The truth about Stephanie. I first got a crush on her in the sixth grade, she sat beside me in class. She was primped up all the time, her dress was always starched and her hair was combed through and through. She had a real nice tone to her skin and she looked at me with crazy eyes. I didn't know it at the time, but I was wet around her all the time.

I was good in athletics and played soccer and soft ball. The coach liked me and I was always having to do some extra work for her at the gym. She knew I liked Stephanie and she told me that girls like that were always looking for the man who could support them and she wasn't going to be any different.

I was hooked and I made Stephanie let me sit beside her at lunch and I monopolized her whenever I could. My coach would tell me to leave her alone but I couldn't. One weekend in the seventh grade Stephanie invited me to go with her family on an overnight weekend trip to see her grandparents. My parents were not so sure but they caved but my coach was all over me for accepting. That day at school I got held by the coach and she told me that Stephanie wasn't one of us.

At her grandmother's house I slept with Stephanie in one of the rooms. I watched her as she got undressed, taking off each piece and folding it before taking off the next piece until she was only her panties and she pulled on a nightgown. It was my turn and I did what she had done but I couldn't fold so she undid each piece I had folded and she folded it right while I stood in nothing but my panties. I took the top of my pijamas and put it on and got in bed with her without my pijama bottoms on.

Her legs were real warm, and she asked me I wanted to pray with her, so we got out of bed and kneeled and prayed together and then got back in bed. She laid on her back and I was on my side looking at her. She looked at me and told me to tell her a love story, half way through that made up story I couldn't help it and I put my arms around her and just pulled to me as hard as I could, she maneuvered until she was comfortable and let me hold her like that for a long time until she said I needed to finish the story.

When we woke up I was on my back and she was laying on me with her leg across my waist. Her eyes opened and she laid there not moving and I put my arm up around her and held her on me and she told me she liked the love story I had told her. We stayed in our waking up positions until we just couldn't hold it any more and got up to go pee.

Stephanie never did date anyone else. We didn't call it dating, we called it hanging out together. My coach was the angry one, and when Stephanie and I moved on to become upper classman I got away from my coach. I never did really like her and if she had tried to make out with me I don't know what I would have done, probably gone crying to Stephanie.

Stephanie is the boss lady in my life, even from back then when we were first sitting beside each other. We are an odd couple, she is still perfect in her dress and her hair and she pretty much decides what I should wear and how I should cut my hair. I don't really care, whatever makes her happy. I gave into her a long time ago. Stephanie never did look for some man to support her, that coach was wrong about that.

I remember our first open kiss in high school It was Saturday afternoon when she came walking up the driveway at my house and told me to hurry up we were late and she didn't really want to have to tell me to get ready every time. She was driving her new Mustang that she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. When I was sitting and buckled up, before she put the car in reverse she said that we weren't going anywhere until she got a kiss. She wanted a new kiss to break in her new car. It was mid afternoon on Saturday in the middle of our driveway and we kissed for a long time, then she put it in reverse and we went to meet our friends.

The truth about Stephanie is that she was as much in love with me as I was in love with her, from that very first class when we sat beside each other.