I had to do it. I needed too, wanted too. She was amazing, pretty, and popular, she had it all. The boys to, they loved her, worshipped her. She always dated the popular boys. Wouldn't dream of date a nerd, a geek, me. She turned sixteen last week. She threw a party. I wasn't invited. I just watched, alone.
I had to do it. You don't understand. You don't know what its like to love something you can't have. I did it last night. I sat there waiting, like I've done so many times before. Just waiting and watching. Her mum left, she was alone. I sat there. One hour, two, I sat there. The lights go off. It's time.
I walk down the path and unlock the door with my spare key. It's been well used. Sometimes I come in here. Just to look around. I never take anything, I just look.
I walk upstairs holding my breath with anticipation. I open her door; she's there, my sleeping beauty. Slowly I raised her hands above her head and tied them to the headboard. Then I tied a gag round the face so I wouldn't scream to loud. Them I tied up her legs. As I finished she woke up and tried to scream for help. If the area was quieter and there weren't any nosey neighbours, I wouldn't of have to gag her, shame really. I smiled down at her and began to undress her. She was crying. I then undressed myself and sat on top of her. I laughed at the fear in her eyes.
It only lasted ten minutes or so. When I was done I redressed her and untied her, then dressed myself then left. As I closed the door behind me I heard her beging to sob. The sobbing got louder and louder until she was howling. I smiled. It was mine, I took it, stole it. Her virginity. It was mine.
