no one reads this, so i can be truly honest, and this'll be sick and kind of fun.
1) JE:
19? I'm sticking with intercourse, she was the first. Spent so much time coked up and drunk that the first time a girl came on to me sober i got confused. I'd always been prevented from actual coitus due to substance abuse, so i actually ended up driving around with a masturbating 17 year old girl wearing a dog collar. She faked sick one night, needed a ride back to her side of the halfway house, so i drove her. I had about 3, four months clean. (i'd done the first few weeks in jail, the rest of the month by myself, the rest was at the halfway house)
We get there, immediately start making out in the kitchen, i start eating her out while she's standing there. (First shaved too, i remember that well)
We trucked on up to her bedroom, no condom-whoops! Start going, she's as loose as a house, and i'm on the verge of spurting every second, so i keep pulling out and going down again. She kept her shirt on, which is sad. Beautiful breasts. (I think)
She came from the regular stuff, and told me that i was hurting her. She starts sucking me off, but tells me she doesn't like the taste. Then she and i start worrying about getting caught, which would be bad--i'd go back to jail, she'd go back to living in a trailer with her grandmother.
So i drove home, crying, hating myself, feeling ashamed.
Three months later, i have to tell my girlfriend (whom i'm totally in love with) that i've been kicked out of the halfway house and may go to prison for 7 years. She thought that was cool, which should've let me know i wasn't dating the most mature or intelligent person who ever lived.
JE had relapsed, and scared and angry of the consequences, decided to tell everyone about screwing me, mark, ky and some other random dude (probably kevin, but he was gone by then) in hopes of being let off with a slap. All of us got kicked out, for a week. Mark went and smoked crack that night, and later told me he hated me (he was in love with her) and i got back in. Ky disappeared for a few years, but last time i saw him, i think he was doing well. Working with horses, staying clean.
I think mark is probably dead. He was a good person. Lot of problems. But a good guy.
JE screwed around a bit more, on and off the drugs, on and off the guys. Last time i saw her was my junior year in college--she was in the hatchback/trunk portion of a ford escort driving by a wal-mart.
I'm not better than them. I'm not luckier. Weird shit happens, i suppose.
1) JE:
19? I'm sticking with intercourse, she was the first. Spent so much time coked up and drunk that the first time a girl came on to me sober i got confused. I'd always been prevented from actual coitus due to substance abuse, so i actually ended up driving around with a masturbating 17 year old girl wearing a dog collar. She faked sick one night, needed a ride back to her side of the halfway house, so i drove her. I had about 3, four months clean. (i'd done the first few weeks in jail, the rest of the month by myself, the rest was at the halfway house)
We get there, immediately start making out in the kitchen, i start eating her out while she's standing there. (First shaved too, i remember that well)
We trucked on up to her bedroom, no condom-whoops! Start going, she's as loose as a house, and i'm on the verge of spurting every second, so i keep pulling out and going down again. She kept her shirt on, which is sad. Beautiful breasts. (I think)
She came from the regular stuff, and told me that i was hurting her. She starts sucking me off, but tells me she doesn't like the taste. Then she and i start worrying about getting caught, which would be bad--i'd go back to jail, she'd go back to living in a trailer with her grandmother.
So i drove home, crying, hating myself, feeling ashamed.
Three months later, i have to tell my girlfriend (whom i'm totally in love with) that i've been kicked out of the halfway house and may go to prison for 7 years. She thought that was cool, which should've let me know i wasn't dating the most mature or intelligent person who ever lived.
JE had relapsed, and scared and angry of the consequences, decided to tell everyone about screwing me, mark, ky and some other random dude (probably kevin, but he was gone by then) in hopes of being let off with a slap. All of us got kicked out, for a week. Mark went and smoked crack that night, and later told me he hated me (he was in love with her) and i got back in. Ky disappeared for a few years, but last time i saw him, i think he was doing well. Working with horses, staying clean.
I think mark is probably dead. He was a good person. Lot of problems. But a good guy.
JE screwed around a bit more, on and off the drugs, on and off the guys. Last time i saw her was my junior year in college--she was in the hatchback/trunk portion of a ford escort driving by a wal-mart.
I'm not better than them. I'm not luckier. Weird shit happens, i suppose.