About This Time 40 Years Ago He Popped My Cherry

As 8th graders we were asked to attend the varsity championship basketball game. It was cold outside being late in the season. I wore a heavy sweater. The kids in my class all sat together. The high school kids were there too. J was an 11th grader with a crush on me going back to when he rode the bus with me. In my family he was unacceptable, he was Catholic and we were Southern Baptists.

He came up the bleachers to say hi to me. My friend moved over to give him room to sit beside me. He sat very close, too close. He put his arm around my shoulder. My friend who sat behind me took my hand and put it around his waist. He held me against him, and on the excuse he was going to whisper something he kissed me. My friends giggled, made kissing noises, sang MJ and J sitting in a tree. He held me so I couldn't move.

At halftime he escorted me to the bathroom, he reached and walked me by the hand. When I walked out of the bathroom he led me away from the court, outside in the cold to kiss me. On the excuse that his hands were cold he put his hands under my sweater. And felt me up and kissed me.

When we walked me back to the court he gave the sign to his friends that he had gotten a handful of titty. I was held the entire second half. Kissed so often I stop counting. By the time the game was over I was going steady. He told my friend that he was driving me home, to tell her mother. I was taken up to make out point by the river. By the time I got home my panties were with him to prove to his friends he had gotten my cherry. My sweater on inside out gave my mother the clue I had been making out with him. Already my hickies were getting dark on my neck, and on my boobs. My mother was so angry.

How could you do that with a Catholic?