Friday, June 30, 2006
The Story Of Badboy Part Two
Listening to Adagio For Strings by Tiesto, I remember.
Ask and ye shall recieve! My memory has had a few gaping holes blown into it as during this time I was drinking a LOT.
I'm the type of person who doesn't really KNOW anything about my bfs. I learn the way they kiss and I know what they like to do, but I never find out facts, like birthdays and addresses, for a long time. When I first dated Badboy, it was a few months before my 15th birthday. I thought I had an older man, one who could drive and could buy me alcohol, and at my age, well, it's like having the Holy Grail delivered to you by Brad Pitt. For a few days, we just drove around or hung out at Doris's house, occasionally nipping out to get vodka or beer, but mostly relaxing together, always touching or kissing, pretending we were the only people in the world. I saw no one but him. Of course, Doris loved it, her best mate making her cousin happy, her cousin who could buy alcohol.
Until I asked Badboy when he got his driving licence. He grinned at Doris, who was sprawled out in the back seat with her bottle of voddy clutched in one hand. Doris looks at me like I'm a complete moron. 'Sam, he's only 16'. I start having a heart attack, invisioning all the trouble I'm going to get into. 'Babes, chill' Badboy smiles at me (he has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, bad teeth and all) 'If the pigs ask, just say you didn't know, ok?' Thus started the 'I didn't know, Officer' lie, which would become very useful later on.
I met his mates. The meanest, leanest mother fuckers I have ever met in my life. I used to spend my free time reading, you could add all their IQs together and you wouldn't make mine. They all fought, drank and were in and out of the legal system like a yo yo. Prison was a joke. Why be scared? You'll be out in 6 months. Need to smuggle in some pot? Just put it in a condom, swallow and le voila. Slowly I learned the tricks of the trade.
His friends made me uncomfortable. I knew I didn't fit in, I felt like a toddler at a dinner party, completely unwanted and looked down upon. I mean, I had a pretty rough childhood but I wasn't streetwise like them. I used to hate sitting in their flats, smoking pot and drinking beer, the whole time on edge. To this day, I don't like weed. I just don't. Drinking was good though. I managed to make drinking into a fine art.
So we drove round in Badboy's car, which were bought and sold for a tenner a time, just keep them on the back roads and don't let the police see you. I felt cool. I felt invincible. Drinking my vodka neat from the bottle, driving round, pulling up in front of my mates, ohhh yeah baby.
*WARNING, NAUGHTY STUFF*
I remember one time, he took me up to a secluded spot where his mates used to hang out, swapping cars, selling weed, getting pissed, so we could have a little alone time. Doris was passed out in the back seat, a little too much partying had gone to her head and she passed out. Badboy and I started making out, getting hot and heavy, we were both virgins, fumbling around. He unbuttoned my jeans, and well, you know. I unbuttoned his, and gave him his first blowjob, also the first time I'd given one. We would have gone all the way, regardless of my best friend, his cousin, knocked out on the backseat, but, as always a but, his friends turn up. My shirt is undone, my bra open (it was a frontsy *grins*), him with a raging erection and me, face down in his lap. Glaring headlights make me jump up, we're both trying to stuff ourselves back into our clothes, with guilty grins on our faces. His mate comes banging on the window, 'Haha, caught you mate, you looked like you was enjoying that! She that good is she?' I laughed for weeks. Especially when we told Doris. She still tells that story, she thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.
After that night, it appeared Badboy had marked me as his. He was completely in love with me, and although I loved him, I wasn't THAT WAY. I've never been THAT WAY. After a while, seeing each other all the time, phoning each other every night, it freaked me out. And I bolted. He seemed so jealous, so possessive, it freaked me out, but according to my friends, all guys were like that so I'd have to live with it.
When I told him it was over, he flipped. I thought he must really have cared. I kept his number on speed deal, though I never phoned, and wrote him a thousand txt messages but never sent them. But I was young, free and single now, so lets have a laugh!
To tell this right, I'm going to have to tell you about Toyboy. He becomes important.
Can't wait to hear about Toyboy!
