its about time i actually described what happened. in 8th grade; when i was 14: he and i were in the girls' bathroom, locked doors and backpacks tossed aside. my glasses had been disregarded as well. he smiled and pressed me against the wall, "lets get this shit off." he said, a sexy smirk plastered in his face. he was getting exactly what he want. i stripped my white-polo school shirt off and he helped me take off my gigantic pushup bra. it was embarrassing but i sortof knew that he hadn't noticed. we started kissing, using all the force we could muster and our tongues fighting each other. i remember he had a huge-ass mouth but i ignored it. he was the freshman quarterback, built like a rock and he easily picked me up against the wall and let me wrap my legs around his waist. it sent a exciting shiver through me. outside the door it was cold, making my nipples hard and sending goosebumps throughout my body. but he rubbed them away with his hands and kisses. his whole body would shiver, and he would moan in such a quiet, strong way. and soon he had me on my knees. and through the zipper of his navy blue school pants was his cock. a good 7/8 inches. i had never done it before, but had seen it plenty of times before. so i just put it in my mouth, it was completely different than i thought, warm and it moved and felt like any other human body part. so i just took it in and out, but it was so uncomfortable. i didn't like it and i soon myself up standing and kissing him again, trying to finish with a handjob, but he asked my to go down again. and i couldnt say no. so i went down again. but a third knock came on the door and i had to say "occupied." he got fed up and dressed. fretting about how to leave. i got changed, poured a bit of water over my eyes and pretended to be crying, "i was just giving her advice; he dad died." was our excuse when we left.