As the days went on and we talked over the phone and hung out a couple of times, these times was not like the others, it was just him and I he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said yes because there was something about him that I wanted to get to know more. Little did I know the things I was about to learn would change my life. Like most relationships this was great at the beginning we talked, hugged and kissed, everything I thought that a relationship should be like. At first he did not pressure me for more. He made it seem like he was ok with not moving to fast.
His reputation preceded him he was very much a bad boy. He drank, smoked and partied. He hung out with the wrong crowd stayed out all hours of the night. I believe that is what interested me in him. You know how every girl has a thing for a bad boy. One day his mom had picked me up and we talked about me staying at his house. We promised we would not fall asleep. It took awhile but his mom agreed to it. My mom had thought I was staying at a friend’s house. We watched movies and talked I even let him shave my legs he was such a gentleman but they all are at the beginning. He did not once try to go any farther than a hug or kiss. We tried to stay up all night but that just did not happen. We fell asleep in each others arms on the couch.
Ever since that night we were inseparable. I was always at his house or we was always somewhere hanging out with each other. One day he asked me to come over and go swimming behind his house. I went over and we got ready we headed to the back of his house and down the long hill to the river. This was the first time he had tried to get me to do more than what we normally did. He pressured me and pressured me. He started to get angry and have an attitude. He started to throw a tantrum and would not come near me or look my way for that matter. Until I caved in and let him do what he wanted to do.
This is not how I pictured my first time with him to go. In the gross river with all the parasites. Thinking about all that did not make it a good time for me. That and remembering what had happened to me in the past. All the flash backs and memories. He was getting frustrated because he could tell I was not enjoying it or getting into it. I just could not understand why no matter how many times I told him I was just not ready. He finished up and we went on our way back to his house.
When we got back to his house I was devastated and just not a great mood. I sat down on the couch and thought about what had happened. He came in and sat next to me he was acting like everything was just fine and that what just happened did not. I was lost I was confused. How can someone just act like something like that did not just happen? Maybe it was hard for me because what I had been through already that year. I thought I had met someone who would respect my boundaries that would understand where I was coming from. Boy was I wrong though.