Finding love is hard sometimes. I can go out on a Friday night and meet someone, have a little fun, but sometimes that’s just not very satisfying. You know, like you wake up in the morning and you look over to whoever is next to you and think, “Well that was fine I guess. So … when are they going to leave?”  

It’s times like that that make me want to forgo hooking up and just give finding someone to have a relationship with a shot. Then I remember that’s way too hard and just go back to nights of debauched sex with semi-strangers in a stupor. But despite all my troubles, despite all my doubts, I’ll always have Jill. Everyone has a Jill and she never gives up on you. Whenever you’re just alone or bored, Jill is always there for me and I couldn’t be more thankful.

We first met when I was probably 11 years old. She had caught my eye when I was just starting to discover girls and we kind of just hit it off. We started fooling around at first, nothing too serious. We’d just hang out after everyone had gone to bed and it was quiet in the house. After a few weeks of this, I decided it was finally time to go all the way. I was really scared. It’s really awkward the first time. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, so I just went with what felt natural. It didn’t go as well, but Jill certainly satisfied my budding sexual desires. From then on, we were a match made in heaven.

After that things really started to pick up. We started doing it a few times a week at first, but that quickly grew to practically every day. Sometimes several times in a day. Sometimes we’d do it in the shower. Sometimes we’d do it with porn on. I hated family vacations ’cause I had to go long periods of time without seeing Jill, and that sucked. But once I got back, it picked up right where it left off.

Things weren’t always so great. Like any adolescent male, I had a wandering eye. Jill just wasn’t cutting it for me anymore so I decided to explore my options. I had a few girlfriends in high school and, don’t get me wrong, they were great. A lot of the time, though, I found myself coming back to Jill. I guess I wasn’t the most faithful person. I mean, I caught her a couple times being unfaithful, mainly with girls though, so I guess that’s okay. At this point, it’s water under the bridge.

Now, in the last year of being a teenager, Jill and I finally have reached an understanding. I only see her if I really need to, and not much else. People like to tell us that it’s wrong. What I do is unnatural and dirty. I then tell them that they should really get to know Jill and I bet they would be a lot happier. No matter what people think, though, at the end of the day, at least it’s sex with someone I love.