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.
