A 'family' moved into the house across the street from my high school. A girl came into our class. She was sort of pretty, but obviously poor. I befriended her, she was new and I took her to my house. She stole one of my bras. My mom told me to not invite her over, but to understand that I had everything and she didn't have anything, not even a bra.

She kissed me on the mouth. She put her arm around my neck and wrestled me to the ground and told me I was going to be her girlfriend. She moved up and sat on my face and I held me by the hair and I had to eat her. She got really horny and she got around to my feet and took off my pants and ate me. We were sixteen.

She made it clear at our school who I belonged to. Not dating her was not an option. Every football game and later the basketball games I was with her. Her favorite spot to nail me was inside her house. Her mother worked and we would go to her house after school and so I could show her how much I loved her. That time of the month was always a problem, but the rest of the time we had sex on her bed.

One time, it was after gym, she decided to surprise me, and she came up from behind me in the dressing room and put her hand up between my legs. I had to bend over while she 'petted' my kitty and she made me say out loud that I loved her. After that I was undateable. My reputation was sealed and through some of the girls the word got back to my mom.

I was prohibited from seeing her. My mom even talked about me spending a year with my grandparents in Michigan. We communicated through a message system from other girls. I went out with other friends and we hooked up at houses or sometimes at a pizza parlor or a MacDonald's. Being separated from her was painful. All I did at home was stay in my room.

She was my first love, and probably my strongest. I have never really fallen for another love quite like I fell for her. I know it was teenage stuff, but I think about her almost every day.