He was a snaggle-toothed, sweet, funny guy. Girls in the locker room talked about him in such a complimentary fashion.
“He’s so funny!”
“He’s so nice.”
“He’s just the sweetest thing!”
“He’s a real gentleman.”
He called all the girls “Doll,” affectionately with a little wink and his crooked smile. Kristie made it a point to find out who he was and they began dating. At that time in her youth, she could get any guy she wanted. She decided he would be “The One.”
She was ready for the Final Frontier. She just wanted to get it over with. What was the big deal anyway? She had already done everything else. Well, everything except “oral.” She wouldn’t learn about that until she had a few more guys under her belt.
He brought her a single yellow rose and a silver necklace with a Mezuzah to protect her whenever she was without his presence. He also gave her his class ring to wear which she wrapped in white angora to form a tight fit.
They had many dates through the fall and winter months. In the late spring, they spent a day wandering the annual Orange Show. It was just dusk as they left the fair grounds. They parked near her house in a new subdivision which had not been landscaped and was unoccupied.
They began kissing and fondling each other as they had done many times in the months they had been dating. Then she went one step further and suggested, “Let’s do it. Let’s go all the way. Let’s make love. Let’s screw.”
He wasn’t prepared for this. He didn’t have a condom, but he was too weak to resist her. The helium balloons she bought for her little brothers were bobbing up and down in the small back seat.
The front seat of his car was not the easiest thing to negotiate, but they figured it out. They both knew that they were playing with fire. They had never gone this far before. He withdrew before finishing. He was responsible. Both of them were college bound. Neither one wanted a teen pregnancy.
He was desperate for release. He begged her, “Please don’t look!”
He masturbated frantically sitting next to her in the front seat. She opened her eyes just as he shot his wad at the windshield making a direct hit. The white expectorant slid down the glass toward the dash board. He quickly wiped it up with a napkin. He was visibly shaken, full of embarrassment and regret.
She walked straight into the bathroom when she got home. She had a big smile on her face. Her mom asked not even looking up from her crochet, “Did you have a good time?” She let the balloons go in the dining room where her mother was sitting.
“We had a great time!” Kristie replied as she made a quick dash down the hall. There were some blood stains and a lot of female secretions in her panties – proof that she had been a virgin. She was surprised it had hurt a little. But she felt freed as if it had been a locked chain around her waist. Now she was ready for the revolution!
(First published 3/9/12)
