Call me Teresa. Now at 16, I was utterly inexperienced but I wasn't exactly a prude. I only had one toothy and sloppy kiss from this one boy this one time. I was the picture of innocence. I was smart, bookish and went to a catholic all-girls school. But every spare moment I had, I was masturbating under my sheets. I suppose I was waiting for the right guy and boy, did I find him.
I was first introduced to Cole at a party. This fucking guy. He was slightly lanky (the way I like them); dark hair that had that wavy, soft look to it; dark eyes; on the pale side (also the way I like them) and the sexiest hands my 16 year old self had seen. He had this nerdy look to him that I adored but he still came off as confident. Note: when a girl sees a pair of hands she likes, dirty thoughts immediately ensue. We clicked immediately. Like really clicked. I had never been so attracted or interested in a boy that much before.