This story contains sexual inuendo--no porn.
David was so shy he wouldn't say mush if his mouth was full of grits. Almost six-feet, tall a baby face topped his bony body. His parents moved to our town at the beginning of his junior year. He didn't like to be called Dave.
Anytime I saw him he looked dejected, shoulders slumped, head down like he hoped no one would notice him. I found it almost painful to watch a girl trying to talk to him. Usually he jammed his free hand in a front pocket and held his books agains his chest as if they would protect him. His eyes kept shifting back and forth like he wanted to run, but didn't dare.
He never looked a girl in the face or snuck a look at her breasts like most of us did. Usually he answered questions, "Yes, ma'am" or "No, sir," seldom saying more than a handful of words.
Like most of the boys at our high school he took vocational agriculture and belonged to The Future Farmers of America. Probably fewer than half of us intended to be farmers or ranchers but the classes were more relaxed and the Ag building stood off by itself near the football field. That made it easy to sneak out behind the shop to smoke.
Every year the FFA held a state convention in one of the larger cities in Texas. That year it was at the Stockman's Hotel in Fort Worth. David went.
The older boys figured he was still a virgin, so they took up a collection to get him properly initiated into manhood.
Alvin, a senior, featured himself the leader of the group so he contacted one of the bellhops, who introduced him to Patty. Patty and several other girls made their living and college expenses entertainig hotel guests. Alvin explained to her that a group of David's friends were paying for his coming-out party, although he didn't know it yet. Alvin and the girl settled upon a price and a plan.
That evening after dinner all the boys gathered in the hotel lobby. At exactly seven o'clock the elevator doors opened and a very attractive, light-haired girl stepped out.
Every pair of eyes in the room focused on her. If she had to be described in one word, "petite" comes to mind. She wore a pleated wool skirt and a pullover sweater. Enticing nipples on fist-sized breasts pushed at the sweater front, and a flash of trim ankles showed beneath the long skirt. With her flawless white teeth and wholesome good looks, she appeared the perfect image of a teen model for a Pepsodent ad in The Saturday Evening Post.
Alvin nodded toward David.
She started through the lobby as though headed to the restaurant. Directly in front of David, she paused and turned. "Aren't you David Anderson?" she asked with a tone of astonishment.
David's mouth fell open and he glanced in both directions as though looking for an escape route. "Yes, ma'am," he whispered then shifted his gaze to her feet.
"Don't you remember me?" she asked, stepping closer.
"I--I don't think so."
"Well, think real hard."
He swallowed, finally looking at her face. "No, ma'am. I'm sorry, I don't recollect you."
"Didn't you come from Memphis, Tennessee?"
He stood stunned. "Yes. I--I went to school there until this year."
"Why don't you come up to my room and let me jog your memory?"
A panicked look crossed David's face. He shook his head, "I--I..."
She took his hand and led him toward the elevator. "It won't take long." An enticing hint of perfume lingered.
David looked back before the doors closed with a, "What'n hell do I do now?" expression.
Mack looked longingly at the elevator. "Hey guys," he said. "You want to take up another collection?"
Alvin pointed at the large lobby clock. "Let's see how long this takes."
Billy Bob said, "Shoot, as scared as he is, he'll never get it up."
"Bet you're wrong," Ralph said. "He's so horny he won't get past the warm towel."
After twenty-five minutes Alvin nodded toward the clock. "It's beginning to look like he's a better man than we expected."
"I'm glad I didn't bet on it," Ralph said.
Thirty-two minutes after the sliding doors closed on the couple, the elevator opened again and David stepped out. He ambled toward his classmates, head down, a bashful grin on his face.
All the guys crowded around him. "How was she?" Ralph asked.
"Real good," David said hesitantly. "She's sure nice--got a great figure too."
"Was her boobs real?" Mack asked.
David shifted his gaze back toward the elevator. "They didn't seem like falsies to me."
"Well, come on," Mack urged. "Tell us about it. I bet that bed walked all over the room."
"There's nothing to tell," David said. He glanced at Mack, then focused on the floor. "Besides, we found it more comfortable on the sofa."
"You gotta be kidding," Alvin said. "On the sofa? How many times did you--you know?"
David ignored the question, shifting his gaze to the clock on the opposite wall. "She's awful pretty--and real friendly." He peered around the room as though he expected an eavesdropper outside the group. A shy grin crossed his face. "You know, guys, I think I could've got in that girls' pants if I'd wanted to."