What prompted me to write a story about
my first sexual experience was a conversation that I had yesterday. Someone
asked me how old I was when I had sex for the first time. I thought it would be
a humorous story, but when I thought about the details surrounding my decision,
it really isn’t that funny at all. The first time I had sex I was very young. I
wasn’t a bad kid. I usually did everything that my mom told me to do, and when
she found out about what I did she was SO disappointed. It really wasn't
something that I wanted to do and I felt a little pressured to have sex at
the time. The person was someone who I knew from middle school and we actually
hung out regularly. Every time I think about my first time, I wish I could take
it back. I was actually embarrassed about it and didn’t even want to talk about
it with my friends. It was nothing that I wanted to discuss and I sure didn’t
want anybody else discussing it. I should’ve kept my little vagina to myself.
So, I was 14 years old. Just a baby really. Man, I had actually just turned 14
on September 7, 1997. By the beginning of November 1997, I had given my vagina
away. I need to let you know that I wasn’t the type of young girl that normally
comes to mind as having sex at an early age. Usually, you think about young
girl who may dress provocatively, doesn’t do well in school, is rebellious to
her parents, etc. I was not that girl. Now, my body was that of a grown ass
woman, but I had a chubby baby face. My mom picked out and purchased all
of my school clothes, and sometimes she did have me dressed like a girl older
than my age. I liked to dress trendy and I have always been very “girly”. The
way that my body was shaped, it was difficult to find clothes that fit my style
for a little girl. So some mistakes were made, but I never looked like I was on
sexual display. Up until 10th grade my mother never allowed me to go to afterschool dances, I
wasn’t allowed to spend the night at friends’ houses, and I could barely even
walk to the store by myself. I f I walked to the store my older sister
Rashanda, or my younger sister LaTasha was with me. Actually none of us walked
to the store alone. Also, I made very good grades and I wasn’t “boy crazy”. My
mom didn’t feel like she had anything to worry about and she was so proud of
me. She used to brag about me to her friends often. Every time she talked about
me, you could hear the delight in her voice. I remember her saying things like
“You know Nicole does hair! Yeah! She does my hair”…“Nicole brought home
straight A’s”…”Every time I turn around this girl is taking pictures and
changing her hair…she knows how to draw too!” It makes me feel sad right now as
I type those memories, because I was so full of hope. I wasn’t afraid to be
myself or take on a challenge. I had dreams and I could see nothing that would
stop me from seeing my dreams come true. It brought me a deep satisfaction that
my mother thought so highly of me.
The person who I had sex with didn’t have a relationship with his mother like
the relationship that I had with my mother. He and his older brother were being
raised by their grandfather. His mother lived in another state and he barely
saw her. If I ever mentioned his mother or father, he usually changed the
subject. He barely came to school. Although he lived with his grandfather, it
was like he was raising himself and living by his own rules. How fucked up is
that! He was a kid and no one was being responsible for him. He had been trying
to get me to have sex with him since 7th grade. Anyone who knows me knows that I was focused on making
good grades, looking cute, and not getting my ass beat by my mama! A 12 year
old penis was not on my agenda in Junior High School. But, my oh my, what a
difference a year makes.
I’m going to refer to my first at C.R. In 9th grade, my mom had finally allowed me to start talking to boys on
the phone. Prior to 9th grade,
she had only allowed me talk on the phone to one other boy name Johnny. C.R.
was also friends with my best friend Jennifer Parks. The three of us would hang
out at Jennifer’s house on the porch, in front of my house on the grass, at
school during lunchtime, or after school…usually at Waleeto’s Pizza or El Pollo
Loco on Rosecrans Ave. and Prairie Blvd in Hawthorne, Ca. At that time, no boys
were allowed to come into my house at all…ever! When I first began talking to
C.R. on the phone, we would do 3-way calls with Jennifer. The
conversations were always funny and normal teenage subject matter. All we did
was talk about people at school and ugly teachers. It didn’t take long for C.R.
to start calling me without Jennifer on the phone. He wasn’t an idiot though,
he never discussed sex over the phone because he knew damn well my nosey ass
mama was listening on the other line. My mama didn’t have any shame. Renita (my
mom’s first name) would actually pick up the phone and let you know that she
was listening to the conversation. Other times she would sneak on the phone to
listen to my conversations. That lady really gave a total of ZERO fucks when it
came to handing them out.
