Everyone calls me the �boy crazy� one. I can�t help the fact that I find the male sex very intriguing. No one understands. They are all either wrapped up in their own relationships or just unsympathetic to my cause. And they sure don�t help by pointing put every single cute guy they see as we walk from school to the train station, which is five blocks. So I hold them responsible for my day dreaming about cute guys instead of doing my English homework.

Of course there is a line that shouldn�t be crossed. I haven�t crossed it. Let�s get one thing straight�I�m NOT easy. Half the guys I see and am attracted to, I don�t even talk to. Just because I find a guy attractive, it doesn�t mean that I�m gonna sleep with him. Half the time I don�t even kiss them. Most of the time, I don�t even call them back! I have a stack of phone numbers of all these guys that I don�t talk to. I mean, they were nice guys, but something just didn�t work.

So you see, my �condition� is totally normal. I�m not a slut; I just like to have a good time. But most people don�t see it like that. My parents want me to stay their little girl forever. Even though they swear that isn�t how it is, I know better. I try hard to please everyone, but I have to do what�s good for me too. I�m only 17, there�s no reason I can�t go out with a few guys and have a good time, right? I really don�t see what the big deal is. Even the guys I hook up with get all uptight. Can no one understand my need to be a carefree teenager?

I bet you think I�m gonna say no. That no one can understand my plight. Well if that�s what you thought, you thought wrong. I found him. Yes, him. It was a guy! Shocking, isn�t it? Well, he understands what I�m trying to say here. Neither one of us was looking for an actual commitment. He had just gotten out of a relationship and I was still healing from a nasty breakup. It was just good, clean fun. Well maybe not clean. We did get a little �dirrty�. But it was fun.

We met at a concert. He was performing; I was there with some friends. He looked so hot. I decided that I had to meet him so me and one of my friends flirted our way backstage. Shockingly, it worked. We blended in quite well and found our way to his dressing room. Another fact about me: I�m NOT a groupie. That was the first and last time I did that. While we were standing around trying to figure out what to do next, he walked past us with some friends who were equally hot. So I called his name.

�Aaron?�

He turned around. He looked me up and down and smiled. The he sauntered over to me.

�Hey there cutie.�

�Hey yourself.�

�Wanna go hang out with us?�

�Sure. Let�s go girls.�

So, he put his arm around my shoulder and we all walked off. We all hung out in this big room, whatever it�s called. We kind of dispersed. Me and Aaron went off on our own, far away from our friends.

�So, what�s your name?� he asked, motioning for me to sit next to him.

�Sa�iyda.�

�That�s really pretty. A pretty name to match a pretty face.� He said, stroking my face.

�Thanks.� I replied smiling, placing my hand on his.

He leaned in to kiss me. My breath caught in my throat and I closed my eyes as I felt his soft lips touch mine. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and my mouth welcomed his tongue. His hands slowly moved from my face to my breasts. His hands cupped and massaged them while his kisses moved to my neck. I began to breathe heavily and tried not to cry out in pleasure from the work of his hands. I played with his soft blonde hair as he continued to kiss and suck my neck, probably leaving a hickey. It wouldn�t be the first one I had.

�Let�s go to my dressing room. We�ll be more comfortable.� Aaron whispered in my ear.

�Your mom isn�t going to catch us, is she?� I asked nervously.

�Nah. She�s at the hotel.� He replied, taking my hand.

We left the room discreetly, hoping that no one would notice us leave. We slipped out quietly. I smiled seductively at Aaron and we ran off to his dressing room.

�We made it.� He said, opening the door and leading me in.

Once the door was closed and locked (just to be safe), we attacked each other. Our kisses were hungry and desperate. It took all my will power not to rip all of his clothes off right there. We maneuvered ourselves to the couch, me lying on top of him. We were still kissing and Aaron was holding my face with one hand. He used his free hand to unhook my bra. Then he used both hands to remove my bra and continued to explore my body with his hands. I prodded him to lift his arms so I could remove his shirt. I lifted it over his head with ease and tossed it to the ground.

I then began to kiss his neck and collarbone, running my hands through his hair and down his chest. He took off my shirt, exposing my naked breasts. At first, he just stared and kind of gawked at them, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. Before I could say anything, I felt his warm mouth sucking on my right breast while he rubbed and massaged the left one. His other hand slid down my pants and into my underwear. He just kind of rubbed it for a bit before he unbuttoned my jeans and helped me slip them off, along with my underwear. I was completely naked.

�You�re beautiful.� Aaron said, slowly looking at my whole body.

I smiled and kissed him lovingly.

�Thank you. I feel nervous though.� I replied.

�Why?� he asked.

�Because no guy has ever seen me completely naked before.� I said.

He responded to my comment by kissing me again. He�s a really good kisser by the way.

�I�m glad I�m the first.� He said as he began kissing his way down my body.

I could feel his erection growing and begging to be set free from the confines of his jeans. My hands went down to his pants and undid them. As I did this, he took two fingers and inserted them into me. I moaned in pleasure as he moved them in and out, preparing me for what was to happen soon. My hands played with the waistband of his boxers. I slid my hand into them then pulled it back. I like to tease. Eventually, I stopped and just removed them.

I finally freed him from all of his clothes. We both lay there, completely naked and smiled at each other. We were eagerly anticipating the other�s next move. I figured I�d make it.

�Do you have a condom?� I asked.

He reached into his pants and produced one.

�Are you ready?� he questioned, putting on the condom.

�I-I guess so.� I replied.

�What�s wrong?� he asked, sensing my uneasiness.

�I�m still a virgin.� I confessed.

�Well, we don�t have to if you don�t want to.� He said.

�No I do. I really want to. I�m just scared it�s gonna hurt.� I said.

�That�s okay. I�ll go slow so it won�t hurt as much, okay?� he said tenderly, rubbing my back soothingly.

�Okay.� I agreed.

He laid on top of me, slowly entering me. I gasped in pain and clutched his back. My eyes were shut tight and Aaron whispered softly in my ear�

�It�s okay. I�m almost in. It�ll be over soon.� He said, wiping a few stray tears off my cheeks.

He gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead as he began to thrust in and out slowly. The pain began to go away and I started to relax.

�Mmmm, you know, you can go faster now. It doesn�t hurt anymore.� I said,

He took my order and began to go faster. He started to look less like he was concentrating on not hurting me and now enjoying it. I was enjoying it too. Both of us started to sweat and Aaron�s hair stuck to his forehead. My heart started to race and I could feel my muscles tighten. My release was coming quickly.

�Aaron, I think I�m gonna�� I cried.

�Me too.� He agreed.

It was perfect. Like something out of a movie. When we were done, we layed together, trying to catch our breath.

�That was perfect.� I said.

�Yeah, it was.� He replied.

�Thank you for being my first time.� I said kissing him.

�You�re welcome. I�m glad I was your first.� He said, kissing me back.

We got dressed and tried to clean ourselves up a bit before we went back to our friends. Didn�t want to make it too obvious. We talked a little and Aaron told me that he would be in town for a few days. We agreed to see each other again and well�you know. After we finalized our plans, we went back to our friends.

That was about a month ago. Of course my friends figured out that I had sex and they still haven�t stopped teasing me about it. I talk to Aaron almost every day and things between us are starting to get serious. So, the moral of this story is I got no choice; I must not chase the boys. But no one said they couldn�t chase me!

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