You weren’t my first, but you were my first to that level. You had a great athletically-toned body (we were only 16, so I guess that’s the way it should be). I was fascinated that you ditch hanging out with the older boys to hang out with me. When you first entered into my camping tent, I was ready for something to happen like I had read about in magazines… … this wouldn’t be something so miniscule though, instead, you left me wanting in ways I had never known.

When we first met, you ignored me because you thought I was cute and I ignored you because, well, you were a raving bitch. I was warned about you, but I wouldn’t listen. After others were ignoring you, you got a little jealous that you weren’t getting proper attention, which would eventually put you into my camping tent in the early morning and would keep you by my side until I left after the weekend.

Though you were beautiful and sexy, that was just the opinion of a horny sixteen-year-old boy; was only until I learned about the evil and wrong ways of the ginger (sorry JJW, you know I’m aware these days).

Because of the conditions and situation in which we met, it was obvious that there was not going to be a long term relationship. Though we would attend the same school for almost our entire senior year of high school, I eventually will upset you by accidentally making you jealous.

As for the life changing morning while camping…. fully clothed, you entered into the pup-tent where I was starting to awaken, where my friend Jeff E was still sleeping. You unzipped my sleeping bag, rolled in, zipped it up, and then turning your back into me you butted up against me. My nervousness kept me from making any movements, though my heart was beating strongly enough that you probably felt it against your back. Then you rolled over, grabbed my hand without saying a word, and placed it under your shirt where you were most perkily not wearing a bra. It was F’ing awesome! You were perfectly top balanced and anyone could C see that.

I didn’t move. Statue-still.

After a minute of my being unsure what to do, you decided to help me by guiding my hand around your breasts, shoulders, flat stomach, and back to your chest. That tent visit only probably lasted for 10-15 minutes before your father decided to attempt knocking, then call for you to exit the tent and rejoin the group.

When you left the tent, I was speechless and in awe and beyond infatuated with you. Of course, my tent co-camper didn’t find it as lovely, I don’t recall his statement word-for-word, but I think it was something about odd feelings.

After our playing games including chess, cards, Connect-4, and anything else we could do in order to be within touching distance of each other, our weekend would eventually come to an end. We would see each other a few more times, talk on the phone many times, and meet at your house before you moved to the same city I lived in.

We had some great times together.

I know life was difficult for you when you moved, you didn’t need to be like you were.

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE
You did NOT age well. I’m so sorry for you. I would never have guessed that the track-and-field girl that had that incredible body would turn into a that of a small semi-deflated hot air balloon. I’m no catch, never have been, never will be…. but at least I can see my feet