I liked boys… a lot

I liked boys… a lot

Once I hit middle school I was well aware of my sexuality and admired guys, usually older than me. I experienced puberty rather young and even sex scenes in rated R movies began to peak my interest. Now that I think about it, seems like I was like a horny little teenage boy. Except, I liked boys…a lot.

I did not go as far as to say I “dated” anyone. My mom wouldn’t dare let me out of the house so “dating” was pretty pointless. I didn’t have a phone, but we did have a computer. It was a time when chat rooms were the thing to do, and you could find a chat room for just about anything. Of course I did chat with friends after school. But I would also find myself going into random chat rooms, replying to anyone who was “cool” enough. When I think back, I am almost certain that I was probably talking to 40 something year old guys living across the country. I am also sure it did not help that I told them I was 18 or even older. Once they divulged their “A/S/L”, I kept mine within ballpark range. Because, I liked boys…a lot.

Maybe it was the attention that I got, maybe it was conversation, maybe it was the fact that I got away with it or I was just trying to join the crowd.

Although I liked boys, I excelled in school. In 7th and 8th grade I got over 4.0 GPA’s, it was all so easy. Once I was about 13, that is when I remember planning my future. I wanted to go to a university out-of-town, become a Pharmacist, I even got a scholarship in 8th grade. I was pretty proud of myself, as I am sure most of my family was. My Dad was still absent, my brothers were moving in and out of the house as their own life changed, mostly it was just my mom and I. Anyone may think that we had a super close relationship, but it just did not happen like that. I mean, I literally slept in the same bed/room with her until I was 13 and I still feel like our connection was so broken. Maybe it was because I like boys…a lot.

I lost my virginity when I was 14. It was not cute or pretty. It was in the back of a van (at work) with a guy I barely even knew or even dated for that matter. He was older, of course, about 17. We never even kissed, but I did not know what to expect so I went with it. We had random hook ups at work and just eventually found it harder and harder to not get caught. Our sex sessions eventually stopped, then he offered me to his friend. Yea, I had sex with his friend (another co-worker) who was also 17. It was also ugly and awkward. I am not even sure if I enjoyed it. No, I know I did not enjoy it.

Then came another boy. Yea, still at work. He was much nicer and we actually had a few conversations here or there. Then, I guess that gave me the courage to give him a blow job in the back of our work van? Not something I am proud of and that also led to more awkward moments. I was obviously digging myself a hole at work.

There were more boys, luckily not at work. These were all works of my online chats. Yes, I fell into the deep world of online dating. I talked to a bunch of people. I think I found the most pleasure in that. I could have conversations with anyone at anytime and if I wasn’t into anymore I was hit the ignore button and keep it moving. Most were only online, and once I was 15 I was able to have my own phone. Needless to say I was being pretty reckless. I even talked my friends to come with me to meet up with a guy I met online. They did, and we met at the movies. I gave him a blow job and never saw him again. Maybe it was because my friends teased me saying he looked like T-Pain? Who knows, but I know that it was easier that way.

Then there was one boy. I was a Freshman and it was cool. I had friends, did well in school, I was honestly living my best life. I started to date and that was cool. Holding hands, walking home from school together, going to dances, kid shit. Then I met a guy, I thought he was the shit. He was fairly popular, had nice clothes, smooth talker kinda guy. Couldn’t pass a class to save his life, but I obviously did not care much about that.

Good girls do like bad boys. I was still on a tight leash at home, so the only way I could get around that was by skipping school. I skipped school more and more but I brought home really good grades. We would skip school, smoke pot, have sex, not my proudest moments. But that is real. And that is what I remember. I could honestly say that is when I really felt like I loved someone. I am not saying that was “real” love, it was definitely puppy love, but it was love to say the least. I liked this boy… a lot.

I found out I was pregnant on my 16th birthday…

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