Dear Chasey Lain

I always wondered what it would be like to finally catch Chasey Lain’s attention. Ever since the time on the bus in 8th grade. Chasey Lain has always been this sexy blonde goddess with a double D chest. You’d think I was dreaming, but I wasn’t and Chasey Lain exists.

The first time I met Chasey was when she moved in next-door and became my neighbor the summer before grade 8 began. Her boobs were the first thing I noticed about her, and then later came her personality. She was a sweet loving angel that summer, and we hung out almost everyday.

Then came school, and Finn Connors was all over her. Finn and I go way back; try first grade. He had been my biggest competition with the ladies from day one. I’d do something charming and then he’d come back with something better. After that everything was a competition.

I’ll skip all of the boring stuff and bring us straight to the bus. I was sitting with Chasey on the bus ride home and so was the rest of the class. The seat beside us held no other than Finn Connors. You’d think after being the little angel that she was, when Finn called Chasey over she would have rejected. Instead she went over to him and sat down.

“I think you should make me feel good Chasey, and I think I know the only way you can,” Did I forget to mention that Finn was supposed to be in grade 10 but failed twice? Well, I should have because that makes more sense.

I was looking out the window and didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but when I turned around I saw the conversation. On the bus in front of everyone there Finn sat moaning and pleasured, because none other than Chasey Lain had his dick in her mouth.

After that she was known for one thing; sex. We hit high school after that and she never did talk to me again, but I couldn’t help but think; why couldn’t it have been me? She’s still my next door neighbor and you’d think by now she would have done it with every kid in school, but everyday is a new guy, and I want to be one of those guys.

My name is Jack Donahue, and my mission in life and goal for this year is to finally fuck Chasey Lain.

“Dude, its senior year. Don’t you think if Chasey wanted to do anything with you, she would have done it by now?” I was listening to Brett yap on about how Chasey and I will never happen, even for one night.
“Am I hot?” I said waiting intently for his answer.

“Not to me,” He said, “But if you’re asking me if the ladies think you’re hot, then yes a lot of them think so,”

“Exactly, so Chasey will want me too,” I said pacing around my room.

“Whatever man, I’m just saying. She’s a high maintenance chick, you got to have the money and the looks to catch her attention,” I looked over at Brett with a confusing look. I did have money; I had a lot of money actually. What was he talking about; I could get Chasey if I really tried to.

“Brett, I have money,” I said as I watched his expression turned to surprise, but I didn’t know why.

“You really want to spend so much time and money on some chick, just so you can get her in bed for one night?” He said picking up the football that was beside him on my floor and throwing it in the air.

“Trust me; it will be worth it,”

Exactly 5 months and 6 days later I ran into Chasey Lain. It wasn’t that I had wanted this to take so long. It was just that I hadn’t really seen her around and if you’re thinking why not go next door, it’s because she hasn’t been home.

I studied her long blonde hair that was styled with tight curls. I studied her long legs, and her perfect body. I tried not to stare too much at her chest, but I couldn’t help myself. She hadn’t yet noticed me and I wasn’t sure I wanted her to; I had to plan this out perfectly.

You probably wouldn’t guess where I was. The isles stalked with food and the ceiling speakers playing those crappy tunes they always play in places like this. Yes, I was in a grocery store; Sobeys to be exact.

She was wearing tight jeans with those boots that girls seem to be wearing all the time. It said Ugg on the back of them, so I guess that’s the brand. I’m a guy what do I know about chick fashion?

She was wearing a tight shirt as well and I swear almost every guy in the store was watching her with gooey eyes and a drooling mouth. I was the guy that was going to make all those guys wish they were me.

I walked over to her trying my best to ignore her tight red shirt and the beauties it held inside of it. Instead I focused on her hair and her face. She hadn’t seen me yet and was walking down the isle a little more.
I started to look at all of the stuff and whistle as I too walked down the isle. I shot her side glances occasionally and finally she turned around and huffed. Oops, maybe today wasn’t my day. Her expression seemed angry at first and then I watched as it turned from anger to a softer look.

“Jack?” She said walking up to me. I smiled at her, but didn’t say anything; instead looking back at the food on the shelf. Chicks love it when you play hard to get … don’t they?

