Painted what I called fire-engine red in color, with white, gray and red upholstery, and huge whitewalls on wire spoke wheels. It was amazing with its...sleek, swooping chrome strip arcing down to the rocker panel in front of the rear wheel, then following the wheel opening up before running straight to the tail lights. The fabric top was an off white and the dust cover had protected it from getting dirty or moldy. As much as I could see inside the cabin, it was completely restored with electric. She was a senior in high school, the hottest girl in town. I was looking forward to our evening. With any luck I would make some progress with the girl. For a full year we'd done nothing but make out. At the very least I hoped to stroke her breasts for a while. Of course it didn't really matter because I loved her so much. When she graduated I intended to propose marriage. I answered a knock on the cellar door to see little Jimmy O'Neil standing there. Jimmy was a kid from the neighborhood. Yes, that was it, I was confident and growing excited. Moments later I could feel her get back on top of me, so I opened my eyes. She sat there smiling at me but her dress was still on, my face dropped a little, half from disappointment, half from confusion. ‘Can’t you tell what’s different?’ she asked in a sexy way. She moved her hips again and I nearly exploded right there and then. She had taken off her knickers and I could feel her ridiculously wet pussy stroking and teasing my penis. My. Matt had finished his business degree and was already working on his Master's. We talked for a couple hours and agreed on having breakfast the next morning.I met him that next day at breakfast. Matt was sweaty from a run he took. I too was sweaty from lifting weights earlier that day. Matt was 5'6", he was very lean with very strong legs, dark hair and eyes with a bright smile. At the time, I was relatively new at lifting, 5'11" 135lbs, skinny with not much muscle, I had white blonde hair back.