Summer of 2002, Jackie H. I adored her. Looking back I can't honestly tell you why. We didn't like the same music, or the same style of fashion, we didn't share any hobbies or interests. But she was pretty and she thought I was funny.
Irish girl, through and through. Strawberry blonde hair, pale skinned, but not in a sickly sort of way. Milky white. I treated her like a princess all summer, trying to get her to be my girlfriend. I remember chasing after her, walking miles and miles from my house to hers in the hot July sun just to see her for a few brief moments before her mom came home and made me leave.
I was still a virgin. She had experience, probably a lot more than she should of at the age of 16. We were sitting on the couch in my parent's living room. Holding hands. Just watching TV. She spread her legs and put my hand on her crotch. It was so warm. She was hot. I was nervous. We went to my room and shut the door. We laid on the bed and I was scared to make any sort of move. I mean this was way too fast. We hadn't even kissed yet. She had her pants unbuttoned, unzipped, and I was just dumbfounded. My little brother (3 yrs younger than I) barged into the room at that moment and yelled at us demanding to know what we were doing.
In a way he saved me that day. A few weeks later she finally said yes to being my girlfriend... then she cheated on me with my cousin... I walked in on it.
Just wanted to hold her hand, make out, share secrets, fall in love. She just wanted sex.
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