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KARINE WAS MY BEST FRIEND DAVE’S GIRLFRIEND practically the whole summer of grade ten. So the three of us were together a lot. Sometimes she would touch me, and I didn’t know if it was on purpose. It drove me crazy. Sometimes she would look at me, and I didn’t know whether she was thinking what I thought she was thinking. I dreamed about her all the time, even when I wasn’t sleeping. It wasn’t just that she was the most beautiful girl at school, she was the most real. The only one in the world. She had long hair, shiny and black, and she always wore a dress, even when it was cold out. She had a soft little voice. Every word and every gesture was like a caress. At least that’s how it felt to me.

One night she rang my doorbell. I wasn’t expecting it. She didn’t say hello to my mother, who was watching TV in the living room. I’m not going to hear the end of this, I told myself. Dave was going to meet us later to watch a movie in the basement.

I said okay.

We sat on the sofa in the basement. She was looking at me weird. I asked her if she wanted to smoke, to hide how uncomfortable I was. I tried to roll one, but my hands were shaking too much. I told her it was because I had too much Coke, then I felt stupid. I turned, and she kept staring at me. She said, “Leave it, I’ll do it,” and she took the joint-to-be from my hands. When she licked the paper softly, not taking her eyes off me, I thought I would cum in my pants. It must of shown, because she smiled and asked if I wanted to smoke before or after. “After what, after the movie?”

Then everything went all slow motion. She unbuckled my belt and sucked me off. I was sixteen, and it was the first time a girl had anything to do with my dick. For a fraction of a second, I thought, “What about Dave?” but fuck Dave. I’d become a man.

She spit my cum into an empty bottle, and I thought that was over-the-top hot. She lit the joint and handed it to me. My arms were too heavy to do anything, so I puckered my lips so she would help me smoke it. I took two or three drags, and I told her I loved her. She smiled.

“I know.”

I felt like I was falling. And I kept falling for three years.