True Confession
Swirly’s First Time … Part 2 of 2
Background Info
As I read Maizie’s blog Thursday morning, I was reminded of the first time I had sex with Jason, now the “Evil Ex”. Part one can be found here.
Going To the Big House
We walked the four blocks down to the Liberty Police Station. I was mortified. I looked like I had been rode hard and hung out to dry. Oh wait …
We went in to talk to the police. Steve was in the lobby with the old couple. Jason left me there and went into a small room with Steve and an officer.I got to sit outside in the lobby with the old folks while they stared holes through me and my matted hair. No reading material around, nothing to do … except avoid eye contact. I was so embarrassed and ashamed and what the hell was going on there, anyway?
Jason came wondering out of the back with a smug Steve and an overweight cop in a uniform that was bursting at the seams. Officer Humpty Dumpty told us that we were free to go and we gave Steve his car keys back. Steve left with the old couple, whom I later found out, were his parents.
Steve had reported the car stolen because they came by the bar, saw him and no car and demanded to know where it was. He panicked and said that we stole it. Humpty Dumpty was one of Steve’s friends and made it all seem real for the folks, but admitted that he didn’t really file a report and that we were never really in trouble. Not that it consoled my bladder at that point, though.
Leaving on a Jet Plane …
We were supposed to meet Ryan at a particular gas station in town so that he could pick me and take me back home from “our date”. We waited outside in the sun for at least half an hour after the designated time. Ryan was a no-show. Even though I had given him $20 to do this, he still was a no show. We went inside to wait. We started playing a video game, “Racing USA” or something to that effect, I think.
About ten minutes into the game, Ryan’s car whips in and out of the parking lot in one fluid motion. He drove off. My jaw dropped and I ran out into the parking lot yelling and waving madly. He drove away. I chased him for a block and lost sight. He was headed home.
I walked back crying my eyes out. This was all going horribly wrong. I was hot, dirty, “not-so-fresh” feeling, sweaty, tired and walking like John Wayne. Jason called one of his buddies, Mike, whom I had never met, and we got a ride to his friend Earl’s house to decided what to do.
More Travel For Our Heroes
Mike pulled up with his lowered black truck, bass vibrating the entire frame of the vehicle. We had to sit in the bed of the truck for the ten-minute drive to Earl’s place. Jason and I didn’t want to take a chance of being seen by his parent, so we lay down in the back of the truck and held onto each other for dear life.
Let me add here that Mike could not drive for shit. He was swerving all over the road, speeding like mad and slamming on brakes. The music was vibrating us and giving me a severe headache. Also, whenever Mike hit the brakes, our heads hit the top of the truck bed. I had several knots of my head by the time we got to Earl’s. Jason had one more knot on his head did I, however. The dumb ass had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to have sex while we were back there.
Upon our arrival at Earl’s, we called Ryan at his house to see if he would come back to pick me up. No answer. Jason decided to have Mike, DJ Slam-A-Lot, take me to Ryan’s house. Hopefully there we could find Ryan and get him to take me home to keep up the appearance of our date facade.
On The Road Again
Mike drove the twenty minutes to Ryan’s house. That seemed like the longest ride anywhere that I had ever experienced. I didn’t know anything about this guy other than the fact that he had nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon that drive nappy headed promiscuous teenagers around in the Base-Mobile. Neither of us spoke a word outside of my obligation to give him directions.
We neared Ryan’s house and there was no one to be found. Mike asked me what we should do. I decided to go meet my punishment and to let this bloody horrible day be over with. I told him to take me home. His instructions were to drop me off and drive away as quickly as possible.
I struggled with my hair and tried to make myself somewhat presentable. As soon as my house was in sight, I saw my step-dad on the front porch. I almost told Mike to keep driving, but I knew I had to go home eventually. I had him drop me off at the road.
To Add Insult To Injury
My parents asked what had happened to Ryan and his Buick. Who was this guy that dropped me off and why did I look so horrible? I sighed and walked past them. I took a shower and came back out to get my sentence. I was grounded for three months for not explaining anything. I didn’t argue with them. I still think it would have been worse if I told them the truth.
Where Are They Now?
After four year of dating, a year of co-habitation, and two years of marriage – I left Jason. He is living in Greensboro now with his new girlfriend. Their first time was not in a corn field and not nearly as brief as ours was, but he is still trying to get to the “point of satisfaction” with her.
Liberty still has Earl and Mike as inhabitants. They are still fairly close to where they were at the time of this story. Mike even has the same truck.
Steve is in jail for rape and car theft. His parents, the Old Couple, are still in Liberty and head up the real estate business there. They rented Jason and I our apartment for our three years of co-occupancy. I could never bring myself to find out if they remembered us as the “car thieves”. As picky as they were about renting to people, I’m guessing that they didn’t.
Officer Humpty Dumpty was fired from the force for misconduct and had a brief stint as a fire fighter. He now works in a furniture factory, in, you guessed it … Liberty.
Ryan is living in Greensboro now but is still a goober.
