Psycho Chick #1

Throughout high school I dated 3 severely psychotic chicks. The first I'll call her Tiara was luscious Italian, she had wide hips, small chest but a face that could make heaven moan. We dated successfully for about 3 months went back and forth for 3 more months. I met her officially at a youth group weekend gathering, I was the only bad boy in the group, as my other leather wearing friends couldn't make it. They never understood why I always went on any weekend trip the church planned, I mean any, but it was pretty simple. During the time I actually lived with my parents I couldn't stand being at home, weekends were horrible, angry, unpleasant, etc.. When I had moved out and lived with my bud Randy I went because on every trip I had some sort of sexual encounter with a female. I was church chick magnet. Long haired or mohawked, black leather jacket, combat boots severe disregard for any authority.. Basically perfect weapon for a semi religious girl to use in her teen war for independence from their parents. Back to Tiara. I was definitely a weapon at first. I was the first non Italian boy she brought home. Her parents hated me instantly, but let her talk to me because they knew me from church. One thing they didn't know I wasn't catholic. I just went to that church because the Lutheran pastor "Pastor Dave" didn't get along with me. I'll go into that later. So we met at this outing, I was flirting with every girl there and it was one of those instances where the chick decides it. She walked up to me and said "Let me see your jacket" I of course handed it over, she put it on right in front of 3 other girls I was talking to. I didn't even realize she had just claimed me, but every time I started talking to another girl the rest of the weekend, even about church related stuff she flounced up wearing my jacket. Which I have to say was sexy. She took me to a family party for the forth of July in a little suburban area south of Newark, but still in the city. It was out of the movies with all the crazy Italians there. I was a dumb kid though, and never had a chance there, I was targeted by a line of cousins, uncles, aunts and just sent whirling. I'd never been to such a large family gathering though and was really nervous, and really out of place. Tiara paraded me around smiling at all the sinister looks shot her way (my way) after one of her uncles threatened to "kneecap me with a shotgun full of rocksalt" if I ever disrespected her I was a trembling mess. I was just barely 16 junior in high school, and I utterly believed him. I was getting my first dose ever of ulcer causing stress and couldn't eat a thing. Suddenly I was the antichrist and half the people there must have made a point to ask me if I didn't like their cooking. I ended up eating a plateful or two to ease the crowd, then snuck off to the bathroom and threw it all up. Thankfully her mom took pity on me after that for a little while and she lightened up. We could only hang out together during youth group, or after school and mostly spent all our times making out, playing finger games, etc.. (love that etc.. Today) She pretended she wasn't a virgin, I was a fool to believe her, but she was my 2nd and I was insanely horny all the time. It all crashed down though due to a short movie. We went to a chaperoned movie with my mom and her lover, but when we got to the theatre I took her to see "The Lion King" whilst mommy dearest went to go see some more adult movie. Our movie ended almost 45 minutes earlier than theirs (why do you think I picked it) and we opted to wait in the van. My mothers car was a white Chevy short schoolbus with bench seats for 15 people and dark tinted windows. So we made out heavily for the entire time. My mother knocked on the window as she walked up and we pulled ourselves into shape pretty quickly. My mom's lover took one look at us and busted out laughing. Tiara had a monster hickey right below her left earlobe. I had never given a girl one before, and to this day do not remember doing it, but there it was. My mom and friend wanted to hide it with makeup, but Tiara told them not to worry she'd be fine. Let the battle begin!! Charge!! Oh she won some points from her parents that day, I wasn't allowed to see her, speak to her step near her lawn. Twice her father ran me off the road with his car while I was biking around town. Her "family" made assorted threats at me, but we still hung out in youth group and school. We had sex in my bedroom one afternoon. I still didn't realize she was inexperienced, and was rough on her. My first had been an older chick just out for fun, so I had no idea how to be romantic and tender. She was all game though, we used up all three condoms I had and like a stud I sat up in the bed and lit a cigarette. That is of course when she told me she had been a virgin. Stupid Girl.. I'm still mad about that. I'd like to think I would have been nicer to her, better, gentler. I walked her home with her crying the whole way because she hurt so much. I went over to my friend eric's house that afternoon and cried myself, very distraught. I felt evil like hitler. He blew it off said it's her fault for not telling blah blah.. It didn't help so I went to talk to the Nun who ran our youth group. Sister Robin was pretty cool, gave me this advice "pray more fuck less and for the love of God do not go near that girl's family again without a wedding ring." We always tried to get her to swear, sort of a running joke. I was the only one to ever do it as far as I know and I couldn't tell anyone..Ha We broke up then, she was scared of me a little. She told half her girlfriends I was so smooth and practiced about it (the smoking I think) that pretty soon all her friends though I was a man-slut. The other half ( including the youth group girls) she told that I was just huge and hurt her badly. A little ego stroke, but she couldn't tell them she had lied about not being a virgin. Several times in group she had mentioned her "sexual encounters" before me, and I didn't blow her cover. We got back together almost every other day fought broke up. She started hanging out with a guy I worked with at Pizza Hut and when I found out I shoved him onto the oven conveyor belt and held him there until he was close enough o the flames some of his hair shriveled. She couldn't get a guy to talk to her after that so we started dating seriously again. She was just playing though, we went to some youth encounter thing and right when my mother showed up to pick us up She started deep tonguing with some hippy surfer dude. I was seriously in love with her at the time, blew up punched the bus door doing some serious damage, then sat in the back crying like a little girl all the way home. She sat stiffly up front (ha should have left her there, but Mom wouldn't do that) Mom did give her the evil eye the whole way, and she practically flew out of the car when we got to her house. She tried to make up to me the next day and I went out and bought her six long stem red roses. I hid on the floor of my friends car while he delivered them. Her mom put them on a vase on her dining room table. I sent her a note separately, something about the 6 months we were together. The next day I sent her one dried black rose the same way, except a put a note in it about how she had taken all the beauty in the world and turned it into something distorted and dying. Her mother actually kept that note for her. Hoped it would break her will when it came to dating non Italian boys. I took the next couple days off from school. Tiara couldn't catch a break my friends were loyal, and cruel. They kept getting on the school intercom dedicating two songs to her many times during the day for a week, Queen's "Fat Bottom Girls"(she was pretty hippy), Ugly Kid Joe's "(I hate)Everything about You" The called me gloating every day, and she called me in tears everyday. The heavy metal girls I hung with punched her in the hallways and she was terrified to go into the locker room. It was funny in a really sick way. I tried to get my friends to stop, back then I wasn't cruel, just broken hearted. A friend Dan said,"we understand you have feelings for her and don't want to hurt her, but we're your friends, so we'll take care of this for you." Funny guy..They got her to quit calling me after that, for a little while at least. She turned psycho like two months later. Calling my house every day, showing up wherever I went. She stalked me for over a year, through 2 or 3 other girlfriends, then stopped. Then at a party she and the two other psycho exes got into a fistfight about me. I dragged her out of the fight and took her up the road, she had too pretty a face to be brawling. I think I kissed her a little, but I was drunk, and we didn't really talk after that. She dropped off the scene, stopped going to youth group, went to a different school. She ended up dating my friend Eric, she told him I had a really small dick. Ha! didn't bother me a bit. Not even a little bit. (groan)I could almost write a book about her, but I'm done for now, the other two psycho chicks will have to wait, along with the stories of the stalking all three did.