I nodded slowly and sucked in my lower lip. “Yes… kind of,” I groaned and shook my head in shame.

“Kind of? How can you kind of go on a date?” Her shoulders drooped. “Oh God! Did he take you to McDonald’s or something?”

“I think a date at McDonald’s would’ve been better.”

Stacy’s eyes widened more, and I was worried that they might pop out of her head. “Well don’t keep me waiting.” Her climbing grew faster to match her anticipation.

“Sorry. He invited me over to his dorm. And when I got there, he told me that he’d ordered pizza and that we could watch a movie while we waited for it to come.”

“Okay,” she sounded apprehensive.

“Well, so I picked Vanilla Sky, and we were sitting on his bed. He was rubbing my back and stuff. It was nice. And then he laid down behind me and pulled me down next to him. His hand went to my hip and then it started to slide under my shirt. Are you really ticklish there?”

She thought about it for a second and then shrugged. “Sometimes. Depends on how horny I am, how softly he does it.”

I nodded, filing that away for later. “Anyway, I laughed because it tickled really bad and pulled his hand away. He tried again and this time he got all the way up my shirt and he was kissing my neck and stuff.”

She nodded, wanting to hear more.

“Anyway, so we did it. He took my virginity, and none too nicely either. He just pumped in a few times and then rolled off me and went to the bathroom.”

Her feet slowed as she stared at me. “Wait… you guys did it on your first date?”

I chewed the inside of my lip and nodded, avoiding looking at her now. I already felt a bit slutty, and she just confirmed that it was indeed rather slutty to let a guy into your pants on the first date.

“Elly! You have to make the guy wait at least three dates before you give him some milk as that dumb saying goes.”

I nodded slowly.

“So what happened after that? Did he come in and say something crude?” she demanded.

I shook my head, staring at the teeth whitening commercial that was silently playing on the TV. “No. I got dressed and left.”

I heard the thud of a weight hitting the floor on the other side of the mirror just before Kent came around the corner. He had a towel around his neck and lots of sweat pouring out of him, his muscle shirt clinging to him. I gasped and my chest squeezed tightly as fear pumped through me and my feet stopped moving.

Oh no, no, no. Did Kent hear what I’d just said?