C.R. was a sneaky little fucker. At school he would act like he needed my help
with some homework or a school project so I could give him some attention. I
was a fucking idiot though, because I knew damn well that his ass barely came
to school. He didn’t do homework or turn in school projects. What the fuck did
he need help with? Now I know that all he really needed help with was taking
his little dick out of his boxers. Every single day he was asking me to have
sex with him, and every single day I declined. He would ask me every single
chance he got. He always made sure to ask me whenever we were alone. He never
asked me in front of people. Maybe he felt ashamed. Maybe he felt embarrassed.
Maybe he was asking the same thing from other girls who were our friends.
Eventually, I gave in and had sex with him.
It was the worst major decision that I could have ever made. I am too
embarrassed to tell you where it happened. Now, it wasn’t in a bathroom or
behind a dumpster or anything like that, but I will say that I disrespected
myself and I allowed him to do the same to me. The day that it happened I had
left my house for school in the morning as I usually did. Jennifer and I lived
in “The Maze”, so normally we walked to school together. On this day she walked
to school by herself, because of course, I was up to no good. Also, my mom had
been in the hospital, so she wasn’t home to see me off to school. Instead of
going to school, C.R. and I met up and we had the weakest little 3 minute sex
ever. I had to ask him if it was “in” yet. I couldn’t believe I had done that! Fourteen
fucking years old giving my stuff away in under 3 fucking minutes! What the
fuck is wrong with me?!?! Those were the thoughts that were running through
my mind. After we finished I headed to school. All I could think about is how
stupid I felt. I couldn’t understand why I had done that! I kept thinking that
everybody who walked passed me or looked at me knew that I had just had
sex. I just felt so damn dirty…AND WRONG! Before I got to school, my big
sister’s boyfriend saw me, but I didn’t see him. By this time it was after 9:00
am, and he knew I was supposed to be in class and not walking down the street.
I soon found out that his ugly ass told on me.
When I got to school, I made it in time for my JROTC class. As soon as I walked
through the door and sat down one of the Sergeants told me that my mom was on
the phone. My eyes got big as hell! Y’all know I have little tight eyes like an
Asian, but I’m sure my eyeballs were the size of a Bratz Doll’s eyes! It wasn’t
Sergeant Sewell that told me. It was the other Sergeant. The short one who wore
glasses and he had that huge bump on his head. I had already missed two
periods. When he told me that my mama was on the phone I thought it was a joke.
Actually, I was hoping that it was a joke! I thought that maybe Jennifer or my
other best friend Marcia were playing on the phone. “Hello” I said. I
was scared as FUCK when I heard my mama’s voice on the other end.
“Nicole?” she said in a sweet soft voice “I wanted to know if you washed
the clothes like I told you to?”
I said “HUH?..yes…I did that yesterday!” I was trying to
figure out why this lady called me all the way from the hospital about washing
some damn clothes.
My mom said “OK, I just wanted to make sure. You have a good
day at school…Wait! Did you make it to your other classes?”
I just about sharted on myself. “Uhhh!...yeah…but I was late
because….”
She didn’t even allow me to finish lying. Renita just hung up the
phone. Y’all, I bullshit you not…there was a turd ready to drop right on out of
my ass, and fall right onto the floor, right in that office, right behind the
JROTC classroom! I knew right then and there that Renita knew something, but
she wasn’t going to tell me what she knew until she was good and ready to beat
my ass! Later that day, I found out that my mama called my other two classes as
well. I remember who told me, she had called. It was my friend Danielle Young.
She was like “Nicole! Yo mama called the class this morning looking for
you!” I was embarrassed and scared that Danielle knew what I did that
morning too! I just thought that everybody knew! I don’t even remember if I
gave Danielle a reply. Months went by and we made it to May of 1998. At this
point, all that my mom knew was that I had ditched 2 classes in November of
1997. She didn’t know that I had sex. I am sure she suspected it, but she
didn’t say anything. She didn’t even tell me that she knew that I had ditched
those classes that day. The way that she found out about me having sex was
crazy.
After the one time C.R. and I had sex I
didn’t want to do it anymore. He kept asking me and I kept saying turning him
down. One day, he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies. I asked my mom and
she agreed to let me go. C.R.’s grandfather was supposed to drop us off and
pick us up. When C.R. and his grandfather came to my house, my mom went
outside, met his grandfather, wrote down the license plate number and took down
the grandfather’s driver license # and address. I got in the car, and we left.
