Fuck me?
8:00 pm tonight underneath the bleachers
His hand adjusts his cock after he reads the note stuffed in his locker. He looks around. Confused. Curious. He doesn’t see me … no one ever does.
8:00 pm…
As I wait, fear creeps in. Am I ready to fuck? Will it change anything?
“You?” he says, mouth gaping.
“Do you know me?”
“Of course, but you’re so quiet.”
“So, do you wanna fuck?” I anxiously whisper.
Awkward silence.
“No. I wanna kiss you instead.”
Someone finally sees me. Smiling, I feel a boy’s lips on mine for the first time.
