When I got up that morning, it was raining extremely hard; looking out my window it was almost as if there was a wall of water coming from the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the distance. Normally I’d hope that a storm this bad would get school cancelled; but today, I hoped for the opposite. For today was the day I’d finally worked up enough courage to talk to the hottest girl in the school.
Camilla Mackenzie was a well known slut around school; she had perfect tits, that were just large enough to avoid being disgusting; in addition she always wore seductive clothing, and it was rumored that she’d fucked every guy, and most of the girls, in the high school. Even the teachers.
My virgin ass, of course, knew that wasn’t quite true. It was closing in on the end of my senior year, and I was kind of desperate to have sex; in addition, I (Along with the rest of the school, probably), had had a crush for Camilla for years and years; I very vaguely remember her giving me a chaste kiss in elementary school, but I could have just made that up in my head. I’d never had the balls to approach her. But that would change today. I grabbed an umbrella and my bags, and headed out the door to catch my bus.