I love your stories...we need to write a screenplay about your life, Sam.
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Ask and ye shall recieve! My memory has had a few gaping holes blown into it as during this time I was drinking a LOT.
I'm the type of person who doesn't really KNOW anything about my bfs. I learn the way they kiss and I know what they like to do, but I never find out facts, like birthdays and addresses, for a long time. When I first dated Badboy, it was a few months before my 15th birthday. I thought I had an older man, one who could drive and could buy me alcohol, and at my age, well, it's like having the Holy Grail delivered to you by Brad Pitt. For a few days, we just drove around or hung out at Doris's house, occasionally nipping out to get vodka or beer, but mostly relaxing together, always touching or kissing, pretending we were the only people in the world. I saw no one but him. Of course, Doris loved it, her best mate making her cousin happy, her cousin who could buy alcohol.
Until I asked Badboy when he got his driving licence. He grinned at Doris, who was sprawled out in the back seat with her bottle of voddy clutched in one hand. Doris looks at me like I'm a complete moron. 'Sam, he's only 16'. I start having a heart attack, invisioning all the trouble I'm going to get into. 'Babes, chill' Badboy smiles at me (he has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, bad teeth and all) 'If the pigs ask, just say you didn't know, ok?' Thus started the 'I didn't know, Officer' lie, which would become very useful later on.
I met his mates. The meanest, leanest mother fuckers I have ever met in my life. I used to spend my free time reading, you could add all their IQs together and you wouldn't make mine. They all fought, drank and were in and out of the legal system like a yo yo. Prison was a joke. Why be scared? You'll be out in 6 months. Need to smuggle in some pot? Just put it in a condom, swallow and le voila. Slowly I learned the tricks of the trade.
His friends made me uncomfortable. I knew I didn't fit in, I felt like a toddler at a dinner party, completely unwanted and looked down upon. I mean, I had a pretty rough childhood but I wasn't streetwise like them. I used to hate sitting in their flats, smoking pot and drinking beer, the whole time on edge. To this day, I don't like weed. I just don't. Drinking was good though. I managed to make drinking into a fine art.
So we drove round in Badboy's car, which were bought and sold for a tenner a time, just keep them on the back roads and don't let the police see you. I felt cool. I felt invincible. Drinking my vodka neat from the bottle, driving round, pulling up in front of my mates, ohhh yeah baby.
*WARNING, NAUGHTY STUFF*
I remember one time, he took me up to a secluded spot where his mates used to hang out, swapping cars, selling weed, getting pissed, so we could have a little alone time. Doris was passed out in the back seat, a little too much partying had gone to her head and she passed out. Badboy and I started making out, getting hot and heavy, we were both virgins, fumbling around. He unbuttoned my jeans, and well, you know. I unbuttoned his, and gave him his first blowjob, also the first time I'd given one. We would have gone all the way, regardless of my best friend, his cousin, knocked out on the backseat, but, as always a but, his friends turn up. My shirt is undone, my bra open (it was a frontsy *grins*), him with a raging erection and me, face down in his lap. Glaring headlights make me jump up, we're both trying to stuff ourselves back into our clothes, with guilty grins on our faces. His mate comes banging on the window, 'Haha, caught you mate, you looked like you was enjoying that! She that good is she?' I laughed for weeks. Especially when we told Doris. She still tells that story, she thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.
After that night, it appeared Badboy had marked me as his. He was completely in love with me, and although I loved him, I wasn't THAT WAY. I've never been THAT WAY. After a while, seeing each other all the time, phoning each other every night, it freaked me out. And I bolted. He seemed so jealous, so possessive, it freaked me out, but according to my friends, all guys were like that so I'd have to live with it.
When I told him it was over, he flipped. I thought he must really have cared. I kept his number on speed deal, though I never phoned, and wrote him a thousand txt messages but never sent them. But I was young, free and single now, so lets have a laugh!
To tell this right, I'm going to have to tell you about Toyboy. He becomes important.
Labels: Badboy, Reminiscing
Can't wait to hear about Toyboy!
I love your stories...we need to write a screenplay about your life, Sam.
Post a Comment
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