Just when you think your home free...
Life throws you a curveball.

So I have this friend who is a great person. We met in grade 9 and it was an instant attraction. But being the self conscious 14 year old I was, I passed it off because he was way too cool for me. Grade 10 found us in music class together. He played the sax or trumpet or something like that. Maybe the drums? I played the flute. Whoever designed my high school music room did a fantastic job! It was located right beside the cafeteria and beside that was the gym. The music room was made into 5 stair like areas with cupboards along the back and left hand side of the room. Every instrument had its place, and players had their section. Now the brilliance to this room was not in the ease to which every thing fit, but the separate practice rooms on the right. There were 2 rooms; one had a million books in it, a music stand and a chair. The other had a beanbag chair, a couple music stands and a table. I liked the second one.

My friend- I'm going to call him E from now on- and I used to go up to the second practice room to, well practice of course! Our practicing included of me sitting on his lap trying to teach him how to write music, and him putting his arms around me and kissing my neck and shoulder until I gave up. As time went on, we got a little more daring in our constant search for a release. Touching and kissing turned into dry humping and hand play- my first experience.
The only problem was, that we were messing around in school-, which was a big no-no for an innocent 15 year old, and that he was too popular for me.
During exams I brought him home for the afternoon and my Dad caught us red handed. Unfortunately for me, that was my first experience with oral sex and consequently, the day my cherry broke. Wow what a messy day!

To continue on this story, in grade 11, 2 new schools were built and my school was split into 3. I stayed and he left. We lost touch after a while. Fast forward to graduation. We started to talk on MSN more, and one day he asked me out. We went to the movies and out for dinner afterwards and said good-bye. Those same damn butterflies came rushing back. After that I tried to calm it down. I was leaving for University and I didn't want anything to start. Plus I was kind of involved with somebody who, incidentally was cheating on me. I left for school, but we kept in touch. My relationship with the other guy crumbled at the first chance it got.

When I came home on weekend, we would go for a walk in the park. Christmas, Reading week, Easter was all filled with me and E time. I tried to keep it innocent! But there is just something so romantic about walking on a beach after dark. Summer time came and I moved home. He constantly asked me out. But I was so busy; I couldn't even find time to eat. We had maybe a handful of dates over a 4-month period. But for some reason, he would always find out what bar I was at and would show up just to see me.

School time was coming up quickly again and I started to feel the itch to leave. My birthday was fast approaching too. My girlfriends took me out to the bar the weekend before my birthday and he showed up again- alone. Not one of his friends were in the bar. But he came just to see me. I was so drunk when he got there. I was all over the place. I just remember jumping on him and wrapping my legs around him and saying I was glad he was there. He didn't let me go for 10 minutes. He bought me a drink, and then left- leaving me with my girlfriends to have a good time.

The actual day of my birthday, I didn't get one phone call, or msn message from my friends. I got one text message and an e-mail- that’s it! I felt so lonely! E showed up to keep me company for the day. We spent all morning in the pool, with my legs around him and our bodies pressed tightly together. We went in the hot tub and then up to my room. That was a great day!

I left for school a couple days later. I couldn't get him out of my mind, but I was forced into this brand new setting and I had to deal with it. He was relentless. He didn't want to let me slip away again. Every time I came home we went for a walk on the beach. And every time I saw him he would become less affectionate towards me. I figured he lost interest and was stuck in some habit he couldn't get out of.

The past few times that I have been home, we haven't seen each other. I figured that was it. The end of the 7-year tease. But last night things changed. I don't know what brought it on. It could have been in my drunken stupor I let something slip. He was so completely honest with me about his feelings. He told me that they haven't changed since grade 9. I was and still am dumbfounded.

How could somebody continually think about one person throughout their entire teenage years, and still into there 20's, have the same feelings? Regardless of what happens, I just want him to know that he changed my life. He made me believe.