20. First Time

Tatia

“Gurl! It’s the third date! You know what that means!” my best friend, Jessica, said. She pulled me into Victoria’s Secret and skipped to the skimpiest bras and panties that she could find in the entire store.

I groaned under my breath, my cheeks flaming, and followed her. “Jess, please don’t. Nothing is going to happen.”

But instead of listening to my pleas, she ignored me and kept searching through the underwear for my size. “My girl is finally gonna have sex! She isn’t gonna be no virgin after tonight!”

“Jess! Quiet down! I don’t need the whole store hearing,” I whisper-yelled and sent her my deadliest glare. But it was true. I was a virgin with a capital V. I hadn’t been touched by a man since high school when Johnny kissed me behind the bleachers and spread rumors to everyone that he fucked me.

I willingly stayed a virgin because I didn’t want any rumors like that spreading about me ever again. It had given me nightmares for weeks and had made me seem like the school’s whor