Our school had a mixer with a nearby boy's academy. One of the boys was the son of one of my mother's friends. He was a year older than I was and had a reputation with the girls. One day, we arranged to sneak out and meet each other. He took me to this spot he knew where we could be alone. We kissed for a while. Then he rolled over on top of me. I didn't know what to do so he did it for me. It was okay. But I was more fascinated with his facial expressions. It sounded like he was going to cry. Then he stopped. "Great, wasn't it?" he asked. I agreed only to be polite.