Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Opening Pandora’s Box #4
This story starts here.
Tammy called Steve from my house to make the arrangements. I still hadn't talked to him directly myself.
Tammy and I had volunteered to help make decorations on a Saturday for a party our school was holding. We decided we would slip away after about an hour and head over to Steve’s house.
The walk from our school to his house was longer than I’d expected. Both were on the other side of town from where I lived, so I was feeling lost and very dependent on Tammy for directions. When we arrived at Steve’s, Maggie’s boyfriend, Jack, was also there. Jack and I knew each other a little. We’d met one day at the roller rink before Maggie had started going out with him.
We had hardly gotten in the door, when I heard Steve tell Tammy, “No. Forget it. I’m not going to do it.” I was devastated by the rejection I felt. The sense of humiliation crushed me.
I didn’t really know what I was getting into. I’d trusted Tammy to take care of everything. I had no idea how Steve felt about me. My adolescent, hormonal brain had demised that if he had agreed to have sex with me, that meant he liked me. I don’t know if that was naiveté or the simple wishful thinking of a thirteen year-old girl with very low self-esteem. But I immediately equated his rejection with the opposite – if he didn’t want to have sex with me, he must not like me.
Jack pulled me into a room nearby while Tammy and Steve talked. Jack tried chatting with me, but I was preoccupied, intrigued by the room. There was a Jacuzzi in the den with a bear skin rug on the floor and a fireplace. I’d never seen anything like this room. I felt like I was in a foreign country. Jack was also very cute. I’d always thought so, but he was Maggie’s boyfriend, so I treated him as such. Then, Jack left me alone in the den and went back to talk to Steve.
Finally, Tammy and Jack were in the den with me and ushered me back out into the hall. Steve looked at me and motioned for me to follow him. We walked through the kitchen to a bedroom on the other side of the house. Steve closed the door. He gestured with his hand, directing me to the bed. I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted me to do, or maybe I was afraid to know.
(to be continued)
Tammy called Steve from my house to make the arrangements. I still hadn't talked to him directly myself.
Tammy and I had volunteered to help make decorations on a Saturday for a party our school was holding. We decided we would slip away after about an hour and head over to Steve’s house.
The walk from our school to his house was longer than I’d expected. Both were on the other side of town from where I lived, so I was feeling lost and very dependent on Tammy for directions. When we arrived at Steve’s, Maggie’s boyfriend, Jack, was also there. Jack and I knew each other a little. We’d met one day at the roller rink before Maggie had started going out with him.
We had hardly gotten in the door, when I heard Steve tell Tammy, “No. Forget it. I’m not going to do it.” I was devastated by the rejection I felt. The sense of humiliation crushed me.
I didn’t really know what I was getting into. I’d trusted Tammy to take care of everything. I had no idea how Steve felt about me. My adolescent, hormonal brain had demised that if he had agreed to have sex with me, that meant he liked me. I don’t know if that was naiveté or the simple wishful thinking of a thirteen year-old girl with very low self-esteem. But I immediately equated his rejection with the opposite – if he didn’t want to have sex with me, he must not like me.
Jack pulled me into a room nearby while Tammy and Steve talked. Jack tried chatting with me, but I was preoccupied, intrigued by the room. There was a Jacuzzi in the den with a bear skin rug on the floor and a fireplace. I’d never seen anything like this room. I felt like I was in a foreign country. Jack was also very cute. I’d always thought so, but he was Maggie’s boyfriend, so I treated him as such. Then, Jack left me alone in the den and went back to talk to Steve.
Finally, Tammy and Jack were in the den with me and ushered me back out into the hall. Steve looked at me and motioned for me to follow him. We walked through the kitchen to a bedroom on the other side of the house. Steve closed the door. He gestured with his hand, directing me to the bed. I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted me to do, or maybe I was afraid to know.
(to be continued)
Comments:
waaaaaahhhh! the agony of waiting...you keep me suspended in its throes. or maybe i'm jus really horny.
Wow, what an awful way to "lose it". I bet you felt used and abused afterwards..poor kid...I was 13, too, at least you got a bed
Jax - I have to agree, I am highly entertained watching Transience writhe!
G - Hmmmm... I'm not sure if that is a compliment or not. Well, only if I can write night-time soaps. I'm not so into the daytime soaps.
Spit - This day was the least of it. The person whom I felt used and abused by may surprise you in the end. I'm kind of curious about your first experience after your reference to the bed. I hope it wasn't too bad.
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G - Hmmmm... I'm not sure if that is a compliment or not. Well, only if I can write night-time soaps. I'm not so into the daytime soaps.
Spit - This day was the least of it. The person whom I felt used and abused by may surprise you in the end. I'm kind of curious about your first experience after your reference to the bed. I hope it wasn't too bad.
