Pure romance mixed with humor and hot sex, in two acts, makes for real happiness.....

I was a highschool senior, wrestling and football jock, and downright happy guy. My grades were good to excellent, and I already had a number of really nice athletic scholarship offers from several major colleges, and all before the Christmas break had even arrived. About the only thing that bummed me out was that I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of more than two years. No big loss in the company department because she was the controlling type. But I was horny as any guy could be since I hadn't been laid in nearly two weeks, almost an eternity when measured in high school days and high hormones. Oh, and just for the record, my name is Brad Clifford.

Anyway, the two week Christmas break finally arrived, and I was looking forward to several parties that my friends had scheduled. I was not a happy camper when my mom informed me that her best friend's daughters were throwing a Christmas party, and I was expected to attend. It seems my mom had been doing some serious bragging about "her" son and "his" achievements, and those young ladies, who only lived a short distance away (but in a rival school district), wanted very much to meet "superman."

Well, mom's tend to win any and all arguments with teenage sons, and especially if those disagreements occur anywhere around Christmas. I went to that stupid party under protest, and that's where I met Julie Robbins. She was a senior, like me. She was also the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She had honey blonde hair that smelled sweetly of orange blossoms, crystal-clear blue eyes, a smile that would make a queer go straight, and a body to die for. No fooling! She was 5'7" tall, weighed 118, had a perfect 34-22-34 body, completely complimented by a pair of beautifully matched, long, slender legs. They went all the way to her equally perfect ass, if you know what I mean.