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Tim Chapter #1 : Tim and Zoe's Preface

Dating Zoe

Dating Zoe has always been a roller coaster, I can tell you that!

It's like trying to hold on for dear life on a wild horse galloping over a ravine: you never know if you will make it home safe, if you will fall to your death.

Is it worth it? Every second of it. Since my fourth date, right after I first had sex with her, I knew I would marry her.

There was no doubt in my mind then, and even knowing everything know today, I am not confident if I would have any doubt, should I have to do it again.

I would make some different choices, but not the big one, the one of spending my life with her.

Not that I can complain! Zoe it's just as hot today as she was, on that first date.

But let's not get ahead of the story.

Why Zoe?

Ok, I met Zoe in high school. Where else? Isn't the high school sweetheart the archetype of the great American romance?

So, I knew of Zoe already in Junior high. She was the friend of a friend and we sort of heard about each other through the grapevine.

Nothing clear, like "Oh, I went to Zoe and heard this wonderful song", or "Did you ever play Ticket to Ride? Come on, Tim's parents have almost all the expansions, and it's a blast"

We didn't meet back then: we were at different junior high schools and somehow, avoided each other despite having common friends.

But that summer before high school, where we would have many common classes, we met at Jean's place.

Jean was one of those friends in common that we both lost touch with. She moved out of state after her parent's divorce, and we didn't even find her on social media since. Even today, we have no idea where she disappeared to.

But that summer, she threw the sickest party! Her parents already had trouble in their marriage and had decided to spend a weekend in the Florida Keys to rekindle their marriage.

It didn't work, but it left a large house, with semi-indoor pool (there was a solarium built around it), in a secluded almost rural area of the town.

Jean was popular enough to get all the popular kids to show up, but not popular enough that she could only invite them.

She needed a house full of losers to how gracious she was, how educated and fun she could be.

Unlike her parents, her weekend worked. Jean was skyrocketed to the summits of popularity, and she remained there until her rapid departure following the divorce.

I saw Zoe that weekend. It was my first time meeting her, but I felt like I already knew her. She also felt like she knew me, but she didn't really see me. I was the guy she heard of, while she was already my future wife.

Now Zoe also became very popular at that party. She was one of the first girls to skinny dip in the pool and caused a lot of the less popular girls to follow suit out of fear of missing out.

This made Zoe the target of many of the guys at the party, but I had seen her first. I had made her laugh first, and even if I didn't kiss her that night (only Gregor, of the football team did, in the pool).

There were copious amounts of alcohol. Many people, including Gregor, got drunk.

But not Jean, not Zoe, and not me. We each had a mission.

Mine was to seduce Zoe, but the two girls wanted to rise in the popularity ladder, Jean as an end to itself, but Zoe for another purpose.

She was tired of being alone, and she thought that popularity was the way to go.

I'd love to tell you that I got her number after that party, called her, and we've been dating ever since.

But that would be a lie. The summer ended. Zoe remained alone until the end. Well, not alone, she had friends, just like I did, in fact, many were in common, but she didn't have that someone special.

We did go to ice cream together before school started. No, not like a date, for a birthday party for a common friend. I went to the whole party, but she only came for ice cream.

Back then, we had a lot of people we knew in common, who were friends with each other, but it wasn't a single pool of friends.

It's hard to explain especially since our relationship created a solid core of friends which were either Zoe or mine, and whom are now our friends.

But that summer? We had a patchwork of complicated relationships that shifted with fights and new relationships.

It's only the next summer, after a year of seeing each other, that we had our first non-official date, on the first day after school was over.

It's still our first date, but it's weird. I was invited to help Jean pack up her room. Her parents had sold the house, and they were leaving, each to their respective parents other states. A bunch of people were invited to help, but only Zoe and I responded and actually went.

This is where we would have normally asked for an address or some other way to stay in contact with Jean, but shewas just utterly destroyed.

Her father had already moved out months ago, and her mother was nowhere to be seen. In fact, I think I never saw them. I have an image in my mind, but from pictures in Jean's house.

We helped her pack the U-Haul truck, and she ordered pizza, but then, after we were done and the house was almost fully empty, she just gave me the front key and told me where to hide it for the new owners.

Oh, the furniture was almost all gone when we arrived, or packed up in the truck. All that remained was some of Jean's clothes, and boxes of kitchen supplies.

Jean had explained that her mother had moved most of the stuff that morning with the big truck, and the only reason she wasn't done yet was because of school.

"Anything left except the stuff in the shed that the new owners bought is yours"

We hugged her, but then, were left in an empty house, with an in-ground pool.

I admit, we first checked and there was nothing interesting. Mostly empty boxes that weren't used, one almost empty roll of packing tape, and tons of garbage bags filled with junk.

Oh, and piles of newspaper to help with packing.

The living room TV was still there because it was wall mounted, not like a little bracket holding it, like it was built in the wall.

I claim, to this day, that I decided to use the pool. Zoe also claims that it was her idea.

Regardless of whom decided, we were soon enough both in the pool, naked, kissing.

I was one year late compared to Gregor, but I was there, that day.

Without towels, we eventually just laid on our backs, on the side of the pool, drying under the sun. We couldn't tan or get sun-burns because of the windows of the solarium, but it was hot, both in temperature and sexiness.

We talked back about our year together. We talked about our future.

But then, out of the blue, she asked me: "Why the hell didn't you ask me out before?"

"I had no idea you were interested", I replied, without any hesitation

"Come on, with all of the signals I gave you?"

And we ended up talking about her signals which, to be honest, are none of your fucking business, so stop asking. Sorry, but that's the truth.

Anyway, we kissed again, and sat cross-legged in front of each other, still naked but no longer wet, and talked for over two hours about how we thought a relationship should go.

It was a nice talk. We hugged. I had an erection. She commented that "At least, he approves of me", and I laughed.

Our second date was the next day. We went for a walk downtown, a simple walk with pizza slices. We were broke teenagers, what else did you expect?

But after our third date, on the next Monday, we biked to Joan's old house. It was the same as we had left it, with the key in the same location, and the garbage untouched.

We had brought towels, a pillow, a sheet, and some condoms.

We each lost our virginity on the side of that pool, where we first met, basically. Ok, we first met in the living room, but I first saw her naked in that pool.

And on that third date, we were having sex on the side of that same pool. And in it. And in Jean's old bedroom.

Oh, and in her old parent's bedroom.

We tried it in their massive bathtub, but honestly? I couldn't get up anymore, much to Zoe's laughter. "I broke you for tonight"

We each went our separate ways that evening, but never went really apart.

Sadly, the new owners arrived 3 days later, and we lost our fuck pad. Fortunately, we arrived after them.

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