It all started when I turned 18. I hadn't been allowed to formally date anyone, let alone call them my boyfriend. Sure, I had been on dates, but they hadn't ever led anywhere - my mother made sure of that.
But a month after my 18th birthday, it happened. A boy, a half year older than me, won me over with a cheesy pick up line.
He had drawn a simple squiggle line on the back of my hand, calling it a river. Next he drew a small dot, labeling it a bunny. I watched intently as the pen left ink across my skin, only looking up when he asked, "How does the bunny cross the river?"
I met his pretty eyes, noticing how unruly his hair was, and answered with an uncertain, "I don't know... How?"
"I don't know, I just wanted to hold your hand."
That's what settled it, we went on a movie date a few nights later. I got dressed up, a tight fitting shirt, a short skirt, and some heels. We watched some superhero movie, and made out afterwards. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, I could feel the beginnings of an erection building in his pants.
It was late and he had to take me home, but we would pick up from where we left off two days later.
