All night long

Okay, this is my second attempt at writing this. Earlier, I wrote for over an hour when suddenly my connection was lost, and I lost all my work.....arghhhh! How frustrating.

The night I have decided to write about was a very eventful night. I admit there are parts I hardly remember, I managed to get myself pretty drunk, and a good part of the night I can only recall like pictures in my mind. I know I had a darn good time, but for months after I certainly regretted the whole thing.

The summer I was 15 was a lot of fun. I started the summer going out with a boy named Rich Davies, who I was totally enamoured with. This was pre-Shawn, but post loss of virginity and I thought Rich and I would last forever. Unfortunately there was a misunderstanding involving a lot of alcohol, and some other guy, and Rich broke up with me, using words like slut and bitch when he did. It is another story however, one I may write about later. But it is worth mentioning, because it helps to explain some of what I did the night I am writing about. After Rich broke up with me, I did begin to question if I was a slut, and if I was worth anything.

The night began like many others. I was hanging out in the Supercentre with Emma, Sara, and I think Debra. The Supercentre is what is now the Fortino's plaza on Guelph line, but back then it still had a food court and McDonalds, and you could smoke inside.

We were sitting with Emma's boyfriend Mike Robinson, as well as his friends, Chuck, Rob, and some other guy named Chris. We were having one of those "what do you wanna do, I dunno what do you wanna do" conversations, trying to figure out what we should do that night.

Finally it was decided that the guys would go get some beer, and we would all meet over at M.M. Robinson to drink and hang out. Emma and I decided to tell our Mom's we were staying at each others houses, so we could avoid our ridiculous curfews.

M.M. Robinson was the highschool next to the Supercentre. It wasn't where I went to school, but I certainly knew a lot of people that did. Back then Highschools still had smoking pits, and the one at M.M. was an actual pit, hidden away from the street, under a walkway that connected two wings of the school. It had benches, and little alcolves that we good if you wanted to be alone with someone, or just to relieve yourself. A perfect place to party.

We met there after dark, likely around 9:00. We talked and listened to music, drinking beers, and the guys smoked some pot. There were some other guys there that I didn't know, and it was getting to be a pretty good party.

I should take a moment to talk about the people I was with. Emma was my best friend, who I have discussed in a previous post. Sara was also a good friend. We started hanging out in grade 9, and we got along really well. She was a petite burnette, with sort of an elfin look to her. I always thought she was beautiful. She always seemed unhappy though, I don't think her home life was much fun. Deb and I were friends, but I wasn't as close to her as I was Emma and Sara. She was very pretty, but pale, with almost white blonde hair. Very quiet, often you forgot she was there, but the guys really seemed to like her.

Mike was Emma's boyfriend. He had been on and off for about 6 months. He was 19, a long haired rocker, who had dropped out of school and didn't have a job. He was Emma's Mum's nightmare, and Emma's True Love. Chuck was a friend of Mike's. He had the same ambitions as him, and looked just like John Lennon in the 70's. Chris was pretty hot. I had just met him that night, did not know much about him, but he was like 6'2" with long blond hair, and an ass that looked great in jeans. Emma was looking to set me up with him.

Rob was a guy who I had had a crush on for almost a year. He like Mike Chuck and Chris was also 18. Unfortunately he was also the older brother of the guy who I had lost my virginity to, but I thought he was so hot. Long dark brown hair, always wearing tight skinny jeans, and often a football jersey. He had this toned upper body, and fantastic legs. (I had seen him sitting around the house with no shirt and shorts when I was going out with his brother.) Everyone knew I had a crush on him, including Rob, but he never really seemed interested in me. It could have been that I had slept with his brother, or it also could be the fact that I towered over him by about 4 inches.

Needless to say, with both Rob and this new guy Chris, I was in full flirt mode that night. I was feeling pretty happy with a few beers in me, and I know I was hanging on Rob like a wet shirt. The thing was, he seemed to be receptive to it that night. He was flirting with me too, putting his arm around me, grabbing my butt, making suggestive comments to me.

At some point in the night, and I am not quite sure how, Rob and I found ourselves alone in one of the alcolves. We were making out pretty heavily, he had told me that he knew I liked him, that he could tell I wanted him. He told me he wanted me too, he wanted to fuck me. It wasn't long before buttons were being unbuttoned, and zippers were being unzipped.

I can still remember what it was like kissing Rob. It reminds me of what it was like to be with Kevin, having fantasized about someone for so long, and finally kissing that person, feeling their hands touch you all over. It was like a dream, and I kept having to remind myself it was really happening, despite how drunk I was. The difference was, I was not the same girl who found herself kissing Kevin in my parents kitchen. I had been around at this point, having slept with 4 or 5 other guys, I was no longer the scared virgin. I wanted Rob, he wanted me, and there was no reason to stop.

Funny, I can hardly remember what it was like actually having sex with him It must not have been much to write about, I think once he got my pants off the whole thing lasted about 3 minutes....I waited months for this???? I do remember at one time asking him to wear a condom. At least I had the good sense to do that.

While Rob and I were away from everyone else, apparently a cop car pulled into the parking lot. From where we were you could see this, but they could not see us. All we heard was someone calling... "Run...COPS!", so we quickly pulled ourselves together and took off. We could see the flashlights of the cops looking for us, as we ran towards the Supercentre. I had the feeling I was not going to make it, when suddenly I was pulled down into the tall grass. Chuck had grabbed me and told me to lie down. It was so dark, that from where we were no one could see us. I could hear someone talking to the cops, a couple of the guys stayed behind to allow us to get away. The beer had been hidden, and they just told the cops that they were sitting around shooting the shit.

This was only the beginning of the night, hardly more than ten or eleven o'clock by this point. A lot more happened in the hours that followed, and I promise to write about that soon. For now I am tired, so I will rest. This has been fun though. I have not thought about this night in depth for years.