I was so glad when he had asked me out. I felt that my world had changed. An older guy. He was seventeen, I was fifteen. For a couple of months, everything was very ‘easy-going’. We held hands, we made out some and it was just the perfect teenage relationship.

About eight months into our relationship, we went to this nearby pizza parlor. We were their for about an hour, joking around, talking and all the rest. His house was about a ten minute walk from the pizza parlor. My parents let me go to his house, only because they thought it was an innocent relationship. They had never expected me to.. you know.. do it with him. And honestly, I never expected me to either.

When we got to his place, we discovered that his parents weren’t home. He had remembered later on that they were going out to dinner, it was a Friday night after all. It was about 5:30pm, and because my parents trusted me, I didn’t have to be home until 7:00pm. After ten minutes of looking for something to watch on t.v, we decided that there was nothing good to watch.
Now, you have two teens, with a strong physical attraction to each other. And their hormones are running, and they have nothing to do.
You know the rest.

“So, Rach..” he said quietly, “what do you wanna do?”
He seemed quiter than usual.