Even though the signs were already there. I just didn't see it.We met in our sophomore year in high school. We would eventually have a number of class...s together in the years I would know her. She was what I would call a "hood chick." Or what others would call a “bad girl” mentality. She would not be appealing to me right off the bat, but over time she would.She wasn’t ugly by any means, but her looks and curves didn’t pop out to me until later on. Her sex appeal was off the charts. She. "I'll be lucky if I can pick anything up at allm" I said as Debbieadmired her new nail extensions as well."Well I'll be pulling these down Gavin's back early tomorrow morningm"she said with a smirk."Too much informationm" I said as the hairstylist and her assistantjoined us in the hallway................The rest of the afternoon was pretty boring really as we sat aroundwaiting for the time to get ready. I protested my hunger mid afternoonas my stomach thought my throat was cut.* Debbie insisted. I even played some Sesame Street stuff. Before I knew it she was holding my guitar and I was teaching her some simple cords. We were singing and enjoying the moment when the door opened and a very large and very portly gentleman barged in. Without the slightest thought he demanded to know who I was, why wasn’t his dinner served, and the family seated at the table. He did not seem like a very nice individual. Angel ignored him and offered her apology to me for his rudeness. She walked over to. Yeah... I'm your sex toy, Tommy. You can fuck me like that all you want! That was fucking awesome! But I got some new for you, big brother, I was a virgin until tonight. But now I ain't one, thanks to you!" Great! Now get outta here so I can get some sleep. You're a pest, Ima."I just grinned at him, put on my clothes and slipped out of his room. I had a wonderful, warm feeling in my cunt.The next day, every time I passed Tommy in the hall, I would whisper, "virgin ****r!" And he would punch me.