I was not in love with him, he was not in love with me.. I was not in love with him.. I was in love with the idea of being in love. He only wanted me for sex and we both knew it. Hell, it took him 11 months to finally take off my shirt and 11 months for me to let him do it. I was 16, a freshmen in high school, yeah, I know.
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His name is Mark. I first met mark last year at the bar. Yes another bar I know. It was summer and I just graduated. Its another bar that I frequently go to. I was with a bunch of my girlfriends and he walks in. Nice smile, dresses well and great build. Basically all of us were attracted to him. One of his friends tactically talked one of my friends and then talked to all of us.
The oldest is 16, soon to turn Sweet I remember when I was It was the single greatest year of my life. Although, truth be told, its immortality boils down to just one night. And not even a whole night at that. But what an amazing seconds they were. I lost my virginity at Oh, the romance.