Alpha III

Time passed and our little romance was becoming apparent to folks. Some thought it was simple harmless puppy love and let it be at that. Others thought it was a threat to the congregation and seemingly made it their mission to stop it. Jeesh, get a life people!

One brother from the congregation took a particular interest in me, my relationship with Alpha and how it was a huge problem. See, this Brother, as I will refer to him, happened to believe that he was the son of God, that I was to be his bride and that we would together rule the earth. I'm not shitting you. He was legit schizophrenic. You must understand that the Brother was in his mid 30's, a Ministerial Servant in the congregation which is like one rung down from Elder and my father's best friend. He lived around the corner from us and was at my house about 4x a week or more. Originally from the tough streets of Jamaica, Queens, NY he stood 6' 6", was basically solid muscle head to toe and trained in martial arts. With the exception of his Coke Bottle glasses and, well, being insane, he would have been a great catch for one of the sisters in the congregation. He was well respected and was encouraged to motivate the youth of our congregation. In essence, our church allowed us to be supervised by a certifiably insane person, and they were ok with that, he was a "role model". Yeah...wrap your brain around that.
While the Brother tried his damndest to stop things between us, even his best efforts in masking his coo coo and allegedly trying to "shepherd" me, Alpha and I made a way. I remember the day like it was yesterday. And with the amount of damage I've done to my brain, that's saying something!
We had a few brushes with going all the way, but they didnt pan out. Either he or I would chicken out or it would be too late in the day and one of our parents would be home soon. (Why my dad took a job that let out at 3:30 I now understand!)
But then there was the day it all changed. I had on my usual baggy jeans, probably a turtleneck and socks, but it was what was underneath that was the shocker. Black silk and lace trimmed string bikinis and a lace black bra. Oh yeah, I knew what I was doing. He was sweet, gentle and incredible. It was about 3:32 pm when he entered me for the first time. He was nervous, but managed to hide it well enough from me at the time. It didn't last forever but I know that I writhed with pleasure at the feeling of him being inside of me and our bodies so close. It was extacy. I was 14, a freshman at Newton North High School and it was a Wednesday...I couldn't go back to school tomorrow! I was a woman now.
When it was over, he asked me repeatedly if I was ok. I assured him I was fine and saw him to the door. Phenomenal.
He later told me (I mean years later) that when he got home he sat in his back fire escape for what seemed like hours. His dad came out and asked if he was ok. I think his dad knew what had happened somehow. Fathers intuition perhaps. Knowing that he was so concerned about me and what this all meant for us makes him even more of a sweetheart.
Our romps became more frequent, more passionate and more adventurous, but I'll save all that for my next book...you get the gist.

Back to This Bloggy Thing...

So it has been a couple of years since I last checked in here and there have been a whole lot of developments, but I think it best for me to just pick up where I left off and then move forward to the present. Makes sense right? If I am to turn this into a book one day, there should be some chronological order, no? Ok, so back to the story (or my life, if you will). Now where was I? Oh, yes, Alpha and I were just about to...

Alpha II

After the kiss, I prety much started planning the wedding and picking out china patterns. I still had to finish Junior High, but I thought I could sneak a wedding in sometime after dance classes.



I was smitten, and I think he was too. We devised a communication schedule that I think was originally used by the KGB that consisted of planned calls when his parents weren't home, pager messages, and the notes. Oh my god I just remembered the NOTES!!!



We would spend hours pouring over these sheets of college ruled paper from our school notebooks. Writing our deepest thoughts like "math class sucks", "you looked so cute in your suit on Sunday", and "2Getha 4Eva". Then with the skill of a master oragamist, we would fold them into little squares and write our initials on the outsides. At the next JW meeting, we would pass them to eachother through his sister or my BFF. I hid them and would read them over and over once I got home. Oh god I was so in love.



Those outings got more frequent and I was even allowed to go to the occasional "gathering" that the JW's would throw. We didn't have holidays and weren't allowed to go to proms or dances, so we'd have to make up reasons to get together and socialize. It was the closest to normal social activity as we could get. But, no dancing in couples unless you were married, no booze (because most JW's drink at home), and no flirting. Did that stop us? Hell no!



We could sneak like the best of em, and I would do anything for a few minutes alone with Alpha. That meant a couple minutes to touch him, kiss him and get his cologne on my skin. Yeah, cheesy as it was, I needed that from him.



There was also the sunday afternoon rip to the park. All the boys would play basketball or touch football and all the girls would sit on the bleachers and gossip. He had this jersey, a #42 Raiders jersey that I secretly coveted. How would I get that Lott jersey? I had to devise a plan.



The group that was at the park usually didn't include anyone that would disclose any of the little flirtations that would go on there. We could let our guard down just a little bit. He and I would sit on the bleachers and smooch, walk to the pizza shop and hold hands, silly stuff. I was a kid, and I knew he was waiting for me to just say yes. He had fucked before, I had never had sex willingly. Was he going to be my first?



According to the religeon, I was supposed to wait until marriage to have sex. He was going to be my husband, and I was almost grown. It had been nearly two years of us sneaking to movies to get to third base. I had to find out what this was going to feel like at some point. And since we were destined to be married and have good little christian children, I could have sex with him guilt free, right? But when and how. The logistics of us fooling around were mind boggling. But I was the best double-lifer there was. I could work this out, I had to.