In my previous post, I mentioned playing ping pong with an old friend from childhood. Chris. Now I simply must take the time to explain how this good friend betrayed me. And how I will never forgive him.
In 9th grade a new girl moved to town. Kristen. Let’s just say she was good looking…which would motivate me to ride my bike a few miles over to her neighborhood to hang out with her.
One afternoon, after hanging out with her, Chris and a few others, Kristen’s father came outside and demanded she come in the house for dinner. I picked up my bike and prepared to leave. She looked right in my eyes and told me to call her later. Mere milliseconds after that, her tongue was in my mouth. I would rank it as possibly my first real kiss. I loved it…because I was 14 years old and horny as hell. Her father, who was standing a very short distance away, was not so thrilled.
I rode home with a very big smile on my face.
After another phone conversation later that night, I was determined to see her again as soon as humanly possible. She suggested we sneak out sometime after midnight. Yes. I would gladly do that.
I successfully snuck out of the house and rode my bike through the chilly night. The actual meeting was something of a letdown, as I remember only getting to kiss her briefly. I eventually went home and made it back into my bedroom by using the fence to get on the roof of the garage and climb back through my window. I thought it had been a successful mission.
Somehow, I got caught. One of the very few times my parents caught me doing anything*. Don’t get me wrong, I did quite a lot of illicit things…but this was one of the only times they got me for it.
The resulting punishment was a week of grounding. Total bullshit. This, however, is where Chris rejoins the story.
He had seen Kristen’s ambitious tongue move on me. He knew she was a ball of hormones. You see where this is going. While I was on house arrest, he took the opportunity to hang out with her pretty much every day. And, sure enough, this led to things. Nothing terrible, we were good kids, but there was still something I don’t feel comfortable relating in mixed company. Something that should have involved me and the girl I liked.
He claims that she sat on his lap and initiated the encounter. While I do know she was horny, as evidenced by her move on me, I’m still not ready to forgive him. He should have shown the moral fortitude to say, “No, I will not stick my hand down your pants and touch the vagina that my good friend Michael was hoping to be familiar with at some point during the next few weeks of juvenile dating.” That’s what he should have said.
*After I turned 16, they would simply ask what time I had come in the night before. I would adjust my answer by anywhere from 2 to 6 hours and they never questioned me. Trust is a good thing.