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Chapter 2: Good Times
So we started dating. I didn't really know much about him, but I got to know him really well. For example, he's really smart, he's a great football player, (he's QB....sexy, huh?)he's fun, funky, and all around perfect. Well, no one's perfect but you catch my ball. It started innocent. Simple kisses, sweet words. I remember when our friend Andrew threw a New Year's party. That was FUN. Everyone was friends with each other, we were just dancing and partying the night away. Dare and I kissed at midnight. As corny as it sounds, it was cute. Everyone was so...happy. Four days after that I fell completely in love with him.
Six months into our relationship, he told me that he loved me. And I loved him too. I had turned 15 a few months prior, and I felt that life couldn't get any better than it already was. One night while we were on the phone, I dared him to come to my house at midnight so I could see him. I didn't think he would do it. But he did. I found a way to sneak him in, and that was that. We were laying in my bed kissing and stuff. It was just so....right. I felt I could be like that with him forever. A couple hours later he went home. It was innocent. But two days later, things began to heat up.
He snuck in again, but this time I knew what I was doing. Hey, I was becoming a pro at this stuff. This time, the kissing got out of control, and heat began to rise, and so did other things if you know what I mean...I'll never forget that night..... I snuck him in, and I was so paranoid that my mom heard something and would get up to check and catch me. He kept telling me to relax but I couldn't. That is until he made me. At first we just lay there in my bed. Then he began to place sweet kisses on my neck. Because of him I'm addicted to that. I turned around and we began to kiss. As the kissing intensified, so did our desire for each other. He moved over some, and I straddled him. For about five more minutes we kissed and I could feel his desire pressing into me. I became aroused myself, and couldn't resist him anymore. Huskily and very low, he whispered, "Do you want to?" That simple question started a war in my head. I began to debate, "What will happen if I do?" "Will I regret it?" "Will he still love me for me?" "What will he think of me?" "Will it hurt?" "Will it feel good?" "How big is he?" Finally, I decided that the only way to answer these questions was to experience it for myself. So I casually asked between kisses, "Did you bring it?" Referring to the condom we had lightly talked about on the phone. He pulled it out, put it on, and got on top of me. I was terrified. I didn't know what to expect. When he found his entry, he began to push in. I covered my face with my hands and started chanting, "Oh God, Oh God....." because it hurt. He asked me if he should stop, and I told him not to. I wanted to experience this. I had to. Or at least I felt like I had to. Being a virgin gave one too many questions, and I had to have mine answered. When he finally got passed my barrier, I wanted to yell. I was in shock. I had just lost my virginity. To Darien. In my bed. At my house. I couldn't believe it. He began to rock back and forth, trying to create a rhythm, but it was difficult to because I was a virgin so everything was so tight. It hurt like hell, but I didn't wanna tell him to stop. So it went on and on, until he was done. He fell on top of me, and slowly started to back out of me. A huge wave of relief washed over me. It was over. I did it. We just laid there in each other's embrace. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "I love you." I whispered back, "I love you too." From that day I assumed that our relationship would be total bliss.
That wasn't the only pivotal time in our relationship. The day I will forever remember is Valentine's day. I had just gotten out of school, and I saw him. At my school. Now, I'll have it be known that he lived in a completely different side of town that was about 20-30 minutes away. He had caught the bus to come and give me a bouquet of flowers. How sweet is that!?!? Oh, I loved him. That same night, because it was a Friday, we had planned to go eat at Denny's, then go and see a movie. We skipped the dinner and went for ice cream instead. I was elated. I love ice cream. Everyone knows that. Anyways, after the ice cream, we went and sat down to talk. I laid in his lap, and he began to talk about our future. Hold on, let me repeat that. OUR future. He wanted a future with me!! He began to describe OUR house and master bedroom, OUR kids, OUR life TOGETHER. If I could have, I probably would've married him right then and there. That was the sweetest night of my life. Nothing has compared to it or matched up since then. Still. And it's been over 2 years. Nonetheless, we had a great time as a couple. Until a girl said that he had fathered her child.
I was going to continue, but that's a completely different direction!!! PLEASE review!!! Let me know what I need to work on. I MUST KNOW!!! Thanks!