Chapter 1

We had been together all through high school and had even gone to our junior and senior proms together. We were the storybook couple – me, the star running back of the football team, and her, the head cheerleader. Everyone thought we were destined to be together forever, including us. In our senior year, we even applied to colleges close by each other so we could continue our relationship after high school.

But a bad injury in a car accident that senior year took away my scholarship, and so college for me was out of reach. At first Amy didn’t want to go off to college without me, but we talked about it at length and I convinced her that she should go. She wanted a nursing career and college was necessary for her to pursue her dream. I told her that we could still see each other ... it was a little too far to make a day trip, but we could spend the weekends together. And so, with promises to call each other every day and see each other every weekend, I sent her off to get her degree.

The first three months we managed to get together every other weekend, but then just as we were getting ready to spend the two weeks of Christmas Break together, I got a phone call from Amy telling me she wouldn’t be able to meet me that weekend or over Christmas Break. Between exams and her grandmother getting sick and wanting to see her, she wouldn’t be coming home.

Of course I was supportive and told her it was fine, even though I was disappointed as I had plans for us over the long Christmas Break. But we had time for all that, so I told her she had to go see her grandmother, she was pretty old and if she was asking for Amy, I knew it was serious and Amy needed to go see her.

It turns out sadly, that I was right. Her grandmother passed away shortly after Amy got there and Amy called me with the bad news. I really wanted to be by her side, but the distance was too far to drive and there was no way I could afford to fly there. I spent several hours on the phone with Amy consoling her and talking to her, though, and did my best to make her feel better.

That was the start of the trouble, and after that we just seemed to drift further and further apart. Amy was close to her grandmother and took her passing hard. Then she had to worry about her new semester classes and other things seemed to get in the way. The next thing I knew, we were having “the” conversation.

The first few weeks hit me hard, realizing that I was without not just sex, but the person that had been a best friend to me as well. I threw myself into my work and tried not to think about her too much. I would bump into her parents from time to time and they kept me informed as to how she was doing. I had an occasional date once in awhile during that time, but nothing serious and there was never any sex involved, I just didn’t have my heart in it. Although we were broke up and it would have been fine, I still felt like I would be cheating on Amy.

Somehow I made it through, and soon spring came to our area. In the back of my mind I knew that school would be letting out and Amy would be coming home. Part of me was anxious to see her again but part of me was scared to as well. What if she had found someone else? What if our breakup kept going even with her home? I mean she would be going back to school in the fall and we’d be right back where we were now. Would she even want to see me and spend summer together ... just to leave again in the fall?

It was a Monday morning when Amy was due to arrive back home. The previous Friday was the last day of class, but the school had let everyone have the weekend to pack and clean up their dorm rooms. Amy’s folks had invited me to come along to meet her bus, an invitation I accepted with a bit of trepidation. I wasn’t sure how my presence at the bus stop would be taken by Amy; we hadn’t talked since Valentine’s Day when I called her.

I stood back in the parking lot of the bus station while Amy’s folks went in to meet the bus. I figured I would give them a few minutes of alone time. I saw the bus pull up from my truck and waited beside it until I saw the three of them come out.

When she saw me standing there next to my truck, she ran up to me, hugged me and kissed me, and told me she was really happy that I had come to pick her up. I have to admit the remark caught me a bit off-guard, considering up to that point I was wondering if coming along was such a smart move. But Amy’s mom insisted ... she seemed to know more about her daughter’s many moods than I did, and when she saw she was right, she beamed!

Amy’s mom asked Amy if she wanted to ride home with her and Dad or with me. Amy said she wanted to ride with me ... that she needed to talk to me. Now I was really nervous! She took my arm and we walked to my truck. Amy’s dad had volunteered to take her bags with him so we could have some time to ourselves.

We walked to my truck arm in arm and I opened her door and seated her, even helping her buckle her seat belt. Then I walked around and got in the driver’s seat. As we pulled out of the bus stop parking lot, Amy suggested we go to the miniature golf course. The miniature golf course was where we had our very first date, a fact that was not lost on me.

“Miniature golf? Are you sure?” I asked her, just for clarification.

“Yes, you DO remember how to play don’t you?” she said, playfully challenging me.

“Yeah, I can still whoop your butt!” I said, grinning.

“You talk the talk ... do you walk the walk?” she said, smiling broadly.

So, with the gauntlet thrown down, we headed into town for a quick lunch and then a game of mini golf. I had tried to teach her to play the real thing before, but she was much better just using a putter.

About halfway through the game she started to miss easy shots and asked me to show her how to improve. This was a bit odd, because Amy fancied herself the Arnold Palmer of our local mini golf course. And she was pretty good, there was no reason why she was missing these easy shots. Even if she hadn’t picked up a club since she left for college, she should be making these easily.

But I stepped in front of her to try and describe what she needed to do. She looked at me funny and told me to get behind her and reach around to show her because it gave her a better idea of what I meant. At this time a voice in my head went “You idiot, she’s flirting with you!” Duh! My cock instantly got hard in my pants at that thought ... it had been almost 5 months since we had last had sex and while I’d had a handful of dates, I had not slept with any other girls.

Amy must have felt it when I moved behind her, but instead of flinching away, she “innocently” pushed her gorgeous ass slightly back into me and then, when she felt my rock-hard cock bulge, she pulled forward in pretend shock, acting all shy and mortified. Amy did love to tease me discreetly when she knew I was horny. I helped her swing the putter back and forward a few times, then moved away and we continued our game.

After we finished and I added the scores up, the gloating began. She had beaten me by a shot. I already knew this, however, as I had deliberately messed up on the last hole to let her win, one of those little things that I did to make her feel good. As we walked back to the car, she put her arm around me. There were no words exchanged but it was nice to feel her next to me again.

“So do you want to get home or do you want to go someplace?” she said, as I got in the truck.

“I don’t need to rush home. Why, do you want to go someplace in particular?” I asked.

“Can we go down to the lake? I love watching the sun set on the water there,” she said. So I put the truck in gear and we made our way to the lake. I knew just where she was talking about, there’s a small spit of land that sticks out into the lake and you get a nice view of the water from there. I pulled the truck in and parked, then Amy slid across the bench seat of my old Ford.

Taking my arm and putting it around her neck, she snuggled closer to me. “I’ve missed you, David. I’ve thought about you a lot since I’ve been away,” she said.

“I’ve missed you too, Amy. Your mom kept me updated on how you were doing after we broke up,” I said.

“Yeah ... about that...” she started.

I felt my heart stop at that moment. What she was about to tell me would either brighten my world or end it.

“I’m not sure I want to hear this, but I have to know – have there been ... any others?” she asked, looking down at her lap.

I turned to her and lifted her face to look me straight in the eyes. “Amy Hendricks, there has not been anyone in my life since the day I met you. You have been the only girl I have ever been interested in, and you are still the only one I want. I did date a few times, yes, but my heart was always with you. I have not slept with anyone, nor would I want to. You are the one I want, you are the one I love.”