Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 29 Fake A Show

I was fourteen or fifteen years old and her name was Gracie McGowen. We were both freshmen in high school and the typical couple. I was on the freshman football team, and she was a cheerleader with long legs and even longer blonde hair she wore in a ponytail at all times. She was a beautiful girl, and we had been dating exclusively for three months. Three months is a long time for a freshman.

Dave Brennan was having a party at his house. All the football players, cheerleaders and popular kids were there and there was a lot of drinking. I don't even know where Dave's mom was, maybe she didn't care but Dave was the kid with the big house, so all the parties were there. God knows it wouldn't be at mine. Not with Joe lurking around. He was still somewhat part of our lives ...or trying to be. But not in a good fatherly way. No, Not Joe Gallo. He just wanted to make sure we knew he was still in charge of our lives.

I remember we had won our last football game of the season, and it was a great night. What I don't remember was what exactly was in my red solo cup to make me so buzzed, but it didn't matter... it was the first time Gracie, and I could be alone. We snuck up the stairs together and found what looked like a guest bedroom. God, Gracie was all over me. And I was prepared. I stole two condoms out of Katie's purse. She was the oldest and had shit like that.

Gracie locked the door behind her and gave me a seductive little smile. I was nervous as hell, but she was so beautiful, and I REALLY wanted this. Gracie got all the guys attention at school but she chose me. I was the tallest and buffest of all the freshman. I was working out well before any of the other kids were. But to make sure I could handle my asshole father. That was the only reason really.

"James Gallo. Come make out with me." Gracie kicks off her Keds shoes and lays down on the perfectly made bed.  So I do. More than that.  After a steamy teenage make out session Gracie took all her clothes off.

"Are you sure?" I ask nervously. As much as I wanted this and God did I want this... I was very apprehensive. But Gracie wanted this too and was doing all the things to let me know.  She was the youngest of four girls and knew a lot more than I did, that's for sure. My sisters sure as hell weren't going to teach me squat. 

"James. Take your clothes off." Gracie demands and gets under the blankets. Of course, I did as she said, quickly fumbling to take off my jeans and t-shirt, kicking off my shoes not caring where they landed and sliding under the covers next to my girlfriend, with a condom in my hand. Before we knew it, we were back to making out like two teenagers. Once protected, I rolled on top of her perfect body and Gracie gave me a little nod. She wanted this. And holy shit. It felt amazing. All one minute of it. 

We got better with time, and I was able to control myself more throughout that year but that first night..yep.... twenty to thirty thrusts in and I was done. We laughed about it after and dated all through freshman year. Come to find out.... I lasted longer than all my other friends who barely made it five seconds their first time. 

Then Gracie moved away, and I became a bit of a player. The football player known to be good in bed was the rumor that went around school, though I didn't mind. But that night... after the party, I walked home and saw Joe's truck in the driveway.  He was still in it. Drunk twice as much as I was. I thought maybe he was passed out and wouldn't notice me. Again, I was drunk, and it was late. I had hopes of walking into my house and going right to bed without anyone knowing about my amazing night with Gracie. I was such a stupid teen.

Joe opened the door of the truck and stumbled out, practically falling on his knees before able to stand up straight.

"Why are you here, dad? It's late." Yeah, he was still called dad back then. I was young. I wanted a dad. I just didn't want him for a dad.