Slut. Bitch. Whore. Those are a few of the colorful names that I had become accustomed to when I was 15, the year I lost my virginity. It happened once and it just kept happening. With different guys. Why should I stop? It felt good, it was fun, what's wrong with that?
*5 years ago*
As Dyl and I walk home from school I add a name to the list of boys that have gotten in my pants. The list has gotten pretty long. 10 or 15 people?
Dylan groans and says "Car-bear, slow down! You have so much time for this." I giggle and he bumps my shoulder.
"Speaking of... How far have you gotten with Megan?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Megan and Dylan have been dating for about a month now. I couldn't be more proud of my baby! His first kiss was a dare when we were 13 and this was his first real girlfriend. He finally grew a pair and asked her out after weeks of my relentless taunting.
"That's between me and her." He answers.
"And me, obviously. Now spill." I demand.
"Not far..."
"Dyl-Pickle.... You better tell me right now, young man." He mumbles something.
"I'm sorry, what?" I say sassily.
"Just feeling up." He says as he blushes.
"Hells yeah, Dyl!!" I cheer and he blushes more as I give him a slap on the butt and crack up. I sprint home, Dylan trailing at my heels.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
Romance"They say when you're dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for me, it was a few good memories, but also my biggest regrets. And as the plane crashes down I can only think of one thing, him and how much I fucked up. Before I get into...
