All of the stories I have posted so far were from a very young age, but I also have a lot of teenage stories as well. The first one was from a couple of weeks after my 14th birthday:
At this point, I had grown fairly thin, and was about average height. My face was similar to when I was younger, but a little more developed. It was a couple hours after my first cheerleading practice when I ran into one of the boys from my class. His name was Anthony LeMore, but we always called him Tony or "T-Lee".
I was a little tired and sweaty, and Tony took notice that I was out of water.
"I have some water at my house, if you want a drink," he said. He lived a block from the school, as opposed to me, who lived almost 10 blocks away.
"I guess so," I said. Once we got to his place, I let my hair down. I hated having it tied back, but I had fairly long hair, and it got in the way when I did cheerleading and softball. Anyway, Tony got the glass of water and complimented my hair. He was a little taller than me. He has short black hair, and was fairly bulky. There were quite a few girls into him. And he was into quite a few girls. After this event, it was quite confirmed that I was near the top of the list.
We had a nice conversation, and we sat down in his couch.
"Where's your parents?" I asked.
"What parents?" He joked. I laughed.
"They aren't going to be home for a little while," he said, "I hope that's okay." I said yes. I used his house phone to tell my parents I might not be back for dinner. Then, we returned to conversation. I will admit, he was pretty funny. Then, the conversation got interesting....