In 8th grade I was invited by my crush to go over to his house. My mom said that it was fine, as long as his grandma was home. I was ecstatic. He was 17, a junior in high school, and tall. Little did I know, was that the grandma that was home was a lot older and not able to give supervision.
Everything was fine when I first arrived. We played video games and just talked, getting to know each other. Then he suddenly started to ask very personal questions about me. Questions like whether or not I had gotten my period yet, and if I was on it (though I lied and said I wasn’t).
Then he asked me if he could touch me. I said no. He then wanted to play truth or dare. I said sure, since I was young, naïve, and it was my favorite game at that age. He kept on choosing dares, and I was smart enough to choose only truths.
Throughout the whole time I was there, he kept giving me titty twisters. He would say something stupid like “did you hear about the twister coming to town?” He later asked me if I liked motorcycles. Thinking I was supposed to say yes to impress him, I said yes. He ended up showing me a pinup from a topless magazine. The picture was a chick with huge tits sitting on a motorcycle.
He asked me if I wanted to see a picture of him from when he was little. I said yes, that I would love to see. Of course, it was a picture of him when he was between 3 and 5, naked. He kept trying to show me “how big it was” when he was little. At that time, I really didn’t understand the whole size thing, so I had no idea what he was talking about.
In between each sick thing he tried to show me, a thirteen year old, he kept asking me questions that a thirteen year old should not be asked. Questions like whether or not I was still a virgin. When I said that I was, he stated that that would change after a week in high school. Well, I have been out of high school for three years and I am still a virgin.
The last thing he did before it was time to go (I was only allowed to stay over for an hour and a half) was ask if I wanted to watch a movie. I said sure, and, I am sure you can guess, he put in a porno. He saw I was uncomfortable, so he turned it off. Finally, it was time to go.
When I got home, I felt sick. I could not keep playing in my mind what had happened over there. What if I hadn’t been on my period? What if I had dared him to kiss me when we were playing truth or dare? That night I had a hard time eating my dinner. I never did tell my mom, and I never told anyone about it until a year later when I told my best friend at the time. I think the reason I never told my parents was because I was afraid I would never be able to go over to a guy’s house again. I think I was also afraid of him getting in trouble, as I stupidly still had a crush on him. That stupid crush lasted a whole year after the incident, up until I moved to another state.