I grew up during the 90s-00s. I was the last of the 80s babies. 1989 was my birth year. I had a brother who was four years older. I hung out with a lot of older kids. My brother got married at 17 and moved out the same year. Our parents were divorced and we lived with our father. The town where we grew up was a old country style, white redneck, racist filled sloppy joe. It was boring, unless you liked shoveling cow shit. I was 11-12 when my brother moved out. His name was Toby. Toby's wife (Rachel) had decided to get married, because my brother is an idiot and don't know how to use “protection". So with “ol fertil myrtle" it didn't take long for his “baby gravy" to get to her biscuit. There was a bun in the oven and my brother was in no shape to be a father. All he ever wanted to do was drink. He had been drinking since he was 12 I imagine. My Father had made Toby “a deal" basically if he agreed to finish school and get his diploma pops would sign his life away to Rachel. This of course was not a good idea as you will find out later. Rachel came from a place called Willard, Ohio. Willard was like a small Detroit, but instead of African Americans it was overpopulated by Mexicans. Most (like 90%) of these mexicans were “illegals" who would work all summer in the fields. I'm not racist and never have been. I actually become very offended at people who are. These Mexicans were nice people, but they fit every silly stereotype. It was crazy and so strange that they would pick ohio of all places. The crime was really bad in Willard during the early 00s. I remember how hard it was living then. The Bush years were tough. Anyway, Rachel and my Brother found a house for rent. It was rough, Top floor, two bedroom. The bottom floor was also an apartment. I would stay on the weekends. My brother was known to have some of the best parties there. I began drinking at age 11, so this was heaven to me. I smoked cigarettes, drank jack daniels coolers, and smoked dirt weed lol. During this time all I would hear from friends (who were all 16+) was about there virginity and losing it. I was 12, and hell bent on losing mine! I couldn't take the thought of being “the 20 year old virgin" The guy in the downstairs apartment was named Tree or at least that's what we called him. He had a wife, who had a younger brother (my age) and sister who was 17. The brothers name was Doug. The sisters name was April. Doug was a bit of a trouble maker, but I hung out with him. I had attempted to lay my moves on this hot spanish girl named “sassy" she was so sexy! Unfortunately she ducked me for a older guy and it hurt my ego. I knew what I needed to do right then and there. The V card needed to be shredded. Doug had walked Sassy home, because I told her to f off. He also ended up banging her. I was pissed. Doug offered my a “peace offering" “you know my sister thinks your cute." he said. I was like “oh yeah?" Now April was a different type of girl. She wasn't ugly, but she didn't take care of herself. This was the ghetto and we were ghetto kids. She was about 4"9 frizzy dark blonde hair and green eyes. She had Bs if she was lucky and some curves. She dressed not very well either. I had bought my first pack on condoms the week prior. “Non Lubercated" *note*-Don't by Non anything when it comes to rubbers lol. Doug introduced us and we started hanging out. There was another guy named Justin Dull (his name suited him well because he was Dull AF) Dude was like 20 and still lived with moms and didn't have a job. He had this Pontiac Sunfire which had a nice system. He would always take us for rides. That music was crazy loud! After we came back I had started drinking and April joined me. I knew dead bodies that were more talkative but it was fine. The night started getting late and Doug had passed out on the floor. Her sister was passed out too. The saggy couch (probably stolen from a dumpster) was all ours! I put the moves on her, and she was all about it! I guess she didn't care about “diddling a 12 year old" or maybe the thought of prison was “exciting" The kisses got sloppy and she took my shirt off. I took her goodwill shirt off as well as her bra and was very careful not to break it. from the chest up the girl was a 6.5-7. She had jeans on and I unblocked them. I was thinking “I can't wait to see this nice pussy man! I bet its nice and stubbly and she probably wearing a nice black thong I started pulling the jeans down, but as I did I was up close with my face. I got a “wiff” of something that smelled like a can of tuna left in the sun for 3 days. I gagged. “stay strong, remember V card!” I reminded myself. I looked at her underwear and they were granny panties (most likely bought at the goodwill too)I ripped them off and it was like I had jumped in the dumpster behind Long John Silvers. Oh my lord was it rancid! 20 years later I can still remember that smell, but that wasn't the worst part. She had a bush the size of a small afro. All crusty and shit. So I hurried up and put my condom on. I can't be too hard on her though, my dick was probably only 2.5 inches if I was lucky back then. I comenced to doing the “dirty deed" It was so horrible. When I'd breathe through my nose I'd gag. “I sure hope all women don't have Bob Ross in their muff" I thought to myself. “take one for the team" What was probably 7 minutes lasted and eternity for me. I used my mouth to breathe. I closed my eyes and pictured Sassy. It helped. She was Moaning like A patient in the window licking facility. Once I came the relief was finally over. I hung out until she fell asleep and went upstairs to tell my brother and Rachel all about it. They were appauled and demanded I take a bath in bleach. I swear that smell was on my fingers for days. We would end up separated because of my big mouth. I wished her well. Since then she has gained 500lbs and went gay. Since then I never found another person who smelled even half as bad. Times were rough in the hood. So please.. take care of Yourself. Hairs OK, but don't smell like a dead catfish lol, its just no fun for anyone.