 
                          November 25th, 2002
 
November 25th, 2002
 Dear Maggie, 
Lately I’ve been seriously thinking back over my life, and I realize
that I’ve never had a girlfriend. It’s never been an issue with me, I’m
used to being alone. But now that I’m thinking about it, I’d really
like to have someone to talk to, someone to smile with and laugh with.
Someone who really makes me feel good inside, and whom I do that in
return for. So now I’m thinking, "Where can I find someone like this?"
Now I’ve never been religious or really gone to church except on
Christmas and Easter, but I pray that someday soon I’ll be able to find
someone to make me fall to my knees with passion and desire. I’ll
respect her and give her everything she’s ever dreamed of. I know that
she’s out there, I just don’t know where yet.
 
Have you ever had this dilemma with guys? I’m sure you have, I’m sure
every one has a dilemma with love at some point in their life. When I
was 13, I used to have what some teenagers would call a ‘crush’ on the
most beautiful young woman to ever walk the face of this earth! Then
when I was about to get up the courage to at least let her know of my
feelings for her, her father got a job in Silicon Valley, California. I
don’t think that would work out too well, me in Atlanta, Georgia and
her in Silicon Valley, California. Since then I’ve pretty much just
kept the topic of girlfriends out of my head. Though my father told me
that girls were not something to worry about until at least college,
and he didn’t want to see me bringing girls home, I think I’m going to
find a girlfriend anyway. I mean, when has he ever done anything even
slightly decent for me? Never, so why should I listen to him? One time
I told him that there was no way I would listen to him because he can’t
even take his own advice. He gave me a beatin’ for that one. 

School lately has been more and more difficult for me. I find myself in
these dazes where I’m looking back on things that have happened in my
past. One was about my mother, I was six at the time I think. Her and I
were out on the front lawn playing with these sticky mitt things where
you throw a tennis ball and they catch it on their sticky mitt. Well
the ball missed my mitt and I ran out into the road to get it and a car
almost hit me. My mom grabbed me out of the way less than 2 seconds
before the car would have hit me. I wonder if I’d even still be alive
if I had been hit, or if my mother could have been hit while trying to
save me. I get rather disturbed when I think that because I know if she
had died then everything that happened over the next year would have
been different. I wouldn’t have caught my father with Lori, and he
wouldn’t have beaten me. He wouldn’t even have probably met Lori, since
Lori had worked with my mom for about two months before my mom died. At
times I despise Lori for this because maybe if she hadn’t come around
my dad would never have had that affair and I wouldn’t have gotten
beaten. That’s all I can say right now, I’m getting rather choked up
talking about mom. 

Sincerely,
 
Mike
 


December 3rd, 2002
 Dear Maggie, 
It’s been a while since I’ve written, so I figured I’d write you the
events of the last week or so. Last week Tuesday after I finished
writing to you, I went downstairs to find my stepmother sitting in the
kitchen crying. Well of course I was concerned, seeing as I’ve never
known Lori to cry before. When I asked her what was wrong, she took a
few deep breaths to calm herself down.
 
Her response was, "Its your father. He’s so drunk all the time...and
when I tried to tell him that he needs to quit, he hit me." She moved
her hand off her cheek and I saw the bright red shiner in roughly the
shape of a fist. Though I had never been very close with her I wrapped
my arms around her in a comforting hug and told her that I knew what it
was like. She looked at me with wide, surprised eyes. 

"He’s hit you before?!"
 
"Many times, Lori. My father is a very abusive person, and I wouldn’t
trust him as far as I could throw him."
 
With that Lori stood and gave me a sympathizing look. I knew this was
the end of our conversation and turned away to make something to eat.
Finding there was nothing to eat, I returned to my room and slept until
6:30 the next morning. Of course I panicked thinking I was going to be
late for school and showered and dressed quickly. On my way out the
door as I passed Lori I gave her a quick kiss on her good cheek, which
I think may have surprised her a bit, but she smiled none the less. 

