Sex? People say its wonderful. Beautiful and very pleasurable. Well, maybe today I think that way. When I had my first sexual experience at sixteen though, it was the worst experience of my life then…and even till now.
My father had gotten a very big government contract shortly after my sixteenth birthday and this had enabled us to move from an average family to a wealthy one. I had gone from a public school to a private school to finish my secondary school education. To my parents and my very jovial only brother, that had been the very best move. To me though, it was a terrible move. Although my former school had been a public one, the teachers had been dedicated- very strict and I dare say, much more knowledgeable about my education than my new school. What was worse? I had gone from one of the most popular girls to a nobody in the new private school. Yes, there were some girls and even guys who wanted to hang with me. I felt they were drab and weren’t even better off than I was. I wanted more.
Everyone I wanted to hang with was either the daughter or son of somebody. Senators, ministers, generals, commissioners and all that. My father wasn’t really on the list though we had become very wealthy.
I didn’t like that I was no more the popular girl I used to be. I wanted to be in the clique of the most popular girls and I sought for ways to join their league. They wore different shoes, carried different school bags, wore makeups, sprayed designer perfumes and talked a lot about boys and partying. I couldn’t boast of the last two. Maybe this was the reason I wasn’t as popular to the boys who all seemed to want girlfriends from the top league. Come to think of it, I had won several beauty pageants in my former school. Here though, I felt all the other girls were more beautiful.
One day after classes, I stopped Angel in her tracks. That was a big deal. Angel was a senator’s child and the leader of the top clique of girls. There wasn’t a moment like even then that she wasn’t surrounded by other girls. I had wanted to catch her alone but, it hadn’t been possible so, I had to talk to her anyway.
I told her I wanted to be her friend. I was terribly ashamed of doing so but, I wanted to get in. She had laughed and her friends had joined in. The amusing thing was that she asked me my name. We were in the same class for two months to the day and she hadn’t even known my name! I had obediently told her. After that, she walked away with her friends, not having given me any answer. I had never felt so humiliated. Well, I had tried and decided to put all of that behind me. (more…)