“Jack is that you?” I turned around and gave her a questioning look.

“Chasey?” I said trying to put on my best surprised voice, “Chasey Lain?” She smiled her breath taking smile and I felt like throwing her down and doing her right there, but then I’d be like Finn and I wanted to be better than Finn.

“Oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you since … well you know,” She said and I nodded. I opened my arms and she gladly went between them and we shared a moment of silence and a nice hug.

“Yeah, well you haven’t changed that much, you still look haw-like the angel you’ve always been.” I let out a little chuckle and suddenly felt nervous. I’m a guy, and she’s a girl, usually this comes naturally to me.

“Thanks,” She said smiling, we caught each others eyes and we let them linger like that for a while. “I mean … you’ve changed a lot,” She added, stepping back and giving me a once over.

“So I’ve been told,” I said. She so wanted me and I so wanted her.

“Hey, listen I’ve got to go pay for this, but if you want to hang out or something then you should give me a call,” She took a pen from out of her purse and placed my hand in hers.

“That’d be great,” I said, I already had her number, but I’d let her write it down anyways. She still lived in the same house, so I knew I had it somewhere in my room. Yet again, maybe it was gone; it had been a while.

“I’ll see you later,” She said starting to walk away. She looked over her shoulder and added “I hope you call,” with a wink. I didn’t really do anything; it didn’t come as such a big surprise to me.

Call me cocky, but it’s not my fault girls dig me, and I happen to be good in bed. I walked out of the store with a smile on my face and walked over to my F250. Not only was it a nice truck, it was roomy in the back and I had blankets in my truck at all times.

I had been hanging out with Chasey for weeks now and nothing has happened. I usually fuck girls on the first night, what was with her? I was growing impatient and I hated having to struggle to keep my erection from showing every time I was around her. She turned me on, big time and she doesn’t even notice it.

We kissed a lot, there was definitely a lot of that, but we never went further than a heavy make-out session. Why did it seem like she only kept her legs closed when she was around me. Everybody else got to have a piece of Chasey Lain. I suddenly felt envious towards them.

As I lay on my bed making out with Chasey, I played with the buttons on her shirt. She didn’t stop me and so I started to unbutton them. Her shirt was off and I was working on her bra when she finally pulled away from me.

“I don’t get it,” I said grumbling in defeat.

“Don’t get what?” She said looking at me. Her eyes were filled with more than just lust and I could see it. Was she developing feelings for me? Was I developing feelings for her?

“Why aren’t we going any further?” I asked curiously and she looked hurt for a split second and then all traces of it were gone.

“I feel like you want to go further because of the stuff that everybody says about me. I want to go further, boy do I ever want to, but I can’t if you’re doing it for all the wrong reasons,” I felt embarrassed about everything that I had ever thought about her. “I’ve only ever had sex once and it was because I was drunk. The rest is all crap that the guys make up; I never slept with any of them.”

So there was more to Chasey Lain then just your typical high school slut? Maybe I had always known that, but it didn’t erase the fact that I’ve wanted to fuck her since the second I met her.

“I’m not used to actually feeling anything for girls,” I said and her face seemed to be disappointed. “But I know I feel something for you.”

“I’ve liked you since 8th grade Jack,” She said running her hands through my hair. I felt like throwing myself on top of her and pleasuring her so that she would be moaning my name in the most incredible way. That was the wrong time to think about something like that. I felt my pants tighten and tried to hide yet another erection. This time she noticed for sure and she smiled at me, and leaned over and I felt her breath at my ear. I couldn’t help myself.

I kissed her and this time it meant something more; to both of us. I wasn’t in love, but I did have feelings for her. She didn’t stop me this time when I started to undo her buttons. She let me unclip her bra and throw it on the floor with her shirt. My shirt was off already and she was working on the zipper of my pants. I unzipped her jeans and took them off of her and then worked on her thong, which was fairly easy. We were both naked and as I crawled on top of her and slipped inside, I knew that this wouldn’t be the only time I did this with Chasey. After this, things would be different with us; we would be something more than just make out buddies. We might even be a couple, and as she moaned my name and dug her nails into my back I couldn’t help but go further into her and think about how much I could actually love this girl.