My Senior year...

My Senior year ...
Sep 2, 2008 6:26 pm
and beyond. We are all human, we all make mistakes. These are the things that teach us to be who we are, who we are meant to be. My Senior year of High School was very, very busy, as are most, I was not unique in this sense. However, I was changed. I was different than most people my age. I was some how wiser, and older than my fellow classmates, even though I was the youngest in my class. I had, had experiences in my earlier teen years that shaped me to be somehow more sophisticated than they, in many ways. Not just sexually, but sexually was the most obvious. I was never the best student... I had better things to do, to be honest. I had voice, acting, and dance lessons, I sang in church, at weddings, civic functions, I was heavily involved in theater projects across the state, and I studied my passions voraciously. I didn't make time for things like parties and friends, I wasn't into drinking like a lot of kids at that age. So, I did what I could to get through school as quickly as possible. I also fucked as often as possible. One day ... I went to my locker ... and for the first time there was a note inside... from a guy.His name for purposes here was Lance. Lance was tall, a little out of shape, and a volunteer EMT for the township. Lance was a bit on the geeky side, I think he played trombone in the marching band, and he had sat in front of me in Home Room since the Seventh Grade. Lance had never spoken to me, ever! So you can imagine my surprise when this note revealed his long term attraction towards me, and how he waited all of high school, for me to be free.It wasn't difficult for me to decide to hang out with him... and through hanging out I discovered, he was still a virgin. My deviant mind didn't need to think twice ... I knew he would be mine. I took his virginity in the Ambulance garage a few weeks later. He was fun to toy with for a while... but I figured because he was so inexperienced that he would stay ... until I was ready to let him go. I was wrong. A few years later he wrote a letter to me ... but I was married by then... living on the other side of the country. That summer, I was busy with a fuck buddy anyway ... the first I ever had, Sam. I met Sam at the theater when I was 15. He was 23. He was really cute ... and older ... and he thought I was older .. we fooled around a bit ... and then somehow found out how old I was and decided he didn't want to go to jail. So, Sam and I held off... until I was closer to 18. We hung out... went to the movies .... had anal sex on deserted roads throughout New Jersey. More to come....