Friday, June 30, 2006
The Story of Toyboy
Shortly after breaking up with Badboy, I started to hang round with other people than Doris. Not that we fell out, it was mostly because I'm not with her cousin, we couldn't drink as much, or go out driving, so she went clubbing whilst I hung around with Fat Fuck. You may remember Fat Fuck from a previous post, he was the guy who yelled abuse at me on my birthday. Anyway, one night, me and FF are just sitting on the bench at the bottom of my road, smoking our filthy cigerettes as he rants about another great injustice done to him. Then, walking across the field, is a tall, black haired boy I've never seen before. I'm just nodding along to FF whilst watching my new mystery man, until FF notices him.
He calls him over and introduces him to me, I accidently touch his arm and a volt of sparks shoot up my arm. He had wild black hair, blue blue eyes and chipped black nail varnish. That was the closest I have ever been to swooning. I sat on the floor, just rummaging through my bag, too shy to say anything, but I keep catching his eye. Fumble, smile, blush, fumble, smile, blush. FF twigs to what's going on. 'Come sit on the bench Sam, you'll get a numb arse sitting on the floor'. I get up and balance on the end of the bench, next to Toyboy. All of a sudden, he snatches my bag. 'You seem really interested in this, what's in it, hmmm?' as I playfully shove him and 'accidently' touch him. We're both flirting like crazy now, then we have 'that' touch and we're kissing. How can I phrase this right? Ohhhh myyyyyyyyy Gooooodddd. One minute we're just play fighting, the next, I'm experiencing the most passionate kiss of my life. My stomach is so full of butterflies, I could float away. Every touch from him was electric. *sighs*
When we do manage to break away, he invites me down to his house. Unluckly, FF took the invitation to include him as well and we all troop down, Toyboy and I holding hands, like it was meant to be. We sit in his room, FF being nosy and going through his stuff, Toyboy looking like he just wants him to leave, and I'm trying to get to know him better. And then I find out.
He's 13.
Shhiiiiit, are you fucking kidding me? Why am I so bad at judging ages? But I find out his birthday is 3 days after mine, I'm only 1 year older and he's just so cute and yuuuuum, oh fuck it, I want him, he's pretty and he should be mine to play with. We try to continue talking but we're slowly edging towards each other again and then I'm sitting on his lap, kissing him.
At this point, FF finds a camera and decides to make a record of this joyous occasion. I wonder if he still has those photos? I remember when he showed them to me, I loved them so much, I wish he'd given them to me.
We had a good relationship, lasting a few months. But then FF ruined it. He lied and stirred shit, turning everyone against my baby, even me. I did the right thing, I chose my friend over my man, right? Wrong, my friend LIED. He didn't want me having a bf, took too much time away from HIM. That malicious fuck. Toyboy and I were friends though.
Then, 8 days before I turned 15, I became tired of being a virgin. All work and no play did indeed make Sam a dull girl. So I went to a guy I knew who loved virgins, we had sex in his friend's bed (3 times that day. I reeeaaly liked it :) ) and that was that. Problem solved. I had no feelings for this guy, he was very attractive but that was it. I don't regret doing it that way, it was the perfect soloution.
I met and dated G. A complete arse who cheated on me constantly but I stayed for a few weeks, took him to bed and then never saw him again. Once again, my decision. BTW, he had the BIGGEST thing ever and it was awful. I remember passing out halfway through from all the alcohol and him carrying on. Oh well.
The next week, I went to the local baby club (baby nightclub that is) and Toyboy was there. He had cut his hair, wasn't a goth anymore, but he was still wonderful. We flirted all night, touching, but never kissing, and I thought of him all night. The next day, I made a friend ring him and agree to meet me at the first place we met the next day. When I turned up, bottle of vodka in my bag and my tightest jeans on, it was only a short while before we kissed. We caught up on each others lives, drinking and smoking ( I found out a few days later from his friend that he didn't drink OR smoke, but he would with me) and I was pretty much his.
We met up all the time, just sat in his room with friends, kissing, flirting, talking. I stole his boxers once, from his drawer. I still have them :). We had a fantastic relationship. I remember everyday filled with sunshine, even when it rained. I loved him so much. It continued this way for about 2 months.
Then Badboy phoned.
Sam Sorry I have not been commenting here lately in this journal, please know that I am reading it, I just get to doing ten million things at once and loose track of what I have done and what I still need to do, and I read a whole bunch of your entries at once then had to run out the door so I did not have time to leave a comment but I promise that I read them all! :)
Funny story by the way ....
