The Voice

So I mentioned that friend with the gigantic tits earlier, right? Well, she comes over to my house after school and tells me all about this high school boy she met. He's tall, like really tall. He's built, like really built, he's fine, like really fine, and he's got this...voice.

After figuring out a strategy on how we were gonna meet him, I had to come up with a reason to stay after school. Since JW's aren't allowed to participate in any team sports, I had to really bullshit here. I think I said I was taking extra math or science classes after school. And I think they believed it. Ha ha, the beginnings of the fabled "double-life".

So, there we are, we've stayed after school, we've gone to the store around the corner and picked up candy, chips and soda. I was ready to meet this Adonis. As we boarded the bus, I could feel things shifting. She was never giddy over a boy, but this one was different. Rounding the corner to the back door of the high school, I caught my first look of him, goddamn! I had crushes before, but this dude was like movie star hot to me.

He took the seat in front of us and said....hello. Oh my Jesus lord I think it moved! His voice came from somewhere really really deep. Deeper than the squeaky 12 year olds I was forced to associate with daily. Their voices getting even higher when they let you kick em in the nuts. This guy was a man, and I wanted him badly!

Apparently my career as a double-lifer was succeeding because I began staying after more often with my friend just to see this guy. We exchanged numbers and began talking on the phone every once in a while. I'd be on the late bus just staring at him. He was as pretty as art to me. But I was the kid, he had no interest in me. Especially with boobilicious for a BFF! And then I saw it.

While listening to CeCe Penniston's "Finally" on my walkman, I turned around on the bus and saw him...kissing...her! Never felt jealousy until then. And I hated that feeling. I was so hurt, I was crushed all over again. He got off the bus at his stop and she came up and sat next to me. Before I could even turn to look at her I could hear her. She was in hysterical tears, bawling her eyes out! WTF?

I found out later, through her tears, that he had been her first kiss. He was a little more touchy than she was ready for, and he basically freaked her out. I was sad for my friend, but goddammit if I wasn't intrigued! I'm a sick little bitch ain't I?

She didn't have any reason to stay after school anymore, but I sure did. The Voice was still running track and getting on that famed late bus. And I was there to see him. I could always feel my heart flutter as we came around to the back entrance of the high school. There he was, and he just got hotter and hotter.

We sat on the bus and talked a lot. We talked on the phone, and I just wanted to find out what those gorgeous lips felt like. It happened one day, and it was everything I thought it could be. A sweet little kiss on the back of the bus. Delicious.

But where was the gropey hands I had heard about, the under the shirt, the down the jeans? Where was this freak-Adonis I was promised? Can you believe I was actually upset? Was I going to have to say something? What was it she did to get him to go for the gold? Oh wait, she had bigger tits. Damn.

Despite the fact that we were basically friends that had kissed a couple times, we were still the targets. Those rumor mills started up again and our names were all over the place. Allegedly, he and I fucked in the lower gym of my junior high. This rumor haunted me for the rest of my time in the burbs. At one point it was so bad that the late bus driver actually pulled over and asked us, in front of a full bus, if the rumor was true. We denied it, she called the whole thing a wash, I was mortified!

The great thing about school is that in the summer you don't have to go. This rumor had plagued me all spring and until the end of the school year. Thankfully it was over, and I returned to the normality of my life, whatever that was.

The Voice and I spoke on the phone several times during that summer. I loved his voice. But I was a kid, didn't know any better, and there was something else happening...it was a real beginning.