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Patrick's ex-girlfriend was flirting with me. I’m 16 and up to this point I had never kissed a girl. I had never done anything. I had never had a girlfriend in my life, anything, nothing. I’m totally a clean slate. The night wanders on, we’re flirting around. I flung some bottle caps down her top. She was very big chested and this move apparently worked ‘cause we eventually took it to our drug dealer friend’s bedroom.
His bed was stacked with dirty clothes. There’s car parts – literally car parts in his room, stuff he was working on. So we basically heaped onto this bed, on top of his filthy laundry. It was disgusting were if not for the fact I was about to get laid.
We start getting into it. I had the condom on and I was like raring to go. I hadn’t even got inside her yet, hadn’t even got her pants off and she starts saying things to me like, "Oh you’re so much better than Patrick." They had just slept together like the week before. So I’m like, "Ok, I guess then if you say so. I am? Well then I am." Then I hear these falsetto voices mocking her through the window next to the bed, "Oh Charlie, you’re so much better than Patrick!" So I’m trying to keep going, trying to concentrate. I think I’m getting into it right. I think I have a rhythm built up. Then the door opens up and I sort of comically put my hand over my hip to cover her and myself thinking that was enough guard, like no one would see us. She’s like, "Oh, don’t stop. Don’t stop." The guy's like, "Don’t worry about me." He picks up some car parts and leaves.
We proceed to have sex as best as I knew how, finished, and laid there for awhile I guess to make it more meaningful. We got up, we went back out into the party and everybody was kind of laughing and almost cheering. So she obviously didn’t care. I dated her for a month after that and we had sex three more times.
I made the mistake of getting in an argument with someone in the cafeteria about getting laid and I said, "Well we've had sex four times." So somebody wrote on the wall in the guys bathroom, "Watch out for Charlie Felloni, he’s fucked four times." I didn’t live that down for about a year.

THIS ONE TIME… IN THE BAND ROOM
Carolina, 21

OK – beginning of my freshman year in high school. She was a senior and we were in band together. It was after a football game in the band hall, in a cubby hole where a big instrument is supposed to go. It was around midnight and we were in school with nobody around. It was possible we could get caught so it took us awhile to get working up to where we just couldn’t stop and there was no turning back.
This was after the last football game of the year so everybody stayed on the field and everything and we kind of cut out early ‘cause we had planned to go to this party elsewhere or whatever. Then we ended up not leaving and staying at the band hall. It was quite awhile before anybody else came in so there wasn't really a chance of anyone walking in on us, but regardless there was that exciting intensity of the possibility of someone walking in on us.
I was a lesbian. She was bi-curious and single at the time. Conversations and her curiosity kind of led us down that path, with me mostly leading the way. It was one of those things that, ironically enough, I mean they made a movie with a joke about it but we ended up using a musical instrument – hers, a flute. I played clarinet but the flute was a little more manageable.
As it turned out there was a video camera installed right above us so all you saw on the video was feet sticking out of a cubby hole. And nobody could really say what was happening but it was kind of obvious. Thus, even though no one walked in on us, we still got found out.
The band instructor confronted me personally because I was actually freshmen band president. Pretty funny but at the time real embarrassing. They took me into an office and showed me the videotape and asked me to explain and I started