Behind The Veil

The Beginning

I just read someone's status on Facebook and he said, "this is how I get my mind off things." He was referring to his love for photography and his skill of taking pictures. I then said to myself, I love the idea of writing my own story so why not start now. Its quite ironic though that I am here trying to get my story off my mind when at this current moment I will delving into the recesses of my untold chapters. If you saw me now, you couldn't tell that what I am about to share is actually true.
I'm was a smart kid, a little naïve but I was book smart for sure. I had a typical life, I went to school came home and did my thing for a while. When I got to the 10th grade that was when things to a turn for the better or worst, you decide. I met a guy, cliché right, why are men always at the foundation of our demise or hurt? Its just too coincidental, I'm convinced its a conspiracy. So the guy saw me walking, his name I learnt later and so will you. I said to him, why are you looking at me, he smiled and boy that smile melted my heart. I was in love. I walked his way everyday just to see him, just to say something, just to see that smile. Damn he was fine. He was a nice chocolate man, his head was just perfect, he had the cutest little nose and boy his calves, loved them. To me they represented strength and valor. I thought in my naivety that he'd make a great sex partner. We talked for a while until he invited me over. OMG we're gona do it, I'm gonna lose my virginity to this guy, I'm scared, all that was going through my mind. I've never been invited to a guy's home before. What should I say and or do *screams*. The day came and like the secret service I had to move with much discretion. We didn't want anyone to know. So I waited for the coast to clear then when I saw that window of opportunity I went over. My school was just two minutes away. His house was nice. Painted white inside and out, nice little garden and a gate and keep his pit bull in. I went in and immediately my panties got wet. I was juicing up and he hasn't even made a move. The power of the mind. I stood in a corner like a kid being punished. I twirled my fingers in my hands and tapped my foot on the tile. He realized that I was nervous and invited me to sit on his bed. In a low key innocent fragile tone I whimpered, OK. We talked and that got me a little out of my shell. I'm a good conversationer.  Things got heated when he asked if I was afraid of my side. (This is the laziest and oldest trick in the book). I was afraid of my side and so he took advantage of the situation and began to tickle me there. I was squirming and laughing and eventually got closer and closer to his face. I stopped, I looked up and saw the most decadent lips in my view. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I closed my eyes then soon after our lips collided in a big bang, it was magical. I felt his tongue in my mouth and I sucked it. It was such a soft tongue. He was 20 and I was only 16. We fell on the bed, I was on top and he groped my fat ass. Dang that felt good. I wasn't used to this kind of chemistry it made me crazy. He unbuttoned my uniform shirt and pulled my tities from my bra. He looked me dead in the eye then kissed on my stiff breasts. He sucked them so damn good, he even gave me hickies. That was my first time getting them and I was happy. He tried lifting my skirt and I said no. He said, I'm not going to do anything. He pulled the skirt up and pulled my panty down. He kissed it gently, he then used his index finger to massage my clit. It was magical. I was already dripping so he rubbed his finger on my pussy and I moaned and that gave him a rush. His name was Valentino and that was only the beginning.