Vol. 2
DJ
So, i can't say the girls nickname, cause then you'd know her real name, so once again--initials only. No hint. But it's a song title. (that's not enough of a hint)
She was graduating from high school, i'm 19, so it wasn't too creepy. Just gotten out of the girlfriend relationship mentioned in volume 1-who'd had sex with somebody else instead of me, but who cares?
DJ was notorious in the halfway house. She was a local who liked bad boys (that weren't gonna do anything nasty) so she was well known by all the drug addicts, ex-cons and wackjobs that i lived with (who i was and am still: a wack job drug addict, just a sober one.)
I don't remember how we met, but i ended up guilting her into sex-which she did not enjoy. But come graduation night, there we are, steaming up the windows of my jeep in the parking lot of the days inn--and for the first time, i made a girl cum by going downtown. I felt like a man, and she was delirously happy. We had sex for what turned out to be the last time, and she told me in the post-coital that i was her "graduation present."
Hot.
She ended things after i dodged her for a week, unbeknownst to me she'd started doing crystal meth with her dealer and figured that it was cheaper just to date him. Oh well. But it hurt my ego. I was a week into college (still bedding down in the halfway house) so i'd started studying at the local waffle house. THe night after we ended things, i was sitting at the wa-ha and noticed a rather unattractive girl glancing at me, so i decided to give it a shot. On the way out, after not saying a word or looking in her direction, i said "So? You coming or not?"
And she did.
We went back to my then-sponsors house, where i was housesitting, and during the drive, she told me who she was--DJ's much older black sheep sister.
WACKY.
So we screwed around, i rubber her feet (???don't ask me why, her feet were disgusting) and she went down, and spat my seed all over my buddies carpet. (did i clean that? probably?)
Then i drove her back to her car, hemmed and hawed, told her i'd be back, and went to sleep at home. Didn't see her again for three years--then there she was, pumping gas at some out of the way station in the mountains. Instead of apologizing, which i should've done, but i was weak--i scampered away.
The coming chapter has me being a bit more of a decent person, but these were my mistakes, and trust me--i've paid for them, and i'm paying still.
But not in stds or a kid, don't get me wrong. Spiritually. Yeah, that's it. I'm paying for them "spiritually."
DJ
So, i can't say the girls nickname, cause then you'd know her real name, so once again--initials only. No hint. But it's a song title. (that's not enough of a hint)
She was graduating from high school, i'm 19, so it wasn't too creepy. Just gotten out of the girlfriend relationship mentioned in volume 1-who'd had sex with somebody else instead of me, but who cares?
DJ was notorious in the halfway house. She was a local who liked bad boys (that weren't gonna do anything nasty) so she was well known by all the drug addicts, ex-cons and wackjobs that i lived with (who i was and am still: a wack job drug addict, just a sober one.)
I don't remember how we met, but i ended up guilting her into sex-which she did not enjoy. But come graduation night, there we are, steaming up the windows of my jeep in the parking lot of the days inn--and for the first time, i made a girl cum by going downtown. I felt like a man, and she was delirously happy. We had sex for what turned out to be the last time, and she told me in the post-coital that i was her "graduation present."
Hot.
She ended things after i dodged her for a week, unbeknownst to me she'd started doing crystal meth with her dealer and figured that it was cheaper just to date him. Oh well. But it hurt my ego. I was a week into college (still bedding down in the halfway house) so i'd started studying at the local waffle house. THe night after we ended things, i was sitting at the wa-ha and noticed a rather unattractive girl glancing at me, so i decided to give it a shot. On the way out, after not saying a word or looking in her direction, i said "So? You coming or not?"
And she did.
We went back to my then-sponsors house, where i was housesitting, and during the drive, she told me who she was--DJ's much older black sheep sister.
WACKY.
So we screwed around, i rubber her feet (???don't ask me why, her feet were disgusting) and she went down, and spat my seed all over my buddies carpet. (did i clean that? probably?)
Then i drove her back to her car, hemmed and hawed, told her i'd be back, and went to sleep at home. Didn't see her again for three years--then there she was, pumping gas at some out of the way station in the mountains. Instead of apologizing, which i should've done, but i was weak--i scampered away.
The coming chapter has me being a bit more of a decent person, but these were my mistakes, and trust me--i've paid for them, and i'm paying still.
But not in stds or a kid, don't get me wrong. Spiritually. Yeah, that's it. I'm paying for them "spiritually."