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.