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Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away

... time, and he was a very dark-skinned Hispanic boy. In fact, Freddy was so dark-skinned that, even though his facial features looked Mexican-American, his body (from the neck down) looked like it easily could have belonged to a black guy, instead of a Chicano. Of course, I knew Freddy pretty well, but I didn't like him very much at all as a person. And my dislike for him had very little to do with his looks. In fact, I have to admit that Freddy wasn't an ugly-looking guy at all. He was about 5' 8" tall and had an athlete's slender, muscular type of body. But it was Freddy's smart-alecky personality that I couldn't stand. I thought he acted like a real jerk most of the time. The house I lived in when I was growing up was small, and especially so for a family of six. There was me, my mother and father, my older sister, my younger brother, and my little sister, all packed into that 850-square-foot home. So I used to go to Maria's even-smaller house out in the back yard to watch television by myself on Sundays, in order to take a break from my not-so-small family for a while. Freddy and his mother would normally be at church on Sundays. And Maria actually encouraged me to spend some much-needed "alone time" in her little house, whenever she and her son were away at church. However, on this one particular Sunday, I didn't know it yet, but I wasn't alone in the little guest house. During a TV commercial, I went to use the only bathroom in the house. It was pretty small for a full ...

... bath, and it was located immediately off the equally-small living room at the very front of the house, where I had been watching TV. After I had finished relieving myself, I opened the bathroom door to leave. And there was Freddy, standing in the doorway, intentionally blocking my exit from the bathroom. I got very scared, and I quickly backed away from Freddy. He was at least six inches taller than me, and physically much bigger than I was. He had me cornered in the small bathroom, and I could tell from the no-nonsense look on his face that he was "up to no good." And I realized that Freddy wanted something "naughty" from me. Why else would he have chosen to corner me in the bathroom? A thousand different thoughts raced through my mind, one right after another. For example, I thought about how Freddy had to have been waiting right outside the bathroom door the whole time that I was peeing, and about how he must have been intentionally listening to me, as my urine was splashing into the toilet bowl underneath me. At first, I assumed that Freddy probably wanted to see my boobs. I knew that the boys at school always seemed to make such a big deal out of seeing a girl's breasts. So when Freddy initially blocked my exit from the bathroom, I began to mentally prepare myself for what I thought would be me taking off my blouse and showing him my bare breasts. And because of how I felt about my own breasts, that thought truly terrified me! At the time, I was literally ashamed to let ...