I was in a long-term relationship with the boyfriend that I have known for a while. I loved him very much. He was my first, and we continued after that, lasting longer than other girls' firsts that I know. I truly loved him, but something in the back of my mind wanted to know and feel what it's like to be with someone else. One of my close friends had told me that my boyfriend's homeboy wanted to talk to me, but that's not all he wanted. I saw him plenty of times, but I really didn't notice how he would be sexually because he didn't say sexual things to me. Finally, one day I noticed how cute he was and how it would be so naughty/devilish of me to have someone that I shouldn't. Our chemistry became so strong and unbearable that it ached my body just to be around him. Finally, the chance had arrived for the show to begin for which I had been waiting patiently. His parents had left town and wouldn't be back for a week. So, that was the great perfect timing. I told my boyfriend I was going out with my homegirls and I wouldn't be back any time soon. After what I had just encountered, I didn't even feel bad about it. After that first day, we had sex every chance we got and loved every bit of it, right under my man's nose and the boy's girlfriend.
— Maria, 19