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RIIIIIIIIING!

Finally. Fucking finally. High school was over...basically. I mean, I still had to walk the next day, but the complete bullshit part was over. I hate to sound like a walking cliché, but high school was like prison for me, so hearing that bell ring was like finally making parole.

Okay, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but my point was still there: high school was fun for no one but the sad people that peak in high school.

All I could think about was college and the real world and a future where I got to be myself all the time. Away from my parents who, as basically well-intentioned as they were, weren't exactly what I'd call open minded. For starters, they were ditching me basically the second my graduation ceremony ended to attend a weekend-long church conference about "Protecting Traditional Values." Needless to say that when I came out (if you could call it that. Really, I only told my friends and never denied it when asked around school), I didn't include my parents in the list of people I told.

All I could think about was how I wouldn't have to have that shit affect my life anymore. Outside of lying by omission over the phone and on holidays, I won't have to worry about fake boyfriends or sneaking around with my girlfriend.

Speaking of, my girlfriend Lindsey was the only other thing on my mind as soon as the bell rang. Lindsey started working at the coffee shop by my school, and over the course of a couple months, we felt each other out and decided to start dating. It was exciting; I'd never really been with anyone before. Sure, I'd kissed a girl here or there using the excuse of being drunk before I had the nerve to come out, but I'd never had anything as official as a girlfriend.

"Hey," she said, noticing me walk in the door. I sat on the counter and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes and lightly nudged me off of the counter. "Well, how's it feel to finally be free?"

I sighed. "Like I'm half finished. I wish I didn't even have to walk tomorrow so this could all just be over already."

"Twenty years from now, you'll be looking back on these two days as the best days of your life."

"If that turns out to be true, kill me."

She laughed. "Are you just here to bitch and moan in my general area, or do you have something to say?"

"Geez, crabby for someone who has exactly zero customers," I said, faking offense. I took a deep breath, because I actually was nervous about this part. "I was just wondering...see, my parents are going out of town for the weekend. They won't be back until late Sunday or early Monday. I thought maybe...since on Saturday, you work early and have the night off..."

"Why, Tegan, are you inviting me into your bed?" I felt myself blush a little, and Lindsey laughed. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm just kidding."

"I just...I mean, we already had plans to do..." I looked around the empty restaurant, but still refused to say it just in case someone decided to walk in at that exact moment, "...y'know...at the drive-in on grad night, so I figured this was the perfect way to make it special and in a bed and not have my parents interrupt with a phone call asking if I got to the movies okay or if the first movie was good or if anyone had offered me drugs while I was walking to the bathroom."

Lindsey giggled. "You're so cute. You're right, though. Your first time should be special. Candles and cheesy music and all. Anything you want. I'll even buy you beer, if you play your cards right."

"Ha ha ha. Tegan's young. Tegan can't buy alcohol," I said. "I don't know why I put up with this. "

"I do," she said, before leaning over the counter and kissing me.

Yeah, that was a big part of it.

I'd kissed a boy all of two times, and both times had felt so...wrong. Wrong on a level I couldn't even describe. It wasn't...unpleasant, per se. Sure, they weren't the best, but I hadn't had any of the truly horrific experiences that my classmates talked about from time to time. It was just so...oddly not for me.

The first time I kissed a girl, I finally understood all of the songs about love and want and passion and everything between and beyond. I finally understood why boys were all my friends wanted to talk about, because I wanted to do the same thing about girls. I finally felt like I was speaking a similar language to my classmates, and as I came out to various friends, I found myself being able to be more and more honest...and being able to kiss a few more girls.

Lindsey was a very good kisser.

Every other girl I'd ever kissed was right around my age, but Lindsey had nine years on me, and she knew what she was doing.

She pulled away from me before I could even get into what was happening.

"Alright," she said. "I'll see you at your house on Saturday. Time?"

"Any time is fine. My parents will be gone the night before."