These assholes drove me right to C.R.'s house. I was so mad. I kept asking what
we were doing and when we were going to go to the movies. C.R. kept on giving
me excuses and stalling. He was blaming shit on his grandfather. C.R. kept
saying that the car was having issues! I wanted to call my mom to come get me,
but C.R. convinced me that I would probably get in trouble so I didn’t call my
mom. He told me to just wait and his grandfather would get the car running. All
C.R. wanted to do was get me to have sex. My mom must have felt some type of
way because what she did next just ain’t normal.
I was sitting on C.R.’s couch in his
living room, waiting for the car to start. I had to have been watching
something funny on T.V. because I remember laughing…loudly! C.R.’s phone rang
and a man asked to speak to someone named Kevin. C.R.’s face looked puzzled. He
kept saying “No Kevin lives here! Naw! You got the wrong number!”
Eventually, he hung up in the man’s face. When he hung up the phone I knew it
was my mama asking for somebody named Keith. She knew how to disguise her
voice to sound like a man, and she was good at it. And what happened
15 minutes later? My mama called his motherfucking house, talking in her real
voice and told his ass to put me on the phone. C.R. was even scared! He handed
me the phone like he was handing me my death sentence. His mouth dropped to the
floor and his eyes were wide open. I took the phone from his hand, and in the
most scared voice I said “Hello?”
“You know you bout ta get fucked up
when you come home right?!?”, my mom
said.
“Yes…”, I was halfway crying and halfway about to take a shit on C.R.’s
couch!
“WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS GRANDFATHER? PUT
THAT UGLY MUTHAFUCKA ON THE PHONE!” Renita
screamed at me through the phone.
I put the grandfather on the phone. I don’t know what my mama said
to the grandfather, but he hurried up and got my lil fat black ass home!
So we get to my house, and I get out of the car. I really didn’t want to get
out of the car. I was afraid for my life! I just wanted to move away and change
my name and forget my whole entire life! I knew I was about to get thoroughly
handled by my mama! My mama had them HANDS y’all! I had witnessed my mama beat
people up…men and women, so I had an idea of what was about to happen to me! I
walked up to the screen door, my mama gave me a look of disgust, but she said
nothing to me. She proceeded to walk right on past me, and right on up the
grandfather’s truck. My mama walked to the passenger side where C.R. was sitting
and began to knock him all upside his head. She was cursing him…calling him all
kinds of “Lil dirty bastards”, “Rusty Muthafuckas”, “Lyin’ Dickheads”…I mean I
don’t think she even cared that the boy had a real name. She cursed and beat
both of them! My mother HATED him and his grandfather in that moment. After she
was finished cursing and beating on them, she came into the house and proceeded
to give me the BIZNIZZZZ! In the midst of her fucking me up, I admitted to
having sex the previous year. And she asmitted that she was the one asking for
Kevin. She called back in her real voice because she heard my stupid ass
laughing at whatever I was watching on T.V.
After my mother KICKED MY ASS, she put me on punishment, told my big sister all
of my lil business, and made me an appointment to see an OBGYN! When I went to
the doctor to get examined I was nervous. Some nurse asked me if it was my
first child. My mom and I told the nurse at the same time that I wasn’t
pregnant. My stomach was flat at that time so I don't know what she was looking
at, and I don’t know whose chart she was looking at, but it wasn’t my chart.
She got it together quickly because she didn’t asked me anymore questions! When
the doctor performed my pelvic exam he asked me if I was sure that I had sex.
He told my mom that I still looked like a virgin down there. My mom laughed and
said "You got fucked up for a lil ass dick? You got yo ass beat for
nuthin'!" I put my head down and looked at the floor.
Punishment wasn’t really much of a punishment, because I didn’t go
nowhere anyway! I ended up being on punishment for almost a year. All I did
during that time was write, draw, keep my grades up, and create hairstyles. My
big sister was happy that I got in trouble, but she was sad that I had sex.
When my mom told her what I did she wrote me a list that had the pros and cons
of having sex! There were zero pros on the list. I cried so hard when she
showed me the paper. She cried with me and tried explaining that she was
disappointed in me as well. She said that she was convinced that I was the only
virgin left at my age. I guess I was so sad and crying because not only did my
mom kick my ass, but I really didn’t want to have sex anyway. I already knew
all the reasons as to why I should not have sex. I guess I expected my mom to
have some understanding since she was a teen mom. She gave birth to my big
sister when she was 15 years old. I understood why my mom was so mad though.
She was afraid for me. She didn’t want me to be a teen mom. She didn’t want me
to have to struggle or be a statistic. My mom didn’t want me to turn out like
she did. I believe that was her worst fear for her girls. I didn’t have sex
again until I was 18 years old.