For many people the first day of their freshman year of highschool is very exciting, for others it is the TOTAL opposite. I would fit well into the “TOTAL opposite” category. I walked to school with a childhood friend the first day of highschool, I had always been the nervous one, to this day my friends refer to me as “the Voice of Reason”. I was and still am the one that always decides if what we are going to do is a good idea or not, needless to say i’m usually right. But any way so myself and my friend are walking to school, i’m scared as fuckkkk I had heard what happens to freshman, i was sure i was gunna be the outcast, get my ass kicked, etc etc. So we get like 1/4 way to school and I all of a sudden dont feel so good, and proceed to puke my orange juice allllll over the local fire station. I wipe my mouth and she and I continue on our way to school.

I get through homeroom and all that shit, get my schedule and start my classes. Well it was all pretty boring until i get to 4th period Biology, the teacher is a fat cow that stands about 4 foot nothing, not that bad of a chick, but she could be a bitch if she wanted to be. About 30 seconds into my first biology class of highschool, I realize that my life will never ever be the same again. This girl walks in, at the risk of sounding like a total emo kid, i will admit that i said to myself ” that is the girl I am going to marry”. As if my day couldn’t get any better, the teacher has her sitting at the same 2 person table as me.

For this story we will call her “Carol”, so Carol and I start shootin the shit, and we both knew we were into eachother. I had never met Carol nor had I ever even seen her, turns out she came from the local Catholic school. She was like the kind of girl every skrawny freshman dreams of, she was a cheerleader, and that meant she had an AMAZING body (ok not all cheerleaders are stacked like her but you get my point). Well we start talking over the course of the next few days, and after a few days we are an “item”.

Unfortunatly that was short lived, we got into a quarrel and we went our seperate ways. A couple days later, I find out that whore already has a new boyfriend, and he happens to be one of my new friends. So im like fuck her im going to go find myself a new girl, that didnt work out too well. A few weeks pass and it comes time for the annual “homecoming” bonfire, well I see Carol and her new main squeeze there and they have the fucking audacity to ask me if I have a condom. I think to myself “if I cant hit that, I am not letting this kid hit it either”. Even though I did, I wasn’t giving that mother up, what if I was to score some tail, I would have no barrier.

I also knew that if I didnt have some contraception, that I wasnt gunna have a good chance of getting laid, as most highschool girls unlike a girl I dated later in highschool (that is a killer story for another contri) arent interested in getting baby gravy spackled in their cervix’s.

Lucky for me Carol and goof ball dont last long either, and she immediatly starts to try to get back with me, after about 4 hours of playing hard to get, we are back together and choking eachother with our tongues after school. See you would think that she would be the conservative type coming from a catholic school and all, I was quickly proven wrong, this bitch was a freak. As the weeks go on we pretty much just hang out once in a while and I would go see her at football games and what not. Until January 21st, thats when shit got real interesting, my parents has gone to Florida for a Xerox conference. So naturally I had Carol over for some cuddling and movie watching.

Needless to say I dont know what movie we watched, primarily because I didnt watch it. Knowing that my parents were gone my friends came over and I had to give them the “get the fuck out, i’m trying to get laid” talk, they understood and they left. Not before they hid a video camera in my living room. Well I immediatly saw it, and being the young, nice guy I was I told her about it and we turned it off. Note: If this were to happen today, or even a year after this incident I would have been helping them hide the camera better so she would never see it, but I was a bitch then and she was my first love I didnt want to hurt her or ruin things with her…..blahhh blahh blahhhh baaa blahhh blahhh blahhh.

That was the day we took things to the next level, thank fucking god because I was sick of her blue ballin me all the time. We proceeded to undue eachothers pants and insert our hands into them as we made out. This was the first time that I had inserted my fingers into a vagina, without first begging the girl to let me (the first time was with the neighborhood skank, in which I had set up an appointment to finger, come to find out i was not the only one to insert 4 of my fingers in her wet spot, infact like every one of my friends including her cousin had been in there ((grossssss))).

This encounter with Carol was also the first time a girl had tugged on my penis, and let me tell you I thought I was the coolest person ever. Nothing more happened after that, we actually broke up a few months later. The usaul trend would go something like this, We would date then break up, then date again, then break up then date.

Like the 10th and final time we dated was our junior year which also happpened to be the year I made a grave mistake. I took Carol on the family trip to Myrtle Beach, which was a great time, it was a great time inpart because shortly before we left she had started giving me head, which was a first for me and one vacation she serviced my member quite a bit. This also sparked my hatred for handjobs, I found out pretty quick that no girl could do what I could do myself better than I could. Though Carol was a freak, she held her bullshit catholic values pretty dear to her heart, and refused to have sex with me, always giving bullshit excuses like many girls. The worst excuse was the religion excuse, I myself am and primarily always have been a hardcore atheist, so I called shenannigans on that excuse.

Also she refused to let me preform oral sex on her, because she feared she would want me inside of her immediatly afterward, which she was right, thats usaully how it goes. Needless to say that bitch broke up with me a week after we returned. After a day or two of feeling sorry for myself I let it go and we never had an encounter again until one july night the summer after we graduated, when i just happened to have the most serious girlfriend i have ever had.

I felt bad for cheating on her but my friends encouraged it and i said “fuck it” and went over to her house while her parents were at the lake. Come to find out the girl I was dating was in the nicest terms possible “a loosely moraled girl” and cheated on me like 30 times literally ( I will write a story about her, that will be a good one trust me!) For the most part that is the story of Carol, I never did have sex with her, and to this day I wish like hell I had.