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.