Infamous Firsts

Coming into my own was somewhat of a bumpy ride. I actually had no preplanned intentions. I just managed to stumble into it. As for our I stumbled, nonw that's a whole other story. My senior year I had watched some of my closest friends practically lose their rational minds after encountering sex. I just didn't get it. They were acting all crazy and making some prettty irrational decisions regarding how they were approaching our last year of high school. After watchign so many of them faulter, I decided that I would take a ride on the sex roller coaster. My first missionw as to find some harmless victim who would willing give it up without giving me a hard time. So that's where my mission began.

Prom was coming up in a month or so. I had no real prospects that I was considering. I thought about a couple of dudes in my neighborhood but to be frankly honest, I didn't like those cats. They were more trouble than they were worth and they didn't have a pot to piss in. So I decided to venture beyond the neighborhood and see what else was out there. I thought about taking this dude that came to my house all the time with his mom. I knew because my mom was his mother's personal seamstress. He was nice enough but wasn't from my side of town. He wasn't a bad looking guy either. He kept himself in good shape and was definitely easy on the eyes. As time progressed and I got up the nerve to pose the question, I would discover that he already had plans that weekend and was unavailable. So there I was back to square one.

As I continued to look at my options, I discovered that I had not considered someone I had known forever. Not only could I possible score a date to the prom, but I could also do the deed and get it over with possibly. So we started casually socializing outside the norm. Passing notes and that's when I discovered that he had broke up with the chick across the hall from me. She wasn't the right girl for him anyway. She was a little pushy and loud. I knew her and couldn't imagine how he got hooked up with her. But first let me take you back to the beginning.

This guy I was speaking of was like my best friend. I had met him when I changed schools in 7th grade. I had no friends and the girls in the neighborhood were constantly wanting to fight me because of how I looked. Supposedly it was a criminal offense to be blessed with wavy long hair. Anyway, I didn't make any attempts to befriend the bitches because they just kept up too much shit. So I drifted toward a few friends, mostly guys, who seemed harmless enough. But some of them would be dropped as well when they kept trying to hit a homerun with me. My mother had put enough fear in me to deter that from happening.

Anyway back to my best friend. I liked him well enough because he was easy going and he didn't get into any mayhem. We talked alot both at school and as time progressed, on the phone as well. I talked him about everything. He was a good listener too. When we went to high school, we shared lockers and had the same homeroom for whole stay. I only had to move out the locker once and that's when he dated this girl for a little while during our junior year. But it didn't last long because they didn't. Once she was out of the picture, I reclaimed my space back in his locker and his life. In our senior year, we started talking more than usual on the phone and before I knew it, he was inviting me to attend the prom as his date. There was no way I was turning him down. I had an ulterior motive and I figured what better person to embark on that journey than with someone I knew and knew well.

We made the necessary plans for the prom. You know: color, dinner plans, afterparties, etc. Then all of a sudden we seemed to be moving in a different direction. As the day fast approaches, our plans come together and the two of us are excited about the special day. The day of the prom, I get my hair done and start to prepare for his arrival. My mom and aunts were primping over me something aweful. When they were done, it was picture time. I took pictures to record the moment because they knew that dress up was not my thing. My date/best friend arrived just right on time. He looked smashing all decked out in his white tux. I didn't know what to expect from this night but I did plan to have fun. Especially since this year, my date actually showed up. But that's another story for another time.

Our prom night began like most with dinner at Red Lobster. We enjoyed a beautiful meal and then headed off to the hotel where the prom was being held. As we entered the ballroom, we got there just in time to take our prom pictures and participate in the senior walk. We mingled with our classmates and even danced a bit considering neither one of us was a dancer. After we made our rounds, we decided to exit stage left. When we got back to the car, we decided to exchange notes about the afterparties. There were quite a few scheduled and we decided that we would try to hit at least two of them because we knew the people throwing them.

As we made our first pitstop, our conversation became intimate. Before I knew it, we were engaged in a passionate lip lock. It was a really nice kiss. More than what I expected from him. I guess because I never looked at him that way. So here we were and looked like things were getting kind of heated.  Before I knew anything, I was in the back seat of the Lincoln with my dress over my head getting my candy store raided.  And boy did it get raided!?!  The experience was interesting enough but it wasn't enough to turn me into a raving lunatic.  Instead it just compelled me to want to figure this thing out on a larger scale basis.  Which in time, I would.....

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