In my first year of junior high (7th grade in my community),
I was friends with a set of female twins. One of them
played on the girl’s basketball team for the school. Her
sister and I used to stay after school and wait for her to
finish with practice so we could all go together to get a
bite to eat. Practice usually took about 2 hours, and there
wasn’t a whole lot to do while we waited.
This particular day was during the summer practice session
for the team, just shortly before school started. V was the
sister that played on the team, and K was the friend I spent
her practices with. On this particular day, K and I sat on
the gymnasium bleachers watching practice when two boys K
and I liked came into the gym. We sat and talked on the
bleachers for a while, and then decided to get up and go
outside and sit on the sidewalk and talk for a little while.
I’m a little fuzzy on how the subject came up, but we some-
how got on the subject of sex, virginity, and how far each
of us had gone before. The two boys were older, ready to
enter high school, and we were only measley junior high girls; needless to say, I felt privileged, even if K didn’t.
Somehow, as the conversation progressed, the boy I liked, S, said “You wouldn’t do it, not even if you had half the
chance.” I was like, wanna bet? He then challenged me.
He told me that he was going home with his friend, and that
if I thought I could or would do it, that I knew where to
find him. They left, and K and I sat outside talking a
little longer, and I found myself actually considering taking him up on his little dare. After a little cajoling,
I finally talked K into accompanying me to his house.
Once there, S and his friend were sitting on S’ counch,
laughing and joking about the conversation. We could hear
them laughing from outside the screen door. We knocked, and
S answered the door, a shocked look on his face when he saw
me standing there. We went inside.
S and I talked for a little while, but it was clear what I
was there for. His father owned a store, and wasn’t at home
at the moment, so it was just the four of us – K, S, me and
S’ friend. Finally, the moment of truth came. He said “I’m
going up to my room. Wanna come too?” Well, of course I
did. That was what I was there for, after all.
Finally in his bedroom, S and I began the obligatory kissing
and fondling that comes with the territory. We were both
young and relatively inexperienced, and there wasn’t much
tenderness to it. point, I believe I even told him
something like “And you said I wouldn’t do it”. I remember
him laughing slightly, but continuing on with the business
at hand.
It was pretty much a wham-bam-thankyou ma’am type deal. There was no blood, not much pain, but it did feel good. I
can remember completely forgetting everything – who I was,
where I was, I just remember this feels good.
All the while, S’ friend keeps yelling for K to come upstairs and do the same with him. I remember point,
after S and I were done, walking out of S’ bedroom and seeing his friend standing at the top of the stairs, stark
naked, yelling for K to come up and join him. She saw him
standing there, got completely disgusted, and left to go
back to the school, leaving me stranded with S and his friend.
S and I dated on and off a couple of times, but I haven’t seen him in years. I have since moved on and married, and
now have a wonderful husband. In the physical sense, this
was “my first time”, but the one that counts, the first time
with my husband, is a story for another time.
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