I began writing this in 2017 and into 2018 then finished it. I cut off the end and won’t share it publicly because of the sinful situations it contains. However, I feel the rest of the story teaches a very good lesson so that I why I want to share it with the world. It takes place in 2001 and the narrator is loosely based on me, though this never happened to me. That is why it is called “A Teenage Fantasy!”
So, here it is, without further ado:
…Late Spring 2001…
*HOW WE MET*
It’s springtime and school is going to be letting out in just a few weeks.
It’s a bright Saturday afternoon in May and I’m forced to be having a picnic with my family.
What teenager in his right mind wants to do such a thing?
So I hurriedly eat my piece of fried chicken, then go explore the park.
I look around curiously, happy to have to time by myself; something I hardly get.
I walk up and down the sidewalks and ponder life to myself.
Suddenly, I see her. She is sitting on a bench and sobbing.
Despite tears flowing almost profusely from her eyes, I think she is very beautiful.
I have the urge to comfort her, but I don’t know what to say.
However, I know I’ll regret it if I just pass her by.
She’s pleasantly plump and my kind of pretty. I very attracted to her and, naturally, want to make her feel better.
Maybe I could be a friend to her, hopefully though, something more.
My, God, I’m starting to have feelings for her.
Speaking of God, ‘God please give me the courage to talk to her and the wisdom to say the right thing.’
I walk up to her bench and then say, “Hi.”
She looks up and then waves at me.
Awkwardly I stand there.
Finally, I ask her, “May I sit with you?”
She wipes her eyes and then says, “I guess if you want.”
“I think you’re very pretty,” I tell her.
She looks at me and humbly smiles, then says, “Thanks, but you obviously don’t see how fat I am.”
There’s a brief silence but then I continue, “I mean what I said; I think you’re very pretty.”
She smiles even more and says, “You’re so sweet to tell me that.”
“What do you think about me?”
“I think you’re cute, but you seem kind of young.”
“I’m about to be fifteen.”
“I knew you were young, I’m about to be seventeen.”
“I would still like to get to know you if you indeed give me a chance.” I pause then continue, “What are you upset about anyway?”
“My boyfriend dumped me because I started gaining weight.”
“Well, it’s his loss, not yours. I might have just met you, but I know for sure what he did was cruel and not to mention so foolish. You don’t know how I’d be overjoyed to be with someone like you.”
“It’s his fault I started gaining weight too. Since I’m about to turn seventeen, which would make it legal for him to sleep with me in this state, my mom put me on birth control. It was all so he wouldn’t get me pregnant, then I started gaining weight because of the shots and he dumped me.”
“If you give just me a chance, I wouldn’t ever dump you. I’d also be willing to wait however long for you.”
“You’re so sweet. In just a little while, all the girls are going to be after you.”
“But what if I want you instead?”
“Because I think you’re pretty and, I know it’s quick, but I already have feelings for you. Please don’t hurt me and turn me down.” I pause, then continue, “Give me a chance and I will do my best to treat you like a princess.”
“Okay, I’ll give you a chance, now you give me a hug!”
We embrace and she pulls my body close to hers.
I hold her and gently rub her back and sides.
She smiles at me, but her eyes are still wet.
“There’s something I would like to do, but I need your permission first.”
“What is it?”
“I’d like to kiss those tears off your face.”
I begin to gently kiss her eyes and cheeks.
She runs her fingers through my curly hair.
“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” I tell her.
“Is there a way we can keep in touch?” She asks me.
“I can give you my parents’ house number, my AIM screen name, and my ICQ number.”
“Cool beans, I’ll give you mine as well, plus my cell number, but only call it after nine at night,” She says, then takes a Palm Pilot out of her purse and enters my information. Afterward, she writes her information on my arm.”
I then lay on the bench with my head in her lap, staring up at her beautiful face.
We stay there for a while completely lost in time and space.
Finally, I hear my dad shouting my name.
In distress, I tell her, “I have to go now, but I’ll call you or instant message you as soon as I can.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Could I kiss you goodbye?” I humbly ask her.
“Of course. In fact, you better kiss me!”
Our lips meet, then passionately lock.
We kiss again and again until I hear my dad shout my name once more, then I know I have to leave.
“I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she says with a smile and dry eyes.
…A FEW WEEKS PASS, THEN…
*A DREARY SUMMER AFTERNOON*
On a dreary summer afternoon, I find myself home alone. My parents and siblings went run errands and won’t be home for a few hours. So, with that, I get on the phone and call my girlfriend. Yes, she is seventeen and I am only fifteen, but I love her to the moon and back. I think she loves me too or at least that is what I hope. No one in my family knows about this relationship and I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible.
The phone rings only once and then I hear her beautiful voice.
“Hey, you!” She answers with excitement.
“I’m home alone if you want to come over, baby.”
“I would love to come and see you! Let me just get my things and I’ll be right over.”
“I can’t wait for you to hold me again!”
“And I can’t wait to see your cute face again!” She thinks I am cute. I feel like I am on cloud nine when she tells me that.
“It looks like it might rain, so please be careful driving here.”
“You know I will. Now let me hang up so I can come over.”
