My boy friend Joe and I have been going together for almost the entire senior high year. Every body considers us an item. Joe, is the baseball teams captain and the student council president. Like all teenagers our age, Joe wants to have sex and I want to wait. Whenever we are together in school all of Joe's friends look at me and practically drool. I have thought for the longest time that he had bragged to his friends that we were having sex all the time.

About three weeks ago on Friday, our class had the last dance of the year before our senior prom. At the dance all the guys from the schools different sports teams were there. The dance looked like a convention of jocks arguing about sports. Our school has always been extremely competitive with the baseball and soccer teams winning the state championships. There were lots of tempers flaring about who was the better team.

The soccer team has five black players that are really good and they were really trying to impress everybody with how great they were. Naturally Joe and some of the other baseball players were being just as arrogant about how good they were.

Around 11:00 PM, the guys got into a loud shouting match and the soccer guys said some pretty bad things to Joe about his sexual abilities. Joe seemed stunned for a moment and then with everybody listening and waiting, Joe announced that he and I got it on all the time and quite often at the school in secluded places.

Needless to say I was hurt and mad. Every one at the dance was staring at me. Some of the more crude boys were shouting stuff at me like, was I any good or did I give head. My girl friends looked at me like I had a terrible disease. I burst out crying and fled the dance hall. Outside it was starting to rain lightly and I knew my green chiffon dress would be ruined, but I didn't care. I started to walk home in my strapless party dress, high heels and a broken heart.

I had walked about one mile. My hair was soaked and just hanging on my shoulders. My make-up was ruined and my dress was soaking up the rain like a sponge. I was still sobbing but also starting to get angrier at Joe with every step. My reputation was destroyed and I didn't want to go back to school ever. Suddenly a car pulled up along side of me and the driver asked if I wanted a lift. I immediately recognized him as Tony from the soccer team. He had four of his team-mates with him. I just stood there with the rain coming down my face. The three guys in the back seat got out and helped me in. As we drove away I was sandwiched in with the guys in the back. it was a very tight squeeze. Finally a guy we all called killer because of his size suggested I sit on his lap. As the guys helped me onto killers lap, somebodies hand grabbed my right breast for balance. My dress had rode up a few inches exposing my stocking tops. I had a little difficulty getting my dress down because it was so wet. I'm sure the boys got an eyeful.

After a few minutes the guys broke out some beers and offered one to me. I didn't want to seem unappreciative and was still steaming mad at Joe so I accepted the beer.

Tony said they were stopping off at his house to get some more beer and then would drop me off. By the time we got to Tony's house the guys had started to cheer me up by getting me to laugh. They were telling me stories about some of the funnier moments during the soccer season.

They offered me a second beer and I accepted that one also. A few miles from my home Tony asked if I would like to go with them to a place we all called the Hill. It was our local make-out spot that overlooked a small lake. Tony suggested that Joe would probally go there looking for me and perhaps Joe and I could work things out or at the least I could give him a piece of my mind. It sounded good to me.

At the Hill, there were two cars already there but Joe's wasn't one of them. After a short while I started to get sad again and cry softly. Two of the fellows in the back with me got out to stretch their legs. That left me with William. He put his arm around me and held me close. I don't know how it happened, but William tilted my head up and slowly gave me a kiss. It seemed very strange to kiss someone else other than Joe and especially a black boy. William kissed me a second time only with a lot of passion. I don't know if it was the beer or me being mad at Joe, but I kissed William back. For a short while William just sat there rubbing my arms, then he bent over and gave me a French kiss. No boy had ever kissed me like William was doing now and I was melting in his arms. I gave a short sigh and kissed William back with every thing I had. We kissed and kissed. I lost all track of time. My head was spinning.