Once in school I quickly took my seat towards the back of the class and
put my head down waiting for the teacher’s usual lecture on sitting up
and paying attention. A few minutes after the bell rang, and after the
teacher had given me the lecture, quite the surprise came to me. A
short girl with long thick black hair, bright green eyes, and at least
a 36c bra size rushed into the class room, her ivory cheeks flushed
slightly. The teacher looked up and asked, "Sara?"
 
"Yes ma’am, I’m sorry I’m late...I got lost."
 
"It’s alright Sara, you can take a seat towards the back of the room."
 To my surprise she sat down in the seat next to mine, and smiled at me
shyly. She was dressed in a long black velvet dress with black lace
trim, the low cut in the front showing the tops of her voluptuous
breasts. Mind you I was obviously very attracted to her, so I tried to
smile back, probably making myself look like a love sick fool. The
entire class I kept peeking over at her wanting to say something, but
not knowing what. Well that class ended and it was time to go to
Science, sadly parting with the beautiful young lady. I could have
smacked myself for not talking to her! 
Well the next day wasn’t much better, though I did have the courage to
say hello to her when she sat down at her desk. She flashed a smile and
responded with a quiet "Hello."
 
Meanwhile back at home Lori and my father were fighting more and more,
the yelling getting louder and louder. Countless times I heard doors
slamming. Thursday afternoon I heard Lori scream for help and I ran
downstairs as fast as I possibly could. I found my father holding her
up by her throat, I heard him tell her to never cry for help again or
he’d kill her. I yanked him off her and punched him as hard as I could
in the gut. He stumbled and held his stomach. I helped Lori up and told
her to go call the police. My father yelled out, "Don’t you remember
what I told you bitch?!" I slammed into him and knocked him hard
against the wall. When he knew that I wasn’t about to stop, he shook
his fist at me and said "You don’t know what you’re getting yourself
into boy!"
 
With this he charged at me and when I tried to move out of the way I
tripped on my shoelace and fell; hitting my head on the wooden
floorboards. He grabbed my left ankle and dragged me across the room,
slamming me into a wall. The cops arrived finally and my father was
pulled away from me. Lori just stood in the corner trembling and
crying, so I went to her and hugged her. What she said next was one of
the few things that had ever given me hope in my life.
 
"Mike, I’m leaving your father...and I’m going to take you with me. Is
that alright with you?"
 I nodded my head and she thanked me for saving her. I had gotten a
nosebleed when I was slammed into the wall, so I went to the bathroom
to clean up. I knew my father would only be spending one night in jail
for this and he’d be back the next day. Next day I made sure I was out
the door for school early, not wanting to see my father. Sara was
sitting at her desk reading when I got there. Finally I got up the
courage to ask her what she was reading. She smiled and responded,
"Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls, have you ever read it?" I
shook my head no and she said she recommended it. I was just happy that
I had gotten up the courage to say something somewhat intelligent to
her. Later on during the class she passed me a small piece of folded
white paper. I stared at the paper blankly for a moment, then looked
over to her. She just smiled, so I opened it to read it. All it said
was, "You should call me tonight, we could do something this weekend if
you’re not busy. 231-8976" 
I thought I was imagining this, girls don’t give me notes, let alone
their phone numbers. I’ve never had one girl ask me to do anything with
her. I smiled at her and nodded, she seemed satisfied with that
response and turned her attention back to the teacher. That night I
made sure to call her, though a bit nervous I managed. The conversation
went something like this:
 
Me: "Hi, is Sara there?"
 
Sara: "This is."
 
Me: "Hey, its Mike."
 
Sara: "Oh hey, what’s up?"
 
Me: "Well nothing really, just thought I’d give ya a call."
 
Sara: "That’s cool, I was wondering if you’d want to do something
Sunday?"
 
Me: "Sure, what do you want to do?"
 
Sara: "Let’s see a movie or something."
 
Me: "Alright, should I call you tomorrow to figure out which movie?"
 
Sara: "Yeah, that’ll work. Talk to ya then."
 
