When I was sixteen, I dated a nice guy, Dandy. We fooled around a bit and I’d even let him slip a finger in, but no more. I told him I ‘d lost my virginity to an older guy who hurt me and I wanted the next time to be special. Dandy said he respected that.

Truth was, I just wasn’t that into Dandy.

I remember the first time I noticed Thad looking at me. It was during gym class and he was staring at the seat of my shorts as if he could see right through the fabric. When I finally caught him, he didn’t even blush-he just kind of smiled and looked away.

From that moment on, Thad was never out of my mind. I thought about him constantly. I though about him before I went to sleep, when I took a shower, and especially when Dandy and I were making out. I’d close my eyes and pretend it was Thad kissing me and trying to get into my pants.

Periodically throughout the year, my high school sponsored events that students could sign-up for. One day I saw Thad signing up for a 5k run at a local park. As soon as he walked away from the sign-up sheet, I ran over and signed up. Of course, when I stupidly told Dandy about it, HE signed up, too.

The day of the run, we took buses to a local park. Dandy wanted to run together but about 1k into it, his face was red and he was slowing down. “I’m gonna run ahead,” I said and darted on before he could say a word.

I’m a natural runner and I soon caught up with Thad. I passed him on a sprint and when I was a few yards ahead, slowed to pace him. He never passed me and the thought of him back there, watching my a**, exited me.

Of course, Thad and I finished about the same time and long before Dandy. As I was catching my breath, Thad came over and said, “Nice run. Want to get a drink?”

“Sure,” I said, starting towards line at the drinking fountain.

“No,” he said, “over here.”

“Over here” was across the park road and inside the shelter house. Thad went directly to the fountain and took a long drink. Finished, he stood up and stepped aside.

I bent over and was slurping water when I felt Thad’s hand on my a**. I jumped out of skin, turning to face him. “What are you doing?!”

“What do you think?” He stepped towards me and I stepped back, feeling a cold concrete wall against my back. “I have a boyfriend,” I said suddenly.

“So?” he said and kissed me. My eyes went wide but then I opened my mouth to his. I was so into his kisses that I only barely noticed his fingers tugging at the tie to my shorts or when his hand slid inside my sweat-dampened p******. But I snapped to attention when his fingertips brushed across my wet s**. “Stop,” I whispered, “what are you doing?”

“I want to f*** you.” He said it just like that and hearing him say it made me want to let him do it. But I shook my head, pushing him away.

“We can’t,” I said. “Not now.”

“When?”

My mind raced. “Tomorrow.” I explained my parents were going to another city to pick up an antique table and would be gone all day.

“See you then,” he said, leaving me with a kiss that I felt in my thighs. I barely had my shorts t****** when I heard Dandy calling my name. Embarrassed and extremely aroused, I hurried back to the buses. On the way back to school, my face burned and my legs shook. Dandy asked if I was okay and I told him I wasn’t felling well. He told me that’s what I got for running ahead.

The next morning I told my parents I was sick. Mom called the school, got me excused, and then they took off. I was still at the window, waving them goodbye, when I heard someone knocking on our back basement door.

It was Thad. “I’ve been watching,” he smiled at me, “and waiting.”

I closed the door and he immediately kissed me. We stepped away from the door and into our family room. Somehow, I was down on the floor and Thad was tugging my sweat pants off. Soon I was wiggling on the carpet, trying to get my p****** off with one hand. Then Thad was on me, his c*** between my thighs.

“Hurry,” I whispered.

That first time with Thad was only the second time I’d had s**, but it was a thousand times better than my first. I was so into it I let Thad come inside me, then immediately freaked out. Thad got me calmed down and we fucked again, only this time I made him come on my stomach. Afterwards, we cuddled for a bit, making out, then I told him I needed a shower. He joined me, and afterwards we did it again in my bed, nice and slow, trying different positions, laughing. Finally, though, I was so turned on that I told him to f*** me. I’d never said those words to a guy before. Afterwards, we cuddled a bit, then Thad got dressed and left.

Dandy and I continued to date, but I never let him f*** me. Thad became my “dirty boyfriend”, coming over when my parents weren’t there, teaching me all kinds of s** things, like how to s*** a boy’s c***. When Dandy and I finally broke up, Thad and I just hung out, having s** and being friends.