The Perfect Evening with the Perfect Girl

It was an unusually warm November day, the temperatures clocking in around 60 to 70 degrees. As absurd as that sounds, in Louisiana, those types of winter temperatures are all but uncommon. I was a senior in high school, still a virgin, and had a great life as far as I could tell. I had just gotten off of school on a Friday and headed home with my sister, leaving the student parking lot and waving goodbye to my friends for the weekend. I waved to Adam, my sister’s boyfriend, Jack, Zoe, and a few other friends before we pulled out of the parking lot. My eyes lingered on Camille as we passed her by, formulating ways in my head I could ask her to hang out this weekend. I didn’t have any plans (as usual), except for the Turkey Sale, of course, that was being held an hour or so after school. I changed into some clothes that I didn’t mind smelling like smoked turkey for the rest of eternity.

A little bit about my school. It was hundred-or-so year old building that rested right smack dab in the middle of a small town, essentially the nucleus or focal point of the city. It was a very social school with very few cliques and closed-off groups, and fortunately, very little bullying. However, in recent years, some ghettos had built around the school and it fell from the pristine beauty it once was, dropping from an A school to a C school, and the average ACT score dropping from over a 24 to under around a 21. Despite that, there were still a few students that cared about the school, and they participated in student council.

Every year, our school hosts what’s known as “The Turkey Sale” where student council members try to sell turkeys to just about everyone they can, smoking and delivering them a few days before Thanksgiving in order to raise money for student council activities. It requires quite a few students and quite a few smokers, but luckily we have the resources and people to provide us with that. We divided into 10 different shifts on 4 different days to gut, smoke, package, and deliver the over 300 turkeys to their 150 recipients. We had one mandatory day to gut the turkeys, and the rest of the shifts could be signed up for. I chose one an hour after school ended on Friday (yum, some way to start the weekend…)

Anyway, our school has a long history, and with old buildings comes rumors and stories. There was a long-standing joke that a student named Gayle had hung herself in the auditorium a few years after the school was built, so one of the years some seniors set up a noose from the rafters and scared the crap out of a few freshman. Another long-standing joke (as if the senior pranks couldn’t get any more lame) was that a fourth floor existed in the school, which housed the pool. Of course that was far from true, but every year the freshman fall for promises to get to tour the fourth floor some day.

Now I’ll tell you a bit about myself, Zach. I wasn’t too big of a guy, around 5’11”, white, and a little over 140 pounds of mostly muscle. Pretty lean and veiny but quite athletic because I played tennis practically every day. I prided myself in being both team captain of the boys tennis team and #1 seat on the team as well. I lacked a decent work ethic, but my work got done and I slipped by with a little over average grades. I would mainly go home, play video games, play tennis, watch YouTube, and jerk off – not too bad of a teenage schedule if you ask me. I considered myself to be bicurious, but mainly straight because I’m a bit unusual. I’m aroused by the female form like any average straight person (ass, tits, the whole deal), but not particularly the male form. There was no turn on in muscles or the male butt, but I did find unusual arousal in the penis, don’t ask me why.

Moving on, in recent years I found myself to be increasingly horny, and had shaved my public hairs a few days before because of aesthetics and comfort. I wasn’t too small, either, probably between 7 and 8 inches, and I was proud of it. Though nobody had seen me naked and erect, there was still a bit of pride in my size. I was cut, but fairly loosely cut, so I still had enough foreskin to reach around the head of my dick if pulled. It helped significantly with… y’know, jerking off.

That night, the girl’s soccer team was scheduled to have two games, back-to-back, during my turkey shift from 4:30 to 9:00 pm. I arrived there to find most of the turkeys already in the smokers and the pits already fired up. I was fortunate enough to get a shift with some friends, but there were a few annoying people there, too. The Maxwell sisters, Jamie and Samantha, were extremely obnoxious and uncannily similar in their ability to make you want to shoot yourself every time they talk to you. They drone on and on about the guys that like them (doubt it) and how beautiful they are. Trust me when I say this – they are two girls you would NOT want to hang around with. Anyway, I happened to also be on a shift with four of my other friends: Derrick, James, Kevin, Eddy, and Camille.

Derrick was a short, somewhat fat white guy that had a very stocky build. He mostly kept to himself, but he could be witty sometimes. James was a medium height Asian that liked to enjoy some drugs every once and a while, but he was cool to hang out with when he wasn’t high. Kevin was really tall and lanky and had a funny, loud voice but he was pretty sincere and nice. I can’t recall a time he was really mean to anyone. Eddy was an average height Mexican that was quite fond of the ladies, and they were quite fond of him. Something about charisma, though I don’t quite see the appeal. Finally, Camille, nicknamed Cam by me… She was my crush of a year or so, and we had become pretty decent friends after a few months of talking. I seriously wanted to date her, but I was pretty deep down in the friend zone. I’m sure some of you know how that feels. She was about 5’6” or so and very curvy with tan skin and pretty athletic. She had hair that was a little past her shoulders, an ass I could watch for hours, and gorgeous green eyes. She was, I’d say, average intelligence, but she really found ways to relate to people and even help them through hard times. She was definitely a people person, which I was not. Today in particular, she was wearing some tight-fitting black yoga pants and an oversized tee shirt, much like the ones that girls wear while they work, though I’m not sure why. It hung a little past her ass, so I couldn’t really get much of a view.

Smoking the turkeys was pretty dreary work. We’d move them from smoker to smoker, take them out, check them, load them up on trays, then the trays onto carts, then bring the carts from the outside field where the smokers were, inside into the cafeteria…. Where they were wrapped then placed in the school’s massive freezer. Mostly simple stuff, but It went by unimaginably slowly. Camille and I talked occasionally, but mainly just short sentences or jokes. I smelled of smoked turkey, my eyes were watering from the smoke, and we weren’t even halfway through yet. It seemed like the day couldn’t possibly get any better, but after a while I ended up working and moving the turkeys around with Camille. We made a good team, and we both acknowledged it.

“Hey Zach! Pick up the pace, lazy-bones, we’ve got turkeys to smoke,” she jokingly commented when she noticed me sitting down.

“Eh, I’ll consider it. Currently…” I said, going along with the joke, stretching a bit and yawning, “I feel like taking a nap.” I shut my eyes and smiled, knowing she was about to respond with one of her bad, but cute, jokes.

“You better help me smoke these turkeys or I’m gonna smoke you, boy!” she said, smiling and holding up a threatening fist. I laughed and got up, holding my hands up in surrender, and followed her as she pushed the cart toward the cafeteria entrance.

We made a few rounds, taking turkeys from the smokers to the cafeteria for them to be checked and wrapped. One of the turkeys fell on the ground off of the cart and she bent over to pick it up. Me, daydreaming about who knows what, continued to walk and bumped into her butt.