I had been 13 for less than a month the very first time I sh..
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I had been 13 for less than a month the very first time I showed a boy my panties. It was at a junior high track m33t on a Saturday in May. I vividly remember needing our warmups for the event because the weather was a little on the chillier side that day and overcast. His name was Thomas, and he was one of the very few black kids at my school. He ran the 100 and 200, did both of those relays, and also did the long jump. He won everything he entered, and everyone at school called him Carl Lewis. His father was also a doctor in town, so his family was actually pretty well off relative to a lot of the kids in our district, myself included.
We were walking back to the track from the concession stand when he told me we needed to a make a detour to the far gate which required going beneath the stadium bleachers. At the time, I thought nothing of it because I figured his next event was coming up and needed to the hurry to the start. But when we got about midway beneath the bleachers (a popular makeover spot because of its almost absolute isolation), he grabbed me firmly by the wrist, pulled me into him and kissed me. No looking into my eyes, no asking for permission, he just locked his soft lips onto mine and gently f0rced his tongue into my mouth. The whole thing took me completely by surprise, and the way Thomas handled himself was about as smooth as anything I’d seen on tv up to that point in my y0ung life. I melted into his strong arms and kissed him back. Up until that very second, I had no idea that Thomas was even into white girls, much less one from the trailer park on the south side of town. But he clearly was, and who was I to argue.
Time itself seemed to stop as we explored each other’s mouths, but if I had to guess, I’d say that we made out continuously for somewhere between 5 and 10 minutes. At no point in time did he ever attempt to make his way either up my warmup top or into my now very heated bottoms.
All it took to break us from our trance was one announcement from the PA system, which was situated directly above us. “First call for heat 1 of the boys 200 meters. Boys in heat 1 of the 200 meters need to report to gate 2 immediately.” The announcement meant absolutely nothing to me. I mean I’d obviously heard it, but I was so lost in the magic of the moment that it had barely even registered with me. I honestly would have been content to have stayed beneath the bleachers kissing Thomas until the end of eternity.
When Thomas broke our kiss, he looked me in the eye and flashed me the brightest smile that I’d ever seen. “This was awesome,” he said. “We definitely need to do it again. Maybe next weekend at Christina’s birthday party.” I nodded dumbstruck in response. I hadn’t even been invited to the snobby cunt’s party, but I didn’t want Thomas to know that. “How about you do something to give me some good luck for the 200?” he said, his smile noticeably turning more to sly side. “What’s that?” I said, eager to do anything within my power to bring luck to this boy and his amazing lips.
“Let me see your panties,” he said in response without one millisecond of hesitation.
“Oh my god,” I thought to myself, my heart sinking and my face turning an even brighter shade of crimson. My mind raced as I frantically tried to remember the panties I was even wearing. “Oh my god,” I thought once again as the answer hit me like a supersonic invisible jet. “Wonder Woman!!!” I was mortified. How could I avoid the embarrassment of Thomas seeing me in my little red Wonder Woman panties? There had to be away. And who would he tell at school on Monday, or even worse, next weekend at Christina’s party when he finds out I didn’t make the invite list? Would my new nickname at school forever be Linda Carter? All of these thoughts were racing through my teenage brain as my first awareness of the sensation wedged itself into my consciousness. There was something different going on “down there.” Something unusual that I hadn’t quite experienced to this level before. My panties had somehow gotten wet!!!! The worst of it was in the crotch, by my little pink private parts, but I could tell that it wasn’t entirely contained in that one spot. My mind reeled, as a new even larger wave of fear and anxiety crashed into my brain. Had I somehow peed myself while Thomas and I were making out? None of it made sense. I didn’t even need to go to the restroom for Christ’s sake!!!, I thought to myself.
Thomas, deciding there was no additional time to be wasted, took the initiative and fished his index and middle fingers into the waistband of my warmups, adeptly searching for the drawstring that was holding them over my hips. With this one executive action, an instant calmness washed across my entire body. The whole entire moment was now completely beyond my control I rationalized to myself, coming to the simultaneous conclusion that Thomas’s luck in the 200 meters was paramount to everything else in any event, and reasoning that it would be absolutely ridiculous to assume that my altruistic gesture could in any way generate the negative consequences I was dreading. Wet Wonder Woman or not, Thomas needed to see my panties, and I was not going to let him down.
I remember feeling the pressure in my lower back as Thomas found the snug knot and pulled on the drawstring to undo the bow. With the bow released, my warmups slid easily past my smooth and rounding hip, exposing the red track shorts beneath. The look on Thomas’s face developed an intensity as he achieved this significant waypoint, clearly knowing that his objective was but one little tug away. I stood motionless, like the proverbial deer in headlights, awaiting my fate.
With one quick pull on each leg, my Wonder Woman panties were now completely exposed, and the chill of the cool spring breeze on the soaked patch between my thighs sent a shiver throughout my entire body.
“Fuck, those are hot,” Thomas said almost to himself. And with that he quickly took his leave, heading swiftly back the way we’d come toward gate 2, leaving me standing completely alone in my very wet Underoos.
The next day I went to my best friend’s trailer. Her name was Lilly, and she lived on the opposite side of the park from me, We spent a lot of time together, especially on the weekends, and I confided everything in her. I told her about everything that had happened with Thomas, ending with the mystery of the slippery wet substance that had found it’s way into my panties.
Lilly laughed hard as she got up from her bed and searched for something on her bookshelf. Ten seconds later she bellyflopped back next to me with a textbook she’d been given as part of a church y0uth program on the experience of puber+y. Flipping to chapter six, Lilly explained that her pastor had told her class that what had happened to me was a gift from Jesus, but that such a gift was meant to be shared only with our husbands. And never ever anyone else.
“Looks like your ass is marrying Thomas,” she said laughingly as she slammed the textbook shut.
We spent the rest of the afternoon eating twizzlers and watching MTV.
