The first story was a little rough, and I wasn't sure how to continue with it. Here's what I have so far.
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Adam and I came out of the woods to a chorus of jeers from the football players. Miss little cheerleader Paula was smirking at me, probably thinking about how she was going to tell everyone how much of a slut I am at school on Monday. I wouldn't really be able to deny these accusations now. Everyone had seen Adam and I go into the woods, and seen us coming out a few minutes later looking all disheveled. Hell, I realized, my shirt was even on backwards.
Adam shot back a few retorts to the crowd, "Shut up, man! Nothing happened, dude!" but these guys weren't buying it. Somehow I just hoped it wouldn't get back to my parents or anything like that. God, how embarrassing. My cheeks were flaming red. I was stupid to come down here and throw myself at Adam anyway. How could I know he was a virgin, too? Everyone acted like he was the prime stud. I realized this must be part of his "image" that he wanted to portray, being the football star and all that. It was somewhat disheartening, yet I felt bad for him at the same time. Nobody should have to spend so much time caring what people think.
We got out to my car, where I proceeded to quickly fix my shirt. I drew in a deep breath and looked at Adam, who was looking a little sheepish.
"How in the hell are you a virgin?" I asked, the words coming out harsher than I expected.
Adam sighed and sat on the hood of the car, as if bracing himself for the truth. He looked so gorgeous with the soft wind blowing through his blonde hair. He looked, every bit, the part of the handsome jock who had everything going for him. That's not who he was, I realized. I thought back to our last conversation in the park. How serious he was when he spoke about his future, how sweet and genuine he had been. I felt a little ashamed. I was supposed to be real, and not care what others thought. I'd been too wrapped up in the idea of Adam to see who he really was.
"Tracy, I'm not the guy that everyone wants me to be. I know I look good, but I'm not just a piece of meat. I have self respect." He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. "I'm a virgin because I haven't found the right girl yet. I'm in no hurry. While we're asking questions, what made you want to give it up so easily back there?"
My whole body turned red. He was right, I had no place to speak. I had acted like a tramp just to get some stupid cheerleader off my back. I hadn't done it for Adam, not really.
"You're right, I wasn't thinking. I just figured Paula would get her hooks in you and I'd never get the chance to get to know you. I really enjoyed our time together, and I just didn't want to lose you so soon. I figured, maybe if I tried to have sex with you...." My voice trailed off.
Adam groaned. "You really think I'd mess with Miss genital warts?" He chuckled. "Couple of the guys on the team messed with her, and, yeah. So, no. You have nothing to worry about." He stood up and pulled me into his strong arms. "Tracy, I like you. I like you for you. That's why I asked you out. You seem to think it's a trick or something. Aren't we getting a little too old for that? I mean, we are 18. We should be following our hearts, not trying to live up to some stupid social stereotype. You don't have to pretend to be the easy chick to get my attention. If that were the case, why would I want you in the first place?"
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, softly. It was a long, sweet kiss that felt as cool as the soft breeze that wrapped lazily around us. His lips tasted sweet. His tongue invaded my mouth gently, as he pulled me close and I could feel my body responding, the warmth rising in my groin and my nipples hardening. I was breathless, and it was all from just a kiss.