Me: "See ya."
 
When I got off the phone all I could think about was how great this
was. I couldn’t even fall asleep that night, just laid there and
thought about Sara and seeing her on Sunday. Saturday wasn’t much
better. It seemed to just drag on forever and it would never end.
Around 7 I called her and we decided to go eat lunch at the Big Boy,
then rent a couple movies to watch at her house. I thought I was on
cloud nine, I was so excited. That night I managed to actually get some
sleep though because I hadn’t slept the night before.
 
Sunday morning I woke up at 10, showered, dressed in some black baggy
pants and a black fishnet shirt, and spiked my hair. I made sure to put
some cologne on and brush my teeth for at least 5-6 minutes. I walked
down to the Big Boy where I was supposed to meet her at 11:30. When I
got inside I saw her sitting down in a booth in the corner. I quickly
joined her and asked her how long she’d been waiting. She’d only been
there for about 5 minutes she said, and not to worry about it.
Eventually we got to the movie store and rented three movies to watch:
Clockwork Orange, SLC Punk and Rocky Horror Picture Show.
 
Her room was huge, with posters covering the wall, and clothes covering
the floor. She told me to make myself comfortable on her bed, so I did
as was told. She put Clockwork Orange in and cuddled next to me. I
wasn’t sure what to do, so I just wrapped one of my arms around her
loosely. Towards the middle of the movie she turned to face me and put
her hand on the back of my neck pulling my lips to hers. She kissed me
deeply, her tongue flicking at mine and I moved my hand down the arch
of her back to her tight ass. She continued to kiss me as she ran her
fingertips along my chest. I slid my hands along her soft bare thighs,
moving one hand farther up until her short black skirt hid my hand. My
fingers traced the lacy rim of her panties momentarily and she squirmed
slightly, pressing herself tighter against me. My cock hardened until
it was visible beneath my pants, feeling slightly embarrassed I moved
away a bit, but she pulled me back against her. I slid two of my
fingers underneath the material of her panties and ran my fingers
around the hot, wet lips of her pussy until she could barely stand it
anymore and she wriggled trying to get my fingers inside her. I pressed
them inside slowly, her pussy muscles tightening around my fingers. I
used a third finger to massage her clit as she tugged at my pants
trying to tear them off me. I unbuttoned them with my free hand, and
twirled my other fingers around inside her, her cum oozing between my
fingers and down my hand.
 
She tore my pants off me roughly and slid my boxers off exposing my
thick, hard rod. She moved off the bed and onto her knees in front of
me. Shaking slightly with anticipation I moved towards her until I was
on the edge of the bed. She placed her lush ruby lips over my cock and
pressed herself forward a little pressing me deep into her throat, she
choked slightly, but was alright once she started to bob her head back
and forth. Her tongue twirled around the head for a moment and I moaned
loudly as I felt my juices bubbling up, about to burst into her mouth.
She could tell I was about to cum and she pressed my cock back down her
throat. My load shot into her throat and she swallowed. With this she
got up off her knees and frenched me passionately, letting me taste my
own seed. We got dressed quickly as we heard footsteps on the steps,
not one second after I got my pants on her door opened. Her mom stepped
in and smiled at the two of us. 

"Would you two like anything to eat?"
 
"No thanks, we’re fine."
 
"Alright."
 
She smiled and walked out. Phew that was a relief. Well after that we
just watched the other movies and cuddled close. My mind raced, that
was the first time I had ever even kissed a girl, let alone fingered
one.
 
Well Monday wasn’t all that interesting. I saw Sara in class, and
exchanged an occasional smile. Wow she’s the most beautiful creature
alive. After class I made sure to ask her to my house on Friday. She
said sure and I was so ecstatic I could hardly contain myself. Now
today she’s all I can think of. If this is what happened the first time
I hung out with her outside of school, what’ll happen next time? I
guess I’ll find out soon enough. Well I’ve got to make dinner now so
I’ll write soon.
 
Always,
 
Mike
 
