|
When I was a junior in highschool, I met this 20 year-old named Marie at the local video arcade. Anyway, one thing progressed to another and I ended up following her home that night. Nothing happened, of course, but this was a regular occurance. Nearly every day I would be at her house hanging out and what-not. I knew she had feelings for me (She told me so), but I just ignored her advances and usually changed the subject. Well, one night we went to the park to play basketball, and afterwards we went for a late-night stroll on the boardwalk. It was then that she started kissing me. I knew I didn't have any feelings for her (In all honesty, it felt like kissing my sister), but I kissed her back. Well, one thing led to another and she ended up giving me oral. I didn't really enjoy it very much, because I didn't have any feelings for her. She wanted to have sex on the boardwalk but, luckily, we didn't have any protection. So she just continued with the oral. I ended up stopping her while she was in the middle with the excuse that I had to go home because I had a test in the morning.
Anyway, I went home that night and I felt so bad for leading her on and not putting a stop to things. She ended up calling me the next day and wanted me to come over, but I made up the excuse that I had to babysit and that I would call her later. I never did. I felt really bad about it, but I didn't have the guts to tell her that I didn't like her as she liked me-- Especially after what happened the night before. After a few weeks passed of me not calling her, she finally called me and asked me what was going on. I don't really remember what I said, but it was the last time I ever talked to her, as I had her number blocked after that.
That might not be too bad, but it's the only thing I've ever done that I've ever felt bad about. I've prided myself on being a nice guy, but that just ate me alive for the longest.
|