not have picked anyone else to have this experience with, something I had never even dared to hope for.

“You’re majestic,” I said.

She grinned. “Grab my tits.”

I did, and she began to work up a rhythm, slowly pumping her hips onto my erection. It was amazing to watch her in charge like this, but I was starting to need more. I began to meet her thrusts with my own, working my dick farther and farther in with each push.

“Ohmygod, that’s so deep,” she said, her hair spilling down her face, sticking to her sweaty cheeks. “It feels… so good.” Then, “Oh, fuck.” She arched her back, and her tits were glorious.

I pinched her nipples, watching her in awe, and knew I didn’t have long. “I think I’m gonna–”

“Do it,” she moaned, “I want to feel it.”

She pulled her head forward, and we made eye contact.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said. And then I groaned, my body tensed, and I felt my cum spray inside her. Something about that feeling, that exact, particular bit of the sex, gave me such a profound thrill. A fulfillment shot through me, orders of magnitude more thorough than jerking off ever made me feel. I had done something new, something absolute. And Kinzie had never looked so good before, she was golden, lustrous.

“You should see the look on your face,” she said.

“Did you–”

“No,” she said gently, sitting down next to me. “And that’s ok. Next time.”

“’Next time…’” I repeated dreamily. “I feel like I should… like, ask you out.”

“Just as long as its not only the sex talking.” She grinned, and I could see, it was a full-body grin, head to toe contentment.

I kissed her.

“So,” she said, “Are you?”

“What?”

“Going to ask me out?”

I grinned. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“No.”

What? “What?”

“Fuck that label,” she said, “I just want to hang out with you. Hang out and fuck, I mean.”

I was blushing. “Well, can I take you to dinner?”

“I’d love that,” she said, giggling.

“Um, you’ll have to drive though. I don’t have a car.”

She acted outraged, but it was just an act. She was smiling. We kissed.

Later, downstairs, I met her mom.

We’d gone into the kitchen to get some drinks, and Mrs Evans looked up from the newspaper. “What are you two smiling about?” she asked.

Kinzie and I exchanged glances.

“So I’m not going to do the beauty contest thing, Mom.”

Her mom set the newspaper down on the table. “Can we talk about this?”

“No.”

There was a moment of silence while they looked at each other, and I tried to look invisible.

“Ok,” her mom finally said. She went back to her newspaper, then said, “Who’s your friend?”

“I’m Kyle,” I said.

Her mom looked up from the paper again, giving me The Eye. She knew what we were doing. She must. Oh no, I was about to die. She was going to murder me if I didn’t have a heart attack first. These were my final earthly moments.

“Kyle treating you good, Kinz?”

“The best,” Kinzie said, her voice sweet. And then everything was alright.

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