I can't wait to hear more ...
I hope evrything is going better for you!
Love ya girl!
Hi! Thanks for stopping over at my blog and for your comment - when I'm updating my blogroll I shall pop you on it too. Will come back when I have more time to read...
CB x
Whoa! Excellent writing...you had me glued to every word the entire post.
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He calls him over and introduces him to me, I accidently touch his arm and a volt of sparks shoot up my arm. He had wild black hair, blue blue eyes and chipped black nail varnish. That was the closest I have ever been to swooning. I sat on the floor, just rummaging through my bag, too shy to say anything, but I keep catching his eye. Fumble, smile, blush, fumble, smile, blush. FF twigs to what's going on. 'Come sit on the bench Sam, you'll get a numb arse sitting on the floor'. I get up and balance on the end of the bench, next to Toyboy. All of a sudden, he snatches my bag. 'You seem really interested in this, what's in it, hmmm?' as I playfully shove him and 'accidently' touch him. We're both flirting like crazy now, then we have 'that' touch and we're kissing. How can I phrase this right? Ohhhh myyyyyyyyy Gooooodddd. One minute we're just play fighting, the next, I'm experiencing the most passionate kiss of my life. My stomach is so full of butterflies, I could float away. Every touch from him was electric. *sighs*
When we do manage to break away, he invites me down to his house. Unluckly, FF took the invitation to include him as well and we all troop down, Toyboy and I holding hands, like it was meant to be. We sit in his room, FF being nosy and going through his stuff, Toyboy looking like he just wants him to leave, and I'm trying to get to know him better. And then I find out.
He's 13.
Shhiiiiit, are you fucking kidding me? Why am I so bad at judging ages? But I find out his birthday is 3 days after mine, I'm only 1 year older and he's just so cute and yuuuuum, oh fuck it, I want him, he's pretty and he should be mine to play with. We try to continue talking but we're slowly edging towards each other again and then I'm sitting on his lap, kissing him.
At this point, FF finds a camera and decides to make a record of this joyous occasion. I wonder if he still has those photos? I remember when he showed them to me, I loved them so much, I wish he'd given them to me.
We had a good relationship, lasting a few months. But then FF ruined it. He lied and stirred shit, turning everyone against my baby, even me. I did the right thing, I chose my friend over my man, right? Wrong, my friend LIED. He didn't want me having a bf, took too much time away from HIM. That malicious fuck. Toyboy and I were friends though.
Then, 8 days before I turned 15, I became tired of being a virgin. All work and no play did indeed make Sam a dull girl. So I went to a guy I knew who loved virgins, we had sex in his friend's bed (3 times that day. I reeeaaly liked it :) ) and that was that. Problem solved. I had no feelings for this guy, he was very attractive but that was it. I don't regret doing it that way, it was the perfect soloution.
I met and dated G. A complete arse who cheated on me constantly but I stayed for a few weeks, took him to bed and then never saw him again. Once again, my decision. BTW, he had the BIGGEST thing ever and it was awful. I remember passing out halfway through from all the alcohol and him carrying on. Oh well.
The next week, I went to the local baby club (baby nightclub that is) and Toyboy was there. He had cut his hair, wasn't a goth anymore, but he was still wonderful. We flirted all night, touching, but never kissing, and I thought of him all night. The next day, I made a friend ring him and agree to meet me at the first place we met the next day. When I turned up, bottle of vodka in my bag and my tightest jeans on, it was only a short while before we kissed. We caught up on each others lives, drinking and smoking ( I found out a few days later from his friend that he didn't drink OR smoke, but he would with me) and I was pretty much his.
We met up all the time, just sat in his room with friends, kissing, flirting, talking. I stole his boxers once, from his drawer. I still have them :). We had a fantastic relationship. I remember everyday filled with sunshine, even when it rained. I loved him so much. It continued this way for about 2 months.
Then Badboy phoned.
Labels: Reminiscing, Sex, Toyboy
Sam Sorry I have not been commenting here lately in this journal, please know that I am reading it, I just get to doing ten million things at once and loose track of what I have done and what I still need to do, and I read a whole bunch of your entries at once then had to run out the door so I did not have time to leave a comment but I promise that I read them all! :)
Funny story by the way ....
I can't wait to hear more ...
I hope evrything is going better for you!
Love ya girl!
Hi! Thanks for stopping over at my blog and for your comment - when I'm updating my blogroll I shall pop you on it too. Will come back when I have more time to read...
CB x
Whoa! Excellent writing...you had me glued to every word the entire post.
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