Quite frankly, in school I was too poor to date girls and used public transportation to get around while most of the other boys had access to cars if they did not own them. We were all in our teens by then. I had a friend, Pete, whose father was in real estate and in the upper middle class category so he had a car. He took a liking to me because I was good at sports and for reasons I could never understand, if you were a jock, kids looked up to you as if you were a hero. Being poor was not a shameful thing to me so Pete knew I did not have a pot to piss into.
I liked Pete because, while worthless in sports he was a very funny kid and had a good memory for jokes, he said, like his Uncle who was a walking encyclopedia of jokes.

One of the kids who "looked up" to me was Ginny, who had stark red hair and so bright that Pete and I had a private five dollar bet on that she used Kool Aid or something to dye it. Pete swore it was dyed and I did not agree. To complicate things, one had to see Ginny as she was then, a skinny little girl with short, brilliant red hair and over-sized eye glasses that gave her a bug-like appearance. Pete had known her in grade school. I did not. Despite the skinny, bug look, she was sort off cute to me and had a nice little posterior that she did not hide, wearing tight jeans. Pete said that Ginny was "sexually liberated, to put is nicely," He has heard about it.

For months, she kept showing up where Pete and I were hanging out. I thought it was her long acquaintance with Pete and he assured me that what it was, the little girl had a crush on me. I shrugged it off. Then, one time, Pete said to her, "Ginny, tell us what you use to dye your hair that color? She said, "Are you nuts? Why would I dye my hair." They argued a bit then Ginny looked around the tennis court where we were and quickly dropped her jeans to show us a little V shaped mop of red hair down below.

Not long after that, I was alone in Pete's car taking a nap, sound asleep, when I was rudely awakened. It was Ginny, kissing me, open-mouthed and she got her tongue inside my mouth where it moved like it had a life of its own. She said, "You're seen my goods and now we will fuck and we will fuck a lot." A bit shocked, I said, "Ginny,
you can't go around telling people things like that. She said, "Why not" and continued to kiss me in the same way, her little body writhing, on fire. It's a blur from that point but I do recall her taking out my erect penis and mounting and riding me. That was my first sexual experience and I never disclosed that to her.

She waved her hips around in a figure-eight fashion while she rode me. I could not believe what was happening, Two girls walked by the car, giggling, while Ginny did me up special. She felt me shuddering and said, "Go ahead and come in me, I'm protected, honest." With that I felt like my entire genital area had launched off into space. After that, the little, skinny bug-girl owned me. It lasted until we graduated HS and through all of college.