In my 8th grade year i was somewhat of a lothario, but mostly just in the sense of chasing girls and making out with them, not the bedding part. Thats still quite a few posts away. Not for lack of trying though. I was bent on getting rid of my virginity as soon as possible, cuz of course "everyone was doing it". For some reason, the girls who were labeled as sluts wanted to get rid of that label and were quite happy to just mess around, 2nd or 3rd base depending on what ruleset you go by.Â
Now I hadn't discovered something about myself, so I just went along with the program, glad to have a nice ass to fondle. Side note here, back then, most girls looked like boys with long hair. Few girls were beginning to develop and if they were, most likely they were SUPPOSED to be in high school already. In any case its my firm belief that I am an assman because at this point in time as I was aware of girls, the only thing worth noticing was her ass, since at this time short shorts were banned so at best you could see some calf. But somewhere in this timeframe I also came to admire necks. SO enter Dee Dee Rodriguez, she was a chola, Im pretty sure she was already 16 if not just about to be. She often skipped and the few times that I did I would help her avoid the hall sweeps where they'd round up skippers to add them to the detention list.Â
For this, and likely because I would look her in the eyes instead of her massive tits, we became friends. Eventually rumors were flowing that she and I were a couple, I think this was the first time I've been accused of dating someone I wasn't however this would far from be the last. One afternoon we were hiding behind the gym talking about whatever. She was cold so I lent her my jacket, then she heard a noise so we got up and ran back behind the other side of the gym and scurried over to the 6th grade building to the side with the janitor's closet and painted out windows. Apparently my jacket made her too hot with the running so she tossed it back to me and when I looked up she had wrapped her flannel shirt around her waist, so just was just in her bra. I played it as cool as i could and try not to stare while I was admiring them.Â
"I heard Michelle say that you're a good kisser" I turned around to make sure that we were alone and she was in fact talking to me before I made an ass of myself and replied "Yeah fool I'm talking about you" I smirked or just plainly smiled. though I did just smirk remembering that and typing it. Some coy words were tossed back and forth but we made out and had my hands quite full. I hadn't kissed a girl with a snaggletooth, and if I recall, didn't need much adjustment.
About a week went by and on my way to gym as I rounded a corner I get the wind knocked out of me. I fall to my knees and I hear "NO!" some commotion as I try t catch my breathe and kind of a shock to my face. I roll into a fighting stance, just in time to catch another punch on the other cheek. lights sort of flash in my head. but I'm wide awake now, I catch a punch mid swing with my right arm turn into the body. Pull the arm with my hips bent then locking the arm as whoever is going over my shoulder. I hear a scream of pain just as I catch a hard punch or a soft kick to my right ribs. I pivot holding on to the arm and another scream from whoever i've got, focus then side kick the other assailant right in the nose. knocked out cold. I'm staring at Frank Cano holding the bat with his arms raised and  said "man I didn't know it was you" then he drops the bat.Â
Turns out Dee Dee was dating one of my assailants, he was in a gang, and Dee Dee messed around with me to spite him. I can't remember his name though I know of him and his name then. He was upset because Dee Dee broke up with him for several reasons, me being a better kisser was one of them. I think I laughed as Frank was telling me the story. Dee Dee's ex had to yield to Frank because Frank was higher up. Frank backed off because I had made a few drawings for him and let him copy some of my work. Frank was smart just lazy, I know he could've been an honor student if he bothered to show up to class, and read test questions. for some reason I'm recalling that he was an auditory learner like me. Anywho, Frank and I weren't exactly friends but he was a little more than just amicable with me. So because of that he said no to the bat when he saw it was me that the other guy was after. Likely he left my name out of it.
I was just recently reminded of this story because a good friend of mine died just yesterday. I realize more frequently that I care to be reminded of just how short life is. The last time I thought of this story was when I saw that there was a fatal car crash of a mother and one or 2 of her kids, the details are fuzzy. But if i recall one of them was in stable condition. The mom was Dee Dee, the pic they showed of her was unmistakeable even if it had been 10 years since I'd seen her last.Â