My first time

So, its late summer. School started a few weeks earlier. My parents leave for work and I skip school. I am going to meet a guy. At the gas station a block away. I spend my morning on the computer chatting to other friends while I wait for the clock to hit 10. One of my friends tells me to be careful about meeting this guy (Erik).

It's finally 10. I get dressed to go meet him at the gas station. It's quite thrilling. But I can't do it. I chicken out and sit back down at the computer and start chatting again. I tell everyone what I did and they laugh. Some of them sympathize with Erik and tell me how mean that was of me to stand him up. Others laugh and call him a sucker. My nerves finally calm down and I too start to chuckle a little.
I sit at the computer, all alone, chatting with my new friends. I think I even made a few more now. There is a knock at the door and I go to answer it. There is a man standing there with a brown bag in his hand. Sales man? Damn what does he want me to buy? Nothing. He introduces himself as Erik and says that he looked up my address in the phone book when I didn't show up. It was pretty easy my family was the only ones in that town with that last name. He asked to come in. I didn't want him to. He wasn't the man I had pictured from his description. He was actually kind of scary looking. I was scared. Too afraid to say no. So he came inside and locked the door behind himself.
He gave me a hug and asked what all I have done... I wasn't sure what he meant. What does he mean what all have I done before? I was a teenager- I had done a lot! I can climb trees like my brothers, play basketball and I am excellent at math. It clicked. I knew what he meant now. What all had I done with a guy- kissing, touching, sex. The answer was nothing. I had never even had a boyfriend.

We went down to the basement where there was a bedroom. He pulled some books out and set them on a table. He said if my parents came home he could say that he was a teacher and he had brought me my books from school. He than pulled out a box of condoms, lube, and a 6 pack of Mikes Hard Lemonade. He placed his hands on my shoulders and lay me down on the bed. He removed my clothes and then his own. I was shaking from fear and he noticed it. So he slowed down a bit and tickled me, made me laugh and talked about his day some. Once I got a little more comfortable he started again. He got on top of me. We did things that day that I had never even heard of before. We had sex and it hurt. After wards, I was bleeding and still so afraid that I was shaking. 
Once it was finally over he gave me a hug and kiss and told me how good I was. I was the best he had ever had. The prettiest person he had ever been with. And the tightest. He gave me another hug before he left and told me he would see me later. The hug. It was so nice. My family wasn't into hugging or anything mushy. We never really did anything that would cause us to have to interact with each other at all. So the hug- and the kiss felt. He loved me right? He had to have loved. I was convinced.
I went about my day as usual. Had some lunch and got back on the computer to chat some more. Life was great.

It even got a little better when I got online. My friend Josh was online and he wanted to talk to me about coming up my way that week.

Beginning of the Fall

Not many people think of all the horrible things that go on here on the net. But I can tell you, from personal experience, a lot of nasty things happen every single day. They happen to kids and adults. Good people and bad people.
When I was 14 my family got our first computer. I started surfing the web instantly. It all seemed pretty neat at first but I quickly got bored with it. I was a kid so I couldn't order anything cool and I wasn't really into playing games much. But I stumbled across a site. Where I could chat with other people. Genius! It was brilliant. I am not very good at socializing so now I could do it on the computer. And if I messed up I never had to look at these people so it didn't matter. Right?
I quickly became addicted. I woke up in the morning and got online to chat. When I came home from school I got online and chatted. I soon found myself failing my classes because I was too busy for homework. I was too busy chatting with all my new friends. They were amazing. They understood me.
It wasn't that far of a leap before I started skipping school so that I could stay home and chat online. I met several people everyday. Several important, intelligent people. Why did I need school anyways? They weren't teaching me the things my new friends taught me. They couldn't teach me to fit in with my classmates. Because I couldn't fit in with my classmates. I was better than them. More mature. And I had proof. All of my friends were adults. In their 30's, 40's and some in their 50's. If I werent so mature why would so many of these adults be so kind to me and talk to me so much. They wouldn't. Right? Right. So away I went. Spening every waking moment possible talking to my new friends online.
It wasn't long before so many of them wanted to meet me. People wanted to spend time with me! It felt so nice. My family wasn't much of a family. We never spent time together. We didn't even eat together. I had no friends from school. And now all of my new friends wanted to meet me and spend time with me. It was pretty amazing.
The first friend I ever met lived several hours away in Lexington, Il. He was roughly 30 years old. I do not recall his exact age. His name was Erik. I like him a lot. He even talked about helping me get away from my horrible life. We talked a lot. He was going to meet me that next day. I would skip school. As soon as my parents left for work he would meet me at the gas station a block away...