"Alright, well, you go get your house all ready for tomorrow, and I'll get myself ready for you," she said with a wink. Again, I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"Yeah, well, don't keep me waiting," I said with a wink back, and then I quickly walked out before I could think about how stupid what I'd just said had sounded...

Now that it was Saturday night...the night...I was nervous as all hell. This was happening. This was actually happening, and the weight of that hadn't hit me until that moment. I was about to lose my virginity.

If I were being honest with myself, that wasn't the main issue. The main issue was that this was Lindsey's first time with a girl, and I didn't want to fuck it up. I wanted my first time to be good, but I had a feeling that for me, that had more to do with who I was with, and I felt great when I was around Lindsey.

I'd almost said, "I love you" a handful of times, but I'd always backed out of it at the last minute.

For her, I felt like she had expectations. She didn't have experience with girls, but she did with guys, so she knew what it was like to be touched. She knew what felt good...and what didn't. I was terrified that I'd make her hate this.

I'd changed outfits and cleaned my house and made sure the food would be delivered on time and every little detail twice over, and I was about to go through a third round of cleaning and re-organizing when I heard the doorbell ring.

This was really going to happen.

I answered the door, and before I even had a chance to say hello, Lindsey's mouth was on mine. I felt her smiling, and I wrapped my arms around her. After a few seconds she pulled away.

"Hey," I said, catching my breath.

"Hi," she said. "Sorry about that. I'm just really excited about our later activities."

I briefly kissed her again before letting her all the way in the house and closing the door behind her.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Same old, same old," she said, sitting on my couch. "Boss is a bitch, customers are creeps, pay is shit. I've just got one more year, and then I'm finally through with night school and can leave that shit hole."

I sat next to her. "Well, there's pizza and pasta coming in fifteen. I know it's not the most romantic-"

"Don't worry about it," she said. "Pizza's fine. Besides, I don't think I want to overstuff myself. Wouldn't want to slow down...later."

If I'd been drinking water, it would've been all over Lindsey's face right then.

"I...um...yeah. That's true. Nothing sexy about a tummy ache." I closed my eyes and prayed with all of my might that time would reverse itself and I could take that back...or that I could have a heart attack and die on the spot. Either would work.

Lindsey just smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I keep telling you that you don't have to be nervous around me, okay? I'll take care of you."

I took a deep breath, then let it out, trying to get my nerves to settle. "I know. I know you will."

We ate dinner mostly in silence. We talked a bit about our day here and there, but I was having a hard time getting out of my head, and I think Lindsey was trying to give me my space. Eventually, there were only so many times I could push the last bite of pie through cherry sauce before it became obvious I was stalling.

"Are you ready," she asked me almost the second I had the piece of pie in my mouth.

I chewed, feeling a little more confident because of how obviously impatient Lindsey was to get things started, then nodded. I walked to my room, and she followed, closing the door behind her. We looked at each other for all of two seconds before I grabbed Lindsey's face and kissed her. Her tongue was in my mouth almost immediately, and I had to stop myself from smiling.

She broke away to back me up onto the bed and straddle me. She started kissing me again, and my hands immediately went to her ass. She grabbed one hand at put it on her chest, and I moaned. I loved getting to touch her like this, and because we got so little time alone together, there hadn't been very many chances. This was about as far as we'd ever gotten.

Then she pulled back and took her shirt off.

My mouth went dry. She wasn't wearing a bra...and like a pervert, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She grabbed my hand and put it back where it had been, and started kissing me again. It was like a completely new experience. I could feel her skin get hotter under my hand...I could feel her nipple get harder...I didn't want to stop kissing her, but I was so tempted just to see her in my hand.

Images of where else my hand was going to end up tonight flooded my mind, and I found myself pushing her down on the bed and taking her nipple in my mouth before I could think about what I was doing.

