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“Fuck!”

    I pull up to my place later that night. The dinner with Ten was pleasant enough, but I felt uneasy the entire time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking of Brad. Everything Ten said or did had me comparing him to Brad and Ten wasn’t winning the game. He offered to follow me back here, saying that he wanted to make sure I got home safe, but I saw the look in his eyes, and he was definitely thinking about more than my safety. He talked for fifteen minutes trying to convince me to let him escort me home. I thanked him and told him I’d be fine on my own.
    I close my eyes tight, trying to get the image of Brad out of my head before heading inside. As I approach my place I see him. He’s leaning against my door. My breathing stops.
    “What are you doing here?” I feel chills run through me.
    He pushes off from the door and leans down, bringing his gorgeous face in line with mine. “Don’t you ever say we are just fuck buddies again. We are so much more than that and you know it.”
    Our eyes lock for a few seconds before he simply walks away.
    “I know…,” I whisper as I watch him get into his car and drive off.
    And it scares me to death.

“I don’t know, guys. That’s some crazy shit y’all are talking about doing,” Spencer said.
    Spencer, Jeremy, and I were sitting around the pool at my house a couple of weeks before we were to start our junior year in high school.
    “Why are you being such a pussy, Spencer? We’ve been betting for years.” Jeremy was the main mastermind behind our latest friendly wager.
    “I know, but what you’re talking about is more than shoving hands up skirts, touching tits, or seeing how far you can get your tongue down a girl’s throat.” Spencer rubbed the back of his neck and hesitated before he continued. “I mean shit like this is important to girls. I’ve heard.”
    “Girls want to lose it just as much as guys do, man,” I explained.
    I wasn’t exactly an expert on girls, but out of the three of us I had gotten the furthest with them. As the guys and I got older, the risk factor of our friendly bets increased. We had already bet on French kissing, touching tits and ass, over as well as under clothes, blowjobs, and finger fucking, so there really wasn’t anything left except snatching the V card. At first, I wasn’t sure about doing this either. I talked a big game in front of the guys, but the other stuff didn’t seem like it was too bad. None of us ever forced a girl to do anything she didn’t want to do. Besides, girls used their pussy all the time to get what they wanted from guys, so it wasn’t like we would be taking anything from them that they didn’t want to give up. I’ve had girls, who supposedly liked both Jeremy and Spencer, offer me blowjobs if I let them stay at my family’s beach house and take them out for a day of sailing. I had seen my mother employ the tactic as well as every female who worked for my father. They were all eager to fuck their way up the ladder and my stupid father fell for it every time. What a dumb douche.

    It was senior year and Amanda Kelly was going to be my virgin trophy this semester. I’d noticed her before. She was hot after all, but I never bothered with her. Noah “Mr. Fucking Perfect” Stewart had always been around, so I assumed that they were together. I noticed at the beginning of the school year that she was alone a lot. One day at lunch I felt the chilly breeze between the two of them that got me kind of hot and I decided that the time to strike had finally come. What surprised me was how much I liked her. She was different from the other girls I had done this with. She was smart, funny, and acted like she really wanted to spend time with me without asking for anything in return.
    I had put off the issue of sex for as long as I could. We had major make-out sessions, but I always stopped myself before it went further. I knew once we had sex it would be over with her and I