It was two weeks before the start of grade 8. My Dad and I had moved into a semi in the other end of the city, which meant for the first time I’d be starting a new school.
At my old school there really wasn’t the ‘popular/unpopular’ kid, everyone just got along fine. But now for the first time since JK I’d have to make new friends.
Well, two weeks before school I made my first friend. My first friend who would turn out to be much more, in so many ways over the years.

A girl around my age was helping move boxes into the house beside me. She had on torn black jeans and a long t-shirt.
A few days had passed and I was in the backyard when I heard a voice yell out “hey”. I look around but couldn’t see anyone. “Down here” the voice yelled, and I look towards to basement window of our new neighbour.

It was the girl. It looked like she, like me, had a room in the basement. She introduced herself as Sam. After I introduced myself she came out the narrow window and came over to me. She asked if I wanted to hang out. The rest of the summer holiday we spent every minute together, whether it was playing video games at her place or (most often) hanging out in the nearby woods.

When it was time for school we decided to stick together, since we didn’t know anyone else.

To sum up grade 8 in as few words. Brutal, especially for Sam. She was constantly tormented and teased by other girls, whereas I was just generally ignored by people. Outside of school we found peace hanging out together in the woods.

Grade 9, starting high school we thought things might be different – however they weren’t. We did make another friend, who like Sam was constantly teased for his slightly ‘darker’ style of dress. He didn’t hang out after school with us, but the three of us did stick together while at school.

By the end of grade 9, Sam had a habit of tapping on my window late at night to either come in or for me to come out and hang out with her in the woods. We didn’t do much other then talk. While I really liked Sam, I wasn’t sure if she was ready (or even wanted) to date.
After a rather tough day at school for Sam, she tapped on my window at around 11pm. In my boxers I go over to the window and open it for her. I then went back to my bed.
“Can I sleep here tonight” Sam asked.
“Sure” I said.
“Don’t look, close your eyes” she said to me.

I closed my eyes, but could hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor. With my eyes still closed I felt her lift the covers and slide into bed. She then put her arm around me as she leaned in close to my back. I could tell she still had on her underwear, but no bra.
“I’ve just had a bad day and need to be with someone I trust” she said.

She would do this quite often, but it wasn’t until we were both 16 and in grade 10 when things escalated.

When she came into bed one night, she asked me if I’ve ever had sex. I told her no – she said the same. Sam then said she liked me a lot. Usually I slept with my back to her (she preferred it that way), so I turned to face her and told her I liked her as well. She then turned me on my back and sat on my stomach. Unlike previous times where she’d keep her panties on, she was completely naked this time. Sam leaned forward and kissed me. She then lowered my boxers to my knees and slowly began to sit on my dick. It took some time as this was her first time. I could feel something running down my dick to my legs (which turned out to be blood). After a while when Sam felt more comfortable, she just slowly rode me.

She just kept riding my dick until I shot my load – yes inside her. (fortunately she didn’t get pregnant).

Although she started to sleep in my bed nearly every night, we only had sex once or twice a week at the most.

By grade 11 we had fallen completely in love with one another. But it was grade 11 when our real adventure had begun. At nights we both started to go out and spend late nights out. At first we spent most of our time in the woods. We would just talk, drink, make out or have oral sex.
Sam however wanted to get a little crazier, so she suggested we break into old abandoned buildings nearby. The rush she got made her pretty horny. We would strip everything off and she would ride me hard. Whether she was faking it or not, she loved to scream as we fucked. I think she just like the echo in old buildings, but either-way it was a turn on. From old factories to old homes, to even an old hospital we ended up spending our nights having sex in these places.

The biggest rush came when we returned to an old factory we had visited before. We were on the third floor and as usual she was on top of me, when we heard a noise. We broke out a little hole in a dirt covered window to see a car below with its headlights on. It was a cop car. We saw one cop standing outside it with a flashlight. We were just about to put our clothes on when we heard footsteps in the hall, and a muffled voice coming over the police scanner.
We hid behind the door, clothes in hand waiting for the cop to pass. Instead he opened the door and flashed his light around. He stopped in the corner where we were having sex. I saw in the light a piece of clothing. The cop came in. The open door hid us. When the cop went over and bent down we just took off. The cop heard us and instantly started to follow. As he was saying something to his partner over his mic, Sam was loving it. Screaming her head off in enjoyment. Although I was scared as fuck, I have to admit the rush was amazing.

Somehow we stormed out of the building without getting caught and we ran into the woods where we hid (and put our clothes back on).

Sam was coming to school less and less. I think our late nights together took a toll on her so she slept during the day. I can’t say I was any better, often dozing off in class. One day however I heard one of the girls that constantly teased Sam since grade 8 say she and her parents were going on vacation.
That night as Sam and I lay in the woods, I asked her how she felt about breaking into someone’s house when they were away. “Sounds like fun. More challenging than an abandoned building” she said.
She loved the idea even more after I told her whose house it was.

When the day arrived Sam was more than pumped. We met in the woods that night at around 9pm and started for the girls house. When we arrived we scouted the area out. The backyard was our best chance. When we went to the back I tried the rear door. Open. What luck we thought.

Sam looked up and down every inch of the house, studying every photograph. I think she was trying to figure out what made this girl such a bitch. We got to the girls room. Sam told me to check out the parents room as she looked at her stuff.

10 minutes later Sam calls for me to come there. I open the door to see her sitting on the girls bed, dressed in her preppy clothing. She pointed for me to come there. When I did she threw me on my back onto the bed. She didn’t waste any time in tackling my pants. She hiked the skirt she was wearing up and sat on my cock and began riding me.

“Bet this is the most action this bed will ever see” Sam said as she fucked me hard.

Sam had come to like it when I came inside of her, but this time she had me shoot my load all over her face and the shirt she wore.
After we had finished Sam took the clothes off and put them back. She then picked out a few items she liked and stuffed them in her bag. She then asked me for my bag, where she put the girls laptop in. Breaking into places was one thing, but I didn’t feel completely comfortable steeling. Sam saw this in my eyes, that when she said “just think of everything this bitch has done to me”.

Over a week later the girl was talking all about her things being stolen. I waited to hear about the cum covered clothes, but she either hadn’t noticed yet or too embarrassed to mention it.

With less than two months of school left, Sam had decided to drop out. She was going to fail that year so she decided to just leave the school. A few nights later while we were in bed, she asked if I’d run away with her when summer started.
I was crazy for her so there was no hesitation. I knew she would go either-way as there was nothing left there for her. I asked why we don’t just leave tomorrow, but she said I should finish the school year, and also her birthday was a month away. For whatever reason she wanted to be 17 when we left.

For the next month I laid low at school as Sam did her thing during the day – which turned out to be petty things to get money.
A week before leaving I decided to tell my Dad. We had always been close. At first I told him about dropping out – which he was surprisingly alright with, probably because I said I’d go back eventually. When I told him I was going to travel with Sam, he was a bit more concerned. He knew I loved her and he actually did like having her around. My Dad knew that we had our hearts set on leaving so he wouldn’t talk us out of it.

School was finished and the day Sam and I waited for was here. My Dad actually called Sam and I into our living room before we left.
He told us if we ever needed anything to call him. He also asked I call every now and then to just make sure I was alright. As we got up, he handed me an envelope and said “don’t flash it around and just be careful with it”.

It was $5000. An hour later we left and started walking. With the $5000 my Dad gave us, Sam had managed to earn $4000 in the past month. I didn’t bother to ask but we had $9000 in cash and the open road ahead of us.