Of love and lust

Me and James were dating for a while now, and we were talking about moving our relationship to the next level for a while. He was 2 years older than me (because I was ahead a year, and he had flunked a year) and had already had some experience with his previous girlfriend. He was super sweet with me and never pressured me to do anything, he knew I would find my own time. We already had gone up till 3 rd  base for a while (I had previous experience in that part), but I really wanted to make a home run. So first I went to a doctor’s appointment because I wanted to be safe. I knew all the information from school and what at that time you called the internet, and I knew I wanted to take the pill. I could never go to my mother about these things. She was really open about everything, but she didn’t take me seriously. Like the time I told her I had my first period and she just laughed and said I was making it up. No, I had learned the hard way that this was something to do on my own. So ...

I want to start at the beginning. I was 14, a sophomore in a new class. My class was small and had only 5 girls. I was the girl next door, you could say. Not the prettiest, but not bad on the eyes either. 2 of the other girls were those that think wearing high heels and make up will get you anywhere. Well, at that time, we all thought so since these things would get you all the boys’ attention, but most of us wouldn’t wear them. I never struggled with boys, at least not in a friendzone way. Guys would always see me as one of their own, and I guess this will have a play in this story. By April I was friends with all my class and I particularly got along with this guy who lived close to me. His name was James. He had hair like an angel, blonde and curly, and amazing green eyes. One of the ‘make up’ girls (the less pretty one) was trying to make a move on him, since her friend was dating his best friend and so she thought this made sense. She didn’t actually like him, she just didn’t want...