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The 90s

Nothing weird like that occurred for a while. I quit sneaking book out of my moms library and just stuck to Stephen King instead. I know sooo much better. But in 5th Grade I started to feel things. I thought about the books I read. And the scenes I would skip past. My friends would constantly be talking about who was cute or not. One day when I was on the bus riding home I was playing pokemon with my buddy Corey. He failed a year or two so while I was in 5th he technically should have been in 7th. He was about a foot taller than me. I believe he was 12 years old at the time. He asked me if I ever had a boyfriend. I told him no, I did not like boys like that. Of course that was a lie and I had no answer for him so I just sat there. After a few minutes he asked me if I trusted him.

We were usually the last few kids left on the bus so once everyone cleared out. Corey came over and sat next to me. He laid his head down on the seat and stared at me. After a few minutes he touched my thigh. I laughed and told him I am not ticklish. I remember him telling me what he was going to do was not going to tickle. He then took my shoulders and turned so my back was to his chest. For some reason I allowed it. I allowed him to move his hand down to the hem of my shirt and slowly touch my belly. I allowed him to continue up higher to where I was bare chested because I hadn’t developed boobs yet. They were what everyone liked to call mosquito bites. I continued to allow it when he added his other hand and his fingers where slowly pitching and tugging at my nipples. I felt a tingle in between my legs. But far to quickly the bus stopped and Corey had to get off. He whispered in my ear to wear a bra tomorrow morning so my nipples would not show to the rest of the boys at school. I jumped off the bus with this new feeling in me as I raced home. I was not sure what it was but I never took a piece of clothing out of my sisters room so fast before. The next morning when Corey got on the bus he said he was ready for me. Unsure of what that meant I told him I was too. He continued his massaging of my breasts every day for a week or two. Then one day he grabbed my hand and place it in between his legs. I could feel something moving every now and then and I jerked my hand back. I asked him what was that and he told me he could show me but then I would have to kiss it. I did not understand and I avoided sitting close to him for the remainder of the school year. Thankfully over the summer he moved.

I had one one other encounter in 5th grade with a boy. It was in the middle of Corey massaging me on the bus. But he was oblivious to it. There was a boy, I can not remember his name. But I do remember we both got in trouble during D.A.R.E. class. This was a class that was supposed to help keep you from doing or trying drugs. In reality it was a free period because our teacher would leave and the police officer that came in was more interested in being our friend than teaching us anything. I remember he was young staight out of the police academy. He looked like he just graduated from high school. With barely a stubble on his chin.

I asked him if he ever arrested my mom or step father. That roused the class into laughter. He went as far as to ask me their names and gave me a knowing half shake. My mom and step dad were known for their fights and drug usage in this small town. Plus everyone else knew my grandmother. So it was no surprise that they were involved with the police more times than I would like to count.After the class settled down a boy raised his hand and asked “do you remember me?” and the officer replied with “I sure do but I thought you were in Middle school?” this aroused many of the students to turn and look at the quiet one in the back. He said well you believed it when I said it so sure I am in middle school. The officer got angry and told us both to stay after the DARE class to think about what we done interrupting his teachings. I did not understand why I was being made to stay but I said ok. When class was over our school mates were headed out to recess and me and the trouble maker boy were left there. The officer must have forgotten he told us to stay because when the class cleared out he was gone too. I sat in my chair for a few minutes then turned to see what he was up to. He was just starring at me. I asked if he was okay and his only reply was a slight head nod. After about 15 more minutes of this quiet agony while some one was drilling a hole in the back of your head with their eyes I got up and walked to the door. As soon as my hand was on the door knob his was above mine slamming the door back shut. I turned around to have him pressed up against me and he claimed my mouth like it was all that he could think about that whole time we sat in silence. I was so stunned. It was an awful kiss to say the least. Way to much teach, too much tongue and not enough patience. But I allowed it yet again. After he had his fill of my mouth he pulled away and left without saying a word. Neither did I.

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