Well, we hit it off right from the start. We talked a lot, and we danced together a lot, with both of us enjoying the slow tunes a lot more than the fast ones. Mysteriously, the DJ began playing a lot more slow songs. (Hey, it was her party, so she got to call the tunes.) And, I had a raging, steel-hard boner (that she seemed to really enjoy rubbing firmly against) from just an instant before I wrapped my arms around her to rub her back and cup her buns for the first time that evening.

Julie's only complaint during the entire evening was that her sister, Trisha, wasn't there. She was tied up attending to a sick cousin in Buffalo (four hours to the west), and obviously couldn't make it to the party that night. I asked her several times about her sister, who also happened to be her best friend and closest confidant, but all she would say was that she and 'Trish' were a lot alike in so many ways. I figured her apparent vagueness about Trish was simply because she just wanted to wait for me to actually meet her sibling, and I didn't have a problem with that.

The only problem that popped up during the party was three half-drunk classmates of hers who showed up around ten o'clock. They were football jocks, and quickly recognized me as "that fucking linebacker who kept squashing their running backs and intercepting their passes." I was actually expecting it when one of them tried to sucker-punch me a few minutes later. I ducked, dropped him in his tracks with a well-placed front kick, then dropped his two buddies with similar flashy moves, and all before they could cause any damage to me, Julie, any of the other kids, or the party room. Once they had been dragged outside, the party went on without any further interruptions. (Julie whispered later that she was duly impressed with my little manly display.)