"Oh, God," she said. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I kept my hand wandering up and down her body...through her hair...down her stomach, but stopping short of where she wanted me. I sucked and licked and nipped and kissed her nipples until they couldn't strain any harder, and then I licked them a couple more times just to hear Lindsey whimper out my name.

"Please," she finally said. "Please, just touch me."

I felt myself clam up a little. "I don't...are we there already?"

She looked at me. "Tegan, you've been teasing me for the better part of an hour. I'm dying."

"I'm not sure I know what to do," I finally said.

"Just do what you want, and I'll tell you where to go, okay? I just need you to touch me right now..."

I nodded and helped Lindsey out of the rest of her clothes. She was beautiful, and I felt so lucky in that moment. So lucky to have such a pretty girl begging me to fuck her.

I was the virgin, and she was begging me.

I reached between her legs for the first time, looking into her eyes. I smiled as her eyes rolled back into her head. I felt around, and Lindsey's moans told me when she liked something and when she didn't. It took a little bit of time for me to settle into a pattern, but I started to rub her clit in tight circles while I kissed her neck.

"Tegan," she moaned. "Go inside me, babe."

I nodded in her neck and pushed inside of her. I'd already realized that I was gay, but if there was any shadow of a doubt left, it was gone in that instant. She tried to keep her eyes open to look at me, but she couldn't manage it for long, and I just held back a giggle. I figured out fast that curling my fingers was a good idea, because it made her throat catch. I moved faster and faster inside of her until she was panting.

"God, yes!" Lindsey screamed. "God, rub...fuck, just touch my clit! Please!"

I pushed my thumb where she asked me to and bit down on her neck, and I felt her clamp down around my fingers. She whimpered and twitched as she came, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of myself...and more than a little bit ready for her to touch me now. I'd been nervous, but after getting to do that to her, I wasn't so afraid anymore.

I kept lightly kissing her neck as she came down. She finally pushed me back just enough to kiss me. She pulled back before it could get as heated as I wanted it to.

"Wow," she said, sounding a little out of breath. "That was...surprisingly great."

"Should I be offended?" I asked, laughing a little.

"No, it's just that it was your first time...and God, I'm so glad you walked into my shop that day."

I smiled and kissed her again. This time, she didn't push me away. I was really hoping that she didn't try to tease me. My torturing her had also worked me up quite a bit, and making her cum had put me pretty damn close myself.

"How did I let you get me naked without you taking off a single piece of clothing?" she asked, sounding a little genuinely surprised.

I shrugged. "I think I had your mind on other things."

She rolled her eyes as I smirked. "I'm taking off your clothes, okay?"

I nodded, and Lindsey helped me out of everything. I almost felt a little self-conscious, but I took one look at her staring at my chest, and I didn't feel nearly as concerned. She laid me on my back and reached a hand between my legs. I tried to breathe.

"Relax, and tell me if you want me to stop," she said, and I just nodded again. I couldn't think at the moment. I had no idea what Lindsey was doing, but whatever it was felt amazing. She was taking it slow, but building me up at the same time. This felt better than it ever had when I did it to myself. I didn't know if it was because it was my first time, but I couldn't believe that she'd never touched another woman before.

"Lindsey," I moaned as I felt her fingers drop lower. She pulled back to look at me.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, almost before she had the entire question out of her mouth. She smiled and kept looking at me as she pushed inside.

I didn't think I'd ever feel happier than I did right then.

She moved with a lot more purpose than I had. She found my spots faster than I had found hers, and I wasn't going to last very long.

"God, I love this," she whispered in my ear.

The next thing I knew, I was cumming and screaming, "I love you!"

Lindsey kept moving inside of me and kissing my cheeks, and whispering "I love you" in my ear before I got too sensitive and she pulled out of me. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I didn't want to be the weird chick that cried after sex. She'd said she loved me, too. We'd just made love for the first time, and I couldn't have asked for more.

I was exhausted. All I knew before I fell asleep was that I wished this moment never had to end...and that Lindsey was holding me.