The Judge Held The Shotgun

I was 14, he was 17, we lived in the same neighborhood and we had the same bus stop. It was late Spring and he suggested we go for a walk through the park before going home. The park had a wooded section and we went in there, found a good place, I got down and took my panties off. He pulled his pants down and we did it. Our first time.

That day, we were still coupled when the cop hit him on the head with his baton, busting his head opening, knocking him off of me. He stared at me for a long minute, stared at my open legs, before telling me 'little girl you and your boyfriend are in trouble'. He cuffed us and put us in the back of his police car and took us to the station where he filed public lewdness charges. We were split up in different cells and the judge was called to come to the station and sign the charges.

The judge was the owner of the furniture store, he knew our parents, listened to the cop, and pronounced his verdict. We get married, my boyfriend agrees to join and serve four years in the Army, and he would let us off. Otherwise we would have a record. The shotgun marriage took place in my parent's living room, his mother wore black and a veil. My mother was never more embarrassed, the judge lectured us and told me to stay in school for the sake of my children.

We just celebrated 50 years of wedlock, not every year was great, putting kids out was easy, raising them was not. But we stayed hitched. The park is still there, and I hear I'm not the only girl who went there to get her cherry popped.