CARRIE
"You need to let your hair down sometime," Carrie mimicked Kim's oft voiced complaint as Carrie brushed her medium length blond hair. The two girls were sitting in Kim's bedroom pretending to do homework. Carrie was on Kim's bed and Kim was sitting at her desk in front of a full length vanity mirror around which stood a small army of lipsticks, rouges and other makeup and perfume.
Their parents should have known better as each had a terrible case of senioritis and hadn't done any homework in weeks.
The prom was three weeks away, as well. There was no real reason for any adult to think that the two girls were actually doing anything productive with their time.
Kim handed Carrie her lipstick back and looked at her reflection in the mirror with the new, lighter color on her lips. She gave a moue in disgust. "Ugh. That clear works for you, but not me."
"Anyway, I am right and you know it." Kim looked back at Carrie on her bed.
She turned back to the mirror and wiped the lipstick off with a tissue, replaced it with a more aggressive red color and examined herself again in the mirror. Her petite Asian features were framed by her lean and feminine arms as she worked a pink hair band around a ponytail. Carrie had always been envious of Kim’s lustrous locks.
Carrie sighed. "I know. But I don't think I am yet up to how you ... you know."
"You are soooo ready," Kim replied, looking at her friend again. "You are totally hot. Tommy and his friends are so into you."
Carrie put the brush down. She was taller than Kim, but then Kim was just tiny. Carrie got up and put her hands on Kim's shoulders and peered into the mirror over her friend's head. "You don't know that," Carrie said nervously.
The pair in the mirror was delectable. Both girls were 18 years old and as cute as can be. Carrie's blue eyes and blond hair were in lovely contrast to Kim's Asian features and luxurious black tresses.
Kim reached up and pulled Carrie's head down so that the girls were looking into the mirror, cheek to cheek.
"Jesus. We are so cute! And I DO know that. Tommy told me that he thinks you are one of the prettiest girls in the school, and I know that he totally wants to fuck you."
Kim said it in a nonchalant tone of voice and the word was startling coming from her. She gave her friend a sly and sexy look in the mirror, enjoying the brief look of shock that crossed Carrie's face.
Carrie closed her eyes. "And you probably told him that I told you I thought that he was really hot, didn't you, you little bitch?"
Kim giggled. "Of course!"
"I'm not ready to fuck the whole team, Kimmie," Carrie objected, exasperatedly, and then immediately stopped, realizing she may have just agreed to sleep with Tommy.
"The whole team? I'm not that much of a slut," Kim lied. "I'm fucking Tommy and ... well, I am the reason for our recent winning streak," Kim concluded vaguely.
"By sleeping with the seniors on the team? Yeah, you're not at ALL a slut, are you?" Carrie responded sarcastically. She gave Kim a kiss on the cheek. "But don't worry. I still love you anyway."
Kim patted Carrie on the head and stood up. She turned to examine herself in the mirror. At a shade under 5', she was the perfect little Asian siren. Her tight black leggings showed off her toned legs and ass, strong and fit from her years in ballet class and aerobics instruction. The latter was provided at the local Y, to improve her college resume by demonstrating that she was involved in helping not-for-profit community organizations.
Her makeup was tastefully done, as usual, and her hair, in a ponytail which she now pulled up in a temporary bun was lustrous. As she preened in the mirror she knew that she was gorgeous.
"I don't sleep with any of them," Kim said archly, "We fuck. And it's awesome!"
Carrie and Kim had been friends and study partners since the first day of freshman year. Carrie lacked the ruthlessness and single mindedness of Kim with regard to her studies, and most everything else, but she and Kim took all the same classes together and Carrie had also done exceptionally well. Carrie was headed to the University of Boston in the fall on a full academic scholarship.
Carrie never put the same time into the work as did Kim, and secretly Kim believed - worried - that Carrie was the smarter of the two girls.
"I don't know how you get into these situations." Carrie shook her head as she examined herself in the mirror trying to see herself as Kim saw her. At 5'4" she was four or five inches taller than Kim, and she liked her height. In the mirror, though, she saw a girl in jeans, with a blue western oxford shirt over a simple white T shirt. She was … cute, but not beautiful.
Her breasts were slightly larger than Kim's B cups, but she did not pay much notice to such things.
"I mean, how you started ... dating Tommy ..."
Kim gave an indelicate snort when Carrie mentioned dating.
"... that was just so crazy." Carrie was plainly jealous and a little intimidated of her friend's current situation, such of it as she knew, and in awe of how Kim did whatever was necessary to get what she wanted. Carrie shook her head, remembering when Kim told her what she had done two months before.
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Kim, after getting accepted early decision to Harvard, stopped her academic endeavors and concentrated solely on exploring the parts of life she had missed so far. For Kim, that meant losing her virginity to Tommy, a fellow senior and the starting quarterback, shooting guard and pitcher.
Kim tackled her virginity problem the same way she tackled her AP chemistry projects and everything else that stood in her way - head on and aggressively.
She got Tommy's attention by sending him a note:
"I just got admitted early decision to Harvard. I am done with everything I need academically from this school. Don't bother congratulating me - that's not what I want from you. Right now I need to get ready for College by getting a boyfriend and losing my virginity.
Not necessarily in that order.
If you are interested, I will be done with work in the writing lab at 4:30.
Don't be late.
And don't share this invitation with anyone."
At 4:15 all 6'2" of Tommy Gringer was outside the library, waiting anxiously for all 5'0" of Kim Xu. At 4:30, they were in Tommy’s Mustang convertible. At 4:37 they were parked in the field behind the abandoned mill and at 4:54, Miss Xu lost her virginity to the star athlete heart throb of the school. At 8:35 that night, his balls well and truly drained, Tommy drove Kim home, shook the hand of the father of the girl he had just finished so thoroughly violating and went home himself, delighted at his amazingly good fortune. He was thrilled at her response to his suggestion, and of the deal they entered while he was bringing her to orgasm, and he spent most of the night with his dick in his hand, plotting how best to take advantage of the situation.
Kim and Tommy were not destined for a long term romance. Tommy’s greatest goal was to make it onto a Division I school football team on a quarterback scholarship and then to party his way through school with just the grades necessary to avoid academic ineligibility.