“All right, baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We hang up and I anxiously await her arrival while standing on my parents’ driveway. I pace up and down like a madman until I finally see her hand me down Jetta Wagon approaching my parents’ house.
I begin to smile from ear to ear as she pulls up.
She parks her car then steps out dressed in a white blouse and a pink skirt. Seeing her dressed like this makes me attracted to her with a hot passion.
We lovingly embrace then kiss with ecstasy. She runs her fingers through my curly hair and I gently caress her porcelain face.
After greeting each other with much affection, she asks, “What would you like to do?”
“We could go walk in the back fields and find a place to lay down look up at the sky and talk.”
“That’s a good idea, it reminds me of a song I heard a while back.”
I give her my hand and say, “Let’s go then.”
We walk through the back fields, looking for a spot to be alone together. Finally, we find the perfect spot situated in the long green grass. She sits down, then cradles my head in her lap. I couldn’t be more content as I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes.
She wraps her legs around me, then says, “You’re mine all mine! I want you forever!”
So, I reply, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, but what do you see in me?”
“You’re cute as can be. You’re so sweet. And I love how you are such a noble person.” She pauses, then asks, “Do you want me forever as well?”
“Yes I most surely do, no one wanted me before I met you, but you did. I’ll always remember that and do everything I can to keep you!” I pause then continue, “It’s not only that though, but you are also so beautiful, more than I ever dreamed. You also give my life meaning. I know there are plenty of guys your age and older who would want to be yours, but you choose me. I feel so honored.”
“None of them would make me feel as special as you do.” She says as she kisses my face.
Suddenly there is a flash of lightning.
We both jump in fear, then rush to her car to wait out the storm…
…ANOTHER DAY OR TWO PASSES, THEN…
My parents found out about my girlfriend a few days ago and their reaction was better than I expected. They accepted her and they even like her. The fact that I am fifteen and she is seventeen didn’t phase my family at all. However, we rarely have any privacy now. It seems that my whole family watches our every move. We lay together on my bed and snuggle each other. The denim overalls and tight baby blue shirt she is wearing hug her body and show all of her curves and features. Seeing her dressed like this drives me wild.
We share a kiss when my brother walks in on us.
“Get out!” I tell him.
“My room too,” He replies.
“Just pretend he isn’t here,” My girlfriend whispers.
We continue to kiss and caress each other.
My brother turns on some vulgar rap music, full blast. My girlfriend and I are appalled at the atrocious lyrics.
We eventually leave the room and go outside.
It’s hot and sunny outside.
We both sit on the glider and talk.
“Your brother is so annoying,” She tells me.
“He definitely is, but I think he’s jealous of me. After all, I have you and you are so beautiful.”
“I don’t see how you think I am beautiful, I think I’m a bit too chubby. Those filthy rap lyrics about big butts really got to me.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on.”
“Oh, I love you so much!”
“And I love you just as much!”
We sweetly rub noses, then she pulls my face into her perky breasts. I feel great comfort in this position.
At that point, my sister walks onto the patio and says, “I’m going to tell mom and dad that y’all are acting lewd.”
“Get a life!” I tell her.
“I have a life but I don’t want to share my room with any baby you might make.”
My girlfriend is now irritated and asks with frustration, “Will we ever have any privacy?”
“We could if my parents would let you drive me to your house.”
“I wish they would.”
“You and I both. There’s so much I want to do with you!”
“And I want to do those things too!”
She then puts her arm around me and rubs my chest.
I look around for just a moment, then I see the empty house on my neighbor’s property, behind to their main one.
“I know where we can be alone.”
“See that little house back there? It’s empty and usually unlocked, we can go in there.”
“Let’s go there, then, but just know, I’d go anywhere if it meant we could be together.”
Hand in hand we cross the property line and enter the empty house.
It’s dark and dusty inside, but at least we now have privacy.
We go into the empty master bedroom and snuggle on the carpet.
She lays down on her back and I lay on top of her. We kiss wildly.
She pulls my face into her breasts once again and giggles saying, “No one can see us here!”
“You don’t know how happy I feel when my face is in your beautiful breasts!”
“You should feel happy because that is where it belongs!”
I then kiss her soft stomach.
“I feel so fat.” She says with a slight depression.
I kiss her stomach again and say, “That’s my fat and I think it is sexy!”
She wraps her arms and legs around me tightly and holds me close to her saying, “You make me feel so loved!”
We both get a very strong urge to become intimately known to each other but are equally afraid of the potential consequences…
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…
We are soon overpowered by our biological urges and quickly forget about the many potential consequences of underage intimacy. She pulls off my shirt and begins to unbutton my cargo pants. I unhook her overalls and pull them down, then I then take off her shirt.
We are now in our undergarments and staring at each other with gentle smiles. We embrace then begin to remove each others’undergarments as well.
Suddenly, we hear the front door unlocking.
My name is bellowed by my busybody neighbor from the other side of my parents’ house. He’s pretty tight with the owners of this house and apparently was watching our every move.
Both of us are extremely nervous now.
“Let’s hide in the closet, he used to beat me when I was younger,” I whisper to my girlfriend.
