Originally Posted by wooÐs

I was a sophomore. He was a senior. I knew nothing about him or his past - just told a friend one day I thought he was cute. Next thing I knew, we were in a 'relationship,' if that's what you want to call it.

My parents were out of town. My brother was gone for the day. A friend, her boyfriend, this dude and I skipped school and went to a state park. The couples separated. He and I made out in several different locations. Then made our way to the top of a picnic table lol. It happened there. It hurt like a bitch. Apparently I kept pushing his legs back, trying to get him out of me. He was like 'you have to let me in.' So I gritted my teeth and let it happen. lol@the next family that ate lunch at that table.

We all met up and left the park. Headed to my house. My friend and her bf took off, leaving 'him' and I home alone. We then went at it for about 4 hours. I'm not lying there. All I knew what to do is what I saw in porn movies in the past. So I just went with it, even though not a damn thing felt good.

He left. Went to the bathroom and saw I was bleeding. And omfg I was so sore. Inside and out. I crashed. Didn't wake up until the next morning when it was time for school.

I get to school and I was like a leper. No one talked to me. Not even my friends. No one really even acknowledged me. I didn't know wtf was wrong. He and I usually met after homeroom by this locker. He wasn't there. As the day went by, I would pull aside the occasional 'friend' and ask if she knew what was going on. FINALLY, one told me later in the day, that everyone knew I slept with Daryl. Everyone knew it was going to happen. For there was no 'relationship.' He never cared. It was all a fucking bet between him and the rest of the soccer team on whether or not I would give it up. He won.

I can't really tell you how hard high school was after this. It was all more or less a fog. It's not like what happened haunted me or anything, but I did have problems. My first bout of rehab was my senior year. So anyways - I hope the fucker's penis is riddled with std's today. It unfortunately wasn't romantic or even remotely pleasant. bah.