I was 15 years old, and a sophomore in high school. I played on the football and wrestling teams, but my real love was the drama club. I’d already been in a couple of plays, and I was pretty good, too; at least, that’s what my friends told me. But the real reason I gravitated toward drama was… the girls. They were pretty, flirty, and (so I’d heard) horny. Maybe it was a manifestation of their artistic orientation; their expressive, emotive tendencies. Or maybe they were just flirty and horny.
It happened during a cast party following our last performance of “West Side Story.” Susan Martin gave me a ride to the party, which was a real coup for me: ‘Suze’ was 16, a junior, a cheerleader, and a total babe. I’d been lusting after her since the first play rehearsal. She had long blonde hair, a beautiful face with deep blue eyes, and a California tan covering a knockout body. She almost always wore tight short-shorts that showed off her long, toned legs, and hugged her perfect behind like a second skin. It took me twice as long as it should have to learn my part in the play, because at least half of my attention was always on Suze.
She had always been nice to me, but never seemed to show much real interest. Which wasn’t surprising: older jocks were always hanging around her, and it was obvious to me that she could have had any guy in the school. I thought of myself as reasonably good looking, and I was taller and more muscular than most freshmen guys I knew. But I was just a second-string wide receiver on the junior varsity football team; her most recent boyfriend was the varsity team’s starting quarterback. So when she asked me if I wanted a ride to the cast party, and I realized on the way to her car that it was just me and her, I was floored.
“Oh my God, Matt, can you believe it’s over?” she said as we walked through the parking lot. “We were great tonight! I wish we could just keep doing this play for months, like they do on Broadway.”
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