Lots of boys’ names were bandied-about as the possible father (I guess the girl had been a bit of a slut, or at least that was her reputation), and I even heard my name mentioned once or twice, however whenever I did, I just laughed it off. I was covered in blood. Finally, when I could feel myself getting close to blowing my load and I still hadn’t gotten it in yet, I gave her a hard shake and, surprising myself, as much as I did her, I said, “Stop it. “I was with another boy a month before you, but, I had my period after that.” “Then, it must be his,” I responded, repeating, “I pulled out.” And that was basically the end of it. So is it a surprise that the next time I was able to get a girl alone (this girl was a couple years older than me–I was now fourteen, she was fifteen–the first girl was my age), I fucked her.
