I was still having problems trying to set up dates with Becky. As I was trying to make date plans, my mother picks up the phone as I'm ending my call. As soon as I let Becky go, she comes upstairs to give me a lecture on the "dangers of women". I told her it was just my friend's sister, and my friend wasn't home.
A couple of days later, my mother got a phone call, and was informed that her father died. This was great news for me! She planned to take a week long trip out there to pay what little respect she had for her father.
The big day came. I cleaned up my bedroom and dropped my mother off at the bus station. Immediately after that, I went to pick Becky up. My father was working evenings, so I had the house all to myself.
Becky had her kid with her. This was a bit unexpected, but I knew it would happen sooner or later. Neither of us had a car seat, so she just held her son in her lap. We arrived at my house, and I gave her the grand tour. We then headed upstair into my bedroom.
Now, I must remind you that we're both stupid teenagers. I can't help but think of how stupid we both were doing this. We tried putting her kid asleep on the floor, but he kept getting into my stuff. To keep him entertained, I took a pill bottle, filled it full of some screws, and voila! A rattle to keep him entertained!
We started making out. She started taking my clothes off. So there I was, buck naked, being gazed upon by Becky, and a baby. It was now her turn. She removed her clothes, and I got my first look at a real live naked woman! I don't think anything can take away this first experience from a young, dumb teenager.
It was a hot summer day, and it was especially hot in my room. Our bodies were sticking together like velcro, while we laid upon each other. Our audience was quietly watching us.
Now, about a month or two previously, Becky had told me that she had an STD. She had claimed that her boyfriend had cheated on her and passed it to her. So, here we are now, naked, and neither of us had the sense to get condoms.
The reality of the situation hit me. She *might* have an STD. She wants to have my baby. The baby she already had was watching us engage in this sexual activity. I wasn't sure if I just couldn't get erect, or I didn't want to get erect. So, she started to give me a blowjob. The idea of a blowjob to a sexually stupid JW like me was even more of a turn off. I then proceeded to recieve my first, and worst blowjob of my life. She was determined to get me erect. I wanted to get dressed and call this whole thing off. The infant wanted to destroy my personal belongings.
She then suggested to try stuffing my manhood into her. Stuffing it in? That's rediculous! I told her how dumb her suggestion was and refused. After this failed attempt at sex, we proceeded to get dressed, and decided to visit my worldly cousin. He was a cool guy. He gave me some porno videos about one year previous.
So, we drove to his house so Becky could meet him. The conversation mostly consisted of Becky's stories about people nobody cared about, a bunch of compulsive lies, and how she tried to stab her brother. My cousin's eyes were bugged during the entire visit. I later found out that he was completely blown away by Becky's hellish attitude, and the fact that she was a single mother.
The next day, my father told me that he had recieved a phone call from a JW in our congregation, and that I was seen with Becky in the car, and her child sitting on her lap. My dad ordered me to break up with her, and he'd make sure the whole JW thing didn't get out of hand. So, I called Becky and broke up with her with my dad listening to the conversation.
I was confused as hell. My dad didn't give me any solid advice on why it was wrong to date Becky. After the phone call was made, I went to my room and cried. I was so damn frustrated. I didn't have the freedom to live my life without the JWs keeping a constant eye on me. I couldn't freely date any woman without my mother breathing down the back of my neck. I made it my complete vow to leave the JW religion behind me when I turned 18.
For the entire week while my mother was out of town, I was ordered to spend the entire day at my Aunt's place. However, me and Becky still kept in contact. We'd talk every morning before I went to my Aunt's place.
But, something wasn't right with the story that my father gave me about the JW seeing us. I had Becky over on a meeting night. Shouldn't the JWs be at the meeting instead of stalking me? Apparently, they had seen me twice while I was on the road. What are the chances of that happening? I told Becky about all of this, and she said my best friend had ratted me out. I somehow doubted that.
After a week or so of talking to Becky, I started to get tired of listening to her tell me complete bullshit about herself and people I didn't care about. I eventually got into an argument with her about her compulsive lying and hung up on her. She never called again.
I left the JW religion 1.5 years later.
I officially lost my virginity on my 20th birthday to a woman I loved and cared for, and who felt the same about me.
As for me becoming a father, my wife is currently pregnant with mine and her first child.
As I look back on this whole thing, I'm glad I didn't lose my V-card to Becky. I didn't care about her. I didn't really love her. I didn't need to become a father at age 17. I also didn't need an STD.
Here's what has happened since I last spoke to Becky on the phone:
I ran into her downtown one day while I was waiting for a bus. We recognized each other immediately, and chatted for a bit. She told me she had a second child, and was currently taking her ex-boyfriend to court to get some of "her" posessions. At this point, I was engaged to my then girlfriend and told her this. Her response? "I didn't think you were the type of guy to get engaged." Not sure what the hell that was supposed to mean. She took the same bus as I did. Before I got off the bus, she wanted to give me her number. Neither of us had a pen, (if I had one, I wouldn't have let her know) so she told me her number and wanted me to remember it. I forgot it by the time I got home to my fiance.
Quite recently, I found out the truth to the story about the JW who saw us driving around. My cousin told me that he had phoned my dad and told him, and my dad said he'd take action. I wasn't pleased hearing that. I would have preferred my dad being honest with me instead of contributing to the confusion, frustration, stress, and depression I was already going through. Since then, I've noticed that my dad has always been manipulative in this way. He's told me many bullshit stories to try and get me to break up with women I've dated.
As a side note to how small this world is, my wife dated Becky's brother for a short time.
I'm not sure about how much involvement Becky had with the JWs. She quit studying around the time she got pregnant, and to my knowledge has never gone back.
Thus ends one of the most insane experiences in my life. There are many more, but I'll save those for another day. However, this experience did teach me a lot of lessons about life; How controlling my parents were, how controlling the JWs were, why I should not date single mothers, and why I should never go back to Becky for a third time.