It is a Friday night, and I am feeling an urge somewhere in my heart. I do not know what I want, but at the same time I do. I dont know if she will be up for it… she should be.. it has been 2 years. I left the house, with her on my mind, not knowing what was going to happen tonight. I walked down 4th avenue, with thoughts running through my head like wild boars. I wanted her. I wanted to be a part of her. I wanted her to be mine. And that is what I am going to do.

I am a 17 year old man. Scratch that, a boy. I am only as much as the world thinks of me, and as of this moment, I am a boy. A boy who has a fiery passion in his heart for the thrill of love. But, I digress. The main reason I am where I am right now is because my heart belongs to a girl named Samantha. She is the reason I breath, the reason I do anything I do. We have been going out for almost two years now. But what confused me the most is that she did not want to have sex. Why? I will never be sure of, but that is not the case tonight. Tonight, she will give it. I know it.

Hey, Babe! She said as she opened the door. I walked into her welcoming arms and gave her a kiss
How are you doing? I herd something happened with your parents. I asked.

I am fine, I guess. My mother has been giving me some shit about the dumbest things. I hate it all. But lets not worry about that tonight, I want to have some fun. You brought the stuff, right? She asked.

Yes. Of course I did. What kind of person would I be if I didnt? I said with a smirk on my face. Little did she know the real emotion behind my face. An urge. A yearning for her.

Samantha was a very, very sexy girl for her age. (15). She had curves for miles, that defined her as a women…a girl. She had stunning blue eyes. The kind that you can get lost in, and never want to be found. Her black hair flowed down her shoulders like strands of silk.