She nods nervously, then asks, “Do you think he will beat you again?”
“He might even beat you, I’m so sorry I put you in this position,” I reply, soberly.
“It would be worth it if it means we could still lose our virginity to each other,” She answers me softly.
We then grab our clothes and hide behind boxes in the closet.
Quickly we get dressed, by the light of my Garrity Mini Rugged Lite that I keep in my pocket.
We have our clothes on again as we hear my busybody neighbor walking through the house.
My girlfriend and I hold each other tightly, wondering whether we will get caught or not.
We share several kisses as we are somewhat turned on by the fear of getting caught.
We hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom.
Now the bedroom door is opening.
We both tremble, wondering if these containers will keep us concealed.
“I know you’re in here with that girl! And I am going to beat both of your a**es when I find y’all!” My neighbor bellows.
We hear the closet door open.
“Well, *blank* damn, where are they? I saw them come inside this house,” My busybody neighbor says angrily.
My girlfriend begins to tremble so much with fright that the boxes begin to fall and our hiding spot is revealed.
We see my neighbor is holding a thick leather belt in his hands as he says, “Now both of you are going to get it!”
We hold each other tightly with fear as he lashes us with that belt.
I flinch and nash my teeth. My girlfriend shrieks and cries in pain.
He then yanks us out of the closet and shoves us out of the house. He then escorts us to the property line where my parents are about to confront us…
…A WEEK OR TWO PASSES, THEN…
My parents have now forbidden me from seeing her since we got caught in my neighbor’s vacant house.
Because of that cruel decision, my heart feels ripped to shreds and it feels there are a thousand knives in my back.
It’s late at night and I cannot sleep.
I walk to my family computer and log on.
After a few minutes of looking at Expage and ICQ, I hear that all too familiar “uh-oh” sound.
This means I have a private message.
It’s from the girl whom I am so deeply in love with but strictly forbidden to see.
It reads, “Hey. I miss you so much. You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met and my one true wish is that I was holding you in my arms right now. My mom is away on a business trip right now and I have the house to myself. I’m going crazy being in here all alone and being forbidden to see you makes it that much worse.”
“How did your mom react when she found out about us almost doing it?”
“She was okay with it, I mean that is why I am on birth control, to begin with.”
“You know, you are so worth the wait and as soon as I turn eighteen, I’ll run away and stay with you even if it means staying under a bridge.”
“You’re worth the wait too. You have such a sweet heart and you’re so cute.”
“I’m blushing, but it feels wonderful.”
“What are you doing up so late anyway?”
“To tell the truth; I’m thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about you either. In fact, you’re all I think about these days. I wish my parents and extended family could see how happy you make me and that you’re actually good for me, despite what they think.”
“We’re separated by cruel people who just refuse to understand.”
“If only I could get away from them.”
“Maybe you can.”
“Well, maybe we could meet somewhere and I could take you to my mom’s house.”
“I don’t want to say where online, in case the government is watching.”
“Do you have any money on you?”
“Yes. Three ten-dollar bills. I’ve been saving them from doing odd jobs.”
“If you can sneak out, all you have to do it go to a truck stop, buy a phone card and call me from a pay-phone. Don’t say which one online, but I can come to pick you up when you tell me over the phone.”
“Sounds like a plan and a half.”
“That’s such a cute saying, of course, you’re cute already.”
“Okay let me pack my things and try to sneak out.”
“I’ll be waiting on my cell phone.”
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…
I then uninstall ICQ from the family computer to cover my tracks.
Then I grab my duffel bag and pack a few tee shirts underwear and pants, a box cutter and my 4 D cell Maglite for protection. Then I grab my wallet with the three ten-dollar bills and sneak out of the window.
I leave my parents’ yard and begin walking to the nearest truck stop.
I contemplate my life during this long walk, but finally, I’m there.
I go inside and purchase a phone card for a little less than $10.
Then I go to the payphone and place the call to my forbidden girlfriend.
It rings once and then she picks up.
“Hello,” She says in an unsure voice.
“It’s me,” I tell her.
“Hey, you!” She replies with affection.
I state the location of the truck stop over the phone.
“I’m coming right now.”
“I’ll hide so I cannot be seen, but I’ll signal you with my flashlight when I see your car. I blink the light at intervals of two blinks because we’re two years apart.”
“That’s so romantic in its own way. You’re so sweet and thoughtful.”
I hide in the bushes looking out for her Jetta Wagon.
Time crawls by at a snail’s pace.
I’m filled with both anxiety and anticipation.
Finally, I see that Jetta Wagon pulling up.
I remove myself from the bushes, then blink my flashlight while pointing at her windshield.
She slows down.
I blink my flashlight twice again.
She parks next to the bushes and I come to her car.
She rolls down the passenger window and says, “Hop in!”
I stand there and adore her for just a moment as she is dressed in a tight black shirt that hugs all of her beautiful curves and a knee-length black and white skirt that is sexy enough yet modest enough.
“Come on before someone sees us!” She says.
Most gladly I open the door, enter, place my bag and flashlight between my legs, buckle my seatbelt and she drives off into the night as we lovingly hold hands…
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