Regrets begin to creep up on us and take us by surprise. When we least expect it we stumble into a regret. When I stumble I often end up staring at 19...84. So let’s start with the “excuses”. What were my excuses? Well I was incredibly young: sixteen to be exact. I was a very horny virgin. I was nervous. It happened so fast. It was what we would call back then a “quickie”. It meant nothing. No, I’m not kidding, it really meant nothing. Pretty lame excuses. What was my regret you ask? Her name is. I breathed in the sweet fragrance. She reminded me of moonlit evenings on the shore. "Why don't you join me?"I looked up at her, startled out of my daydreams. I thought that she was joking around, but when I saw her face, I knew she was serious. "Are you sure?" I felt my cheeks redden.Nadine was powerful and charismatic, and she loved playing on my curiosity."Noone will ever know," she whispered into my ear.My mouth dropped as she unfastened her bra, and her large, perfect breasts sprang free.I. She was a short 5'5 thick light skinned girl with a nice body or at least to me it was nice. she had short dark hair and nice thick lips. we had been friends for years and would talk about things when ever we needed it. "my boyfriend just left me for a black chick and it hurt" she said starting to cry. "aw becky i'm sorry that happened to you, he is a fool for leaving you" i said trying to make her feel better. "your just saying that aren't you?" she asked. "no i mean if i was him i would have. I know just who to ask.”Dan got permission from Ms. Kingsly to form a club. The only issue was that Dan needed an actual purpose for the club.He told the principal that it would be a club about sex-positivity. She knew it was nonsense, a means to an end.For the purpose of the club activities, she offered the school theater for their use. A cramped space that had the feel of a classic movie room.Still, it was plenty for their purposes and the seats weren’t too old.Greg had invited other bullied.