Chapter 2: In Mike's Room

I have always been interested in boys and sex, but afraid at the same time. My mom, who is liberal in most of her beliefs but conservative when it comes to sex, drummed into me at an early age all the bad things that can happen to girls when they are
sexually active. Sometimes I think that something bad must have happened to her when she was younger, but I have never talked to her about it. She made me very paranoid about sex with all of her horror stories of unwanted pregnancies and STDs.

I don't mean to make it sound like I was a goody two shoes. I started experimenting at an early age, as I mentioned in Chapter 1, but all through my teenage years I was fanatical about keeping my hymen intact. I began being sexually active when I was 14, but by active I mean giving hand jobs and eventually blow jobs. Yeah, I was one of those dumb girls who thought that if I got a guy off, he would like me. Eventually I realized that what guys like is getting off. What orifice, and who is attached to... is almost secondary.

My first experience was with a boy who lived down the street. He was 16 and like I said I was 14. Like most kids, as soon as he hit 16 he got his drivers license. His parents had provided him with a car, which made him a good guy for me to get to know. As soon as I found out he was driving, I talked him into giving me rides home. Anything was better than the school bus! I had to keep it a secret from my parents, they had a strict policy about me riding with inexperienced drivers.

To avoid detection, I rode with Mike to his house and walked home from there. One day, after we parked in his driveway, he asked me to come in for awhile and watch a little TV. His parents both worked late so he had the house to himself for a couple hours each afternoon. That fit in nicely with my plans, so I readily accepted his invitation.

Mike was very quiet and shy, exactly the type of guy I had in mind for my sexual experimentation. I figured he would be easy to control, and would be too much of a nice guy to try anything I wasn't ready for. If I said stop, I was pretty sure he would. When we got inside we got a couple of sodas out of the fridge and he led me down the hall to his room. I didn't say anything, I just followed him. I thought it was a good sign that he was taking me there instead of the living room. I was ready for some of my fantasies to become realities.

Mike seemed to lose his nerve once he closed his door behind us. He was so shy and unsure of himself that he didn't really know what to do now that he had a girl in his room with no adults around. He was like the car-chasing dog that finally catches up to one, then doesn't know what to do with it. I tried to make clear, through body language and suggestive looks, that I was available for whatever advances he might want to try, but nothing happened. We just watched 'Saved By the Bell' reruns while we sat beside each other on his bed. He didn't even try to hold my hand. I wondered if maybe he just saw me as a friend. I began to have doubts. Maybe I wasn't sexy enough, or old enough, to turn on a sixteen-year-old boy. I was very naïve and unsure of myself. We were a good match.

After that it became a regular thing for me to hang out with him in his room for an hour or so each day. After a couple of weeks in inaction I decided to take a chance and push things along. I could see Mike sneaking glances at me as we watched TV, so I started being more careless about how I sprawled on his bed. My breasts hadn't really developed much yet, so all I had going for me was my legs. Luckily, that was, and still is, a strongpoint for me. I have long, lean legs, and since I had been playing soccer since I was five, they were solid and nicely tanned. I tried sitting with my back against the wall, with my knees pulled up to my chin, knowing that if he looked he would see quite a show. After the first glance, he couldn't help sneaking peeks every few seconds. But he still hadn't touched me.