Spokane Good Girl or Spokane Bad Girl

I am not certain who was more excited when I was asked out for my first dance date -- myself or my Mom. It was a big occasion for her so she wanted me to have a new dress. Is it the dress I would have chosen for myself? Yes and no. I loved the dress and I love the look, but it seemed more appropriate as a dress to wear to a formal family dinner than out on a date with a hot boy.

And when I say hot, I mean 'hot.' Later that evening, I found myself back at his place in a guest bedroom above the family garage. Is it any wonder that this girl sucked dick on a first date.  Of course Tim would not care beans about what dress I was wearing before it was removed so I could suck his dick without getting it all cummy.  So instead of wearing a dress I might have preferrred, I wore the dress Mom picked out for me.

I do not suppose I am alone in this ongoing struggle of a young girls desire to grow up faster and a mom's desire for her to grow up slower.  Mom wanted  me to remain young and innocent and I was already well beyond innocent and doing things older girls had not yet done.

When Tim showed up at our door that night, Mom was very courteous and friendly.  However she did pull me aside and suggest to me that he was too old for me.  When I assured Mom that he was only fifteen years old, Mom looked back at him and then said to me, "Some boys are a lot older at fifteen then other boys."  And I almost replied that some girls are a lot older at my age of thirteen than other girls, But I didn't.  I fell back on the time-worn justification that it was 'just a dance' and that it was being held at a churce.  "How harmless is that."  And then I added, "And his mom is driving us."

I did keep one secret from Mom. It was indeed a church dance (which is another reason I went with this pink dress), but it was not Tim's church. It was a church near his home. Very near. Walking distance near. Sneak out of the dance and return an hour later nearness. If Mom had known that Tim had already suggest we could do just that, if she had known as I did that Tim was confident we would not be caught if we went up to their guest room, I am sure she would have had me stay home.

I like to think that being a girl open to being fucked does not necessarily make me a 'bad girl.'  However, I am sure if those who saw us return to the dance that night had know what we had just done, that each and every one of them would have seen me as a 'bad girl,' as a very bad girl. However, two years later, Tim and I would go to the same dance again and would repeat our disappearance. And I was much more of a 'bad girl' that second time.