I was 18 when I fell in love with my best friend. His name was Tony and we'd known each other since we were 5. And I wanted him from the first moment I met him. Yes, at five I knew what sex was, and it took me 13 years to get it. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time I was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale's house, and my parents had put a mattress in the back of their pickup to sleep on while we were at Dale's. The mattress fit in the truckbed perfectly. And fortunately for me, they left it in the truck when we all went to the bowling alley. I was nervous as I went to the bowling alley, being a virgin and quite unsure of what to expect.
I found Tony in our usual spot, behind the lockers on a bench. He started kissing me, before I could tell him my plan. I had to practically shove him off me, and that wasn't exactly easy, he was a big man. Once I got him to let me go, I whispered in his ear. "Meet me at my parents truck." I went first, waiting for my Dad to bowl, and my Mom to start her usual gossiping. It didn't take long though, and I snuck out the front door without being spotted. Tony followed a few minutes later, and we met up in the truck. I was wearing a denim skirt, which I easily shimmied out of, and my thong, the black pair with the bow Tony loved to caress. I left my top on, in case I might have to make a quick exit. Tony was pantless in one fluid motion, and he climbed on top of me. His hand found my breast, and he rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped, and his mouth clamped on mine, his tongue finding mine. I was burning up inside for him. And he knew it.
"You'd better be quick about it, I don't know how long my mother will be distracted." I said sadly. How I did not want this to end.