I wouldn’t go so far as to say my childhood had been rough, per say. I grew up in a fine family; just bad things seem to of followed us. At a young age, my brother gave me a sex DVD. My sister lost her virginity at 13, and my dad was constantly looking at porn. My mom’s MySpace was filled with messages of sex stories she and her friend created of the famous Gary Levox from Rascal Flatts. So I got involved in the world wide web of porn around 11 myself. At 15 I became a Christian and sworn away all of that. Yet here I am, trickling back the same devious path. I was 17 in this story, and a little firecracker. I wouldn’t say I had the ‘best’ of bodies…well we’ll get there soon enough.

I walked down the hallway after ditching my last class, and called out Olivia from hers. We laughed and went to her house early, and hung around. I had a crush on her for a very long time, but we were both Christian teens and so I quickly squashed the emotions every time possible. It was hard to tell, because I would bring up my two friends who were together, and she would flip. But we would be lying on the floor together and she would start to rub my arm and I’d think ‘This is it!’ only to just have it be a friend thing. So I tried to keep my thoughts pure and unwavering from what I should be thinking of.

Olivia’s parents both loved me, and mine loved her. It was always really easy for us to hang out, I was 17 and she was 14. I was a junior in high school. I’m about 5’9” with the classic blonde hair and blue eyes. I was one of the girls that never got hit on however, I was about 180 pounds and I never thought of myself as pretty. What I thought was strange is I had large breasts, D cup and still didn’t get noticed. Just my luck. I go to school, church, and home, for the most part.

Well Olivia and I hung around a lot, and Mom (hers) always treated me nice and would listen to whatever I had to say. Dad (hers) would be very friendly; he always seemed absorbed in his newspaper or whatever. He loved to hunt, and so most often he would tell me stories. He hugged me as I left and always joked around. Mainly though Olivia and I kept to ourselves and Mom and Dad kept to themselves. We were all Christians and I would often steal Olivia from the pew with Mom and Dad and we would sit elsewhere. Her parents were very religious and I respected that.

My own parents were going through a bit of a rough patch, so I stayed clear from them as much as possible. I liked Olivia’s house, she treated me well and she was the only kid left at home, like me.
It was 2nd block and I was in band. I sat next to Olivia; she was about 5’2” and was also classically blond hair and blue eyed. She wasn’t fat, but a tad bigger than me. She had large breasts and toned legs because she ran track and played tennis. Olivia leaned over and whispered to me.
“Hey you want to come over after school today?”

“Oh thank goodness. Yes please! I miss your house. So much nicer than mine.” I said and chuckled. “So much more drama free!”

“Yep, that’s us!” she said, and then we went back to playing.

We got in my car and I drove her to her house, since Olivia was a freshman she was more than thrilled not to have to ride the bus.