Every day I would see her at school. She used to be thin, not have any curves. And then one summer, her breasts made Playboy models appear flat-chested. I couldn’t get her off my mind.
I kept thinking about taking her in so many nasty ways in class, in the yard and even in church.
I went to confession, thinking that maybe it would help get rid of these desires. But it just made me want her even more.
She told me that I could visit her whilst everyone was at choir practice.
I went along, thinking that we could make some sweet harmony with our bodies while no one was at home. We did and I soon forgot about football as I snuck into her house every Thursday night.
The quarterback, the one that was going to leave our small town behind.
Looked at me.
Talked to me.
And then, he touched me.
No kid in school wanted to talk to me, they were too scared about what could happen next. He didn’t care, he wanted me. I knew that if we got caught, if they found out the truth, that I would pay the price. I had been done once before and I didn’t care. Being with Carl was too special to me.
He wanted to cool it off, for a while.
Then we got caught and I was told that I was going to Hell.
People think that it’s some place that you go to once you die. Not in my house. It was real. They made one for whenever I was bad. They had the Bible waiting and I was scared. I needed Carl to rescue me, before it was too late. I was scared that I would go insane like I nearly did once before.