We knew it was wrong. We knew it the first time we kissed in the rec room at Thanksgiving. We knew it when we groped each other in the pool at the summer family reunion when nobody was looking. We knew it when we snuck off to the pool house and I gave him a blow job until he came in my mouth. We knew it the first time we had sex in my parents basement when his parents had come to visit.
If our parents ever found out, I had no idea what they would do.
It had been two years since we had seen each other and I was seeing David. I met him in my last year of high school and we had been dating about six months when we finally graduated. David had gone to college about an hour away and I missed him like crazy. It had been about three weeks since I had last seen him and we talked every day on the phone. I stayed at home and went to college close by to save money. It was a sacrifice but I knew it would be worth it in the end when David and I could be together and have a bright future.