Met a girl from after-school bible study in highschool sophomore year. She was a cutter and I spent after-hours patching her cuts up, some were pretty bad. I was a teacher's aid, AV nerd, and ran lights for auditorium shows as well as recorded basket ball/football games (got paid minimum wage for anything after hours so it was a cool gig that helped me get my first set of wheels) so i had keys for everthying in the school (and those i didnt have i borrowed from the cool as fuck janitors), including the nurse's office so it wasnt hard to just use their shit for gauze, antibiotics, bandaids, and the like (as well as an out of the way place to hang out with her). It was all gravy until one day she let me walk her home and fuck her because I was "boyfriend material." She got weirded out a few weeks later when I told her I loved her (rightfully so). Things got weird after that mainly because her dad, or stepdad (whatever), found a journal or some notes about/between us and literally told me "she doesnt need a boyfriend right now," and essentially threatened to fuck me up. I didn't hear from her again until like 5 years ago and learned awful, horrible things she was going through at the time.
Wish her the best, but holy fuck I didn't need any of that. She was essentially white-knight fuel that had a payoff. I was captain "save a hoe" until my early twenties.
"Did it live up to your expectations?"
No, I didn't cum. I couldn't cum. I only came from blowing loads on her tits. It felt good, but we didn't used condoms and I think I was terrified if getting her pregnant. It was still fun, but it kind of felt like something i HAD to do, maybe even if that's just me as an adult remembering it now. I remember I was the last of my friends group to pork-a-pig (at least, they all said they weren't virgins... looking back now they were all probably lying), so it was probably a mix of everything, plus she wasn't ugly or fat and had tig-ol-bitties... well, at the time.
Hormones do fucked up things to you.
