He Was My First.. Then She Was My Second.

Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Author's Note: Here's a short story, about 2 or 3 chapters long. Told in Pan's point of view. If you're against gays or bi-sexuals or w/e, I wouldn't read this because there's going to be some detailed lemon and girl on girl scenes. :)

"Pan..!" I heard a girl yell. It sounded like Maria. "Hey-" She paused, out of breath. "You're coming to the party tonight, right?"

"Party?" I answered, not knowing what she was talking about. "Who's party?"

"Trunks'. He's inviting the entire senior class. You should come. We can go together." Maria flipped her thick, long brunette curls behind her shoulder. Her eyes were lit up with excitement; the blistering blue color shining.

"Uhm.. I don't know. I'll see what my plans are." I lied. I never have plans for a Friday night. I always end up at home, sitting on my bed on my laptop browsing the web. I'm such a nerd.

Maria stared at me and arched a brow.

"Plans?" She said sternly. "You?" I heard her giggle. "Alright. Well his party starts at 8 tonight. I'll come pick you up at 7:30?"

Like as if she really needed to pick me up. I could fly to his house and back to mine like 50 times within a mere 5 minutes.

"Sure," I replied. "Should I bring some soda?"

That's when Maria started laughing.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Soda? Sure. Maybe we can use that to mix our drinks." She replied, taking a breath.

"Mixing our drinks? With what?" I was totally ignorant. I hadn't known much of the party life. Alcohol, drugs, etc.

"Alcohol? Duh?" Maria pursed her lips.

We were standing at my locker chatting when the bell rang for the dismissal of school. I closed the locker and stared at my bestfriend. I saw Trunks coming towards us as I looked behind Maria. Looks like he was talking to Zachary. I instantly felt my stomach flutter.

I started nibbling on my lower lip somewhat. I think Maria noticed my change in expression, so she looked behind her. Then she looked back at me with a smirk. "Oh, it's your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." I said, staring at her. I could feel my cheeks blush.

"Well, you like for him to be." She placed one hand on her hip and another hand to my cheek. "Awh.. You're blushing!"

I shooed her hand away. "Stop that. Plus, even if I wanted him to be my boyfriend, it's not like he'd pay me any attention. I'm not his type. Look at me, I'm such a loser."

I looked down at myself in disgust.

Maria knew what I was about. She knew everything there is to know about me. We've been best friends for seven years now. And we've always been there for each other. Through thick and thin.

So she also knew that I was a virgin. And that I had never been to an offical 'party' (Besides the one we had at school for our student council). Maria said I was a virgin at the teenage life. Because I haven't experienced a whole lot.

I watched Trunks as he walked by us, playfully punching Zachary in the arm.

That's when it happened.

Maria grew a huge grin and stared at me for the longest time. I tried to avoid eye contact by looking through my papers because I knew she was plotting something.

"Pan, dear.." She grabbed my cheeks within her palms. They were warm.

"What is it." I replied, looking at her.

"Will you get ready at my house?" She asked, her lower lip sticking out.

I rolled my eyes. I knew she wanted to do something to me. "Sure, why not." I groaned.

My best friend shrieked with glee. Maria was a very pretty girl. Long, flowing brunette hair that was thick and lush of curls. Her face was stunning, not a single blimish spotted on her. And her eyes were gorgeous. A stunning, brilliant forest green, much like a cat's eyes.

Of course, I on the other hand wasn't really at such standards as her. I had ebony hair, that was staright and lengthed to my chest. My eyes matched my hair color, a dark chocolate. My face was okay, I guess. I didn't have acne, but I had one or two little bastards staining my face.

"Okay." She began. Maria stared at Trunks as he walked away, then looked at me. "I'm going to make you look outstandingly irresistable. Don't worry, babe.." She started to whisper, leaning a bit closer to my face. I could feel her breath wave over my nose. "Trunks is going to absolutely want you."

I knew that this was going to be interesting.

I had had a huge crush on Trunks since freshman year. He was always so kind to everyone. Trunks wan't like the other jocks who were cocky and complete asses.

Well, he could be those to other guys, but never to girls. I first met him in my 9th grade english class. We had assigned seats near each other. He was in front of me, and I was behind. Everyday he would walk into class, I caught a fine whiff of Calvin Klein. His hair was so flowy, too. Tangle-free and it looked so soft.

One day as I was going to biology, I walked by the boys locker room. I saw him changing. It was the most erotic thing, I swear. He was stripped down into his boxers, and his muscles yelled with definition. How delicious he looked. Trunks looked so Godly and dreamy, I never noticed him staring back at me as I was watching him.

I tried to avoid him as much I could for a straight week. But he would always talk to me. Eventually, we became good friends. Maybe not the type that hangout outside of school, but we were good.. classmate friends.

"Come on, let's get into the car."

I followed her to her black Toyota. I threw my bag in the backseat and hopped into the passenger side. Maria got in and started the engine. She looked so hyped.

"This is going to be so much fun, babe." She said, turning up the music on the radio. "I swear, Trunks will be wanting you tonight."

As we drove down the road, I leaned my head against the window and thought about some things.

What if Trunks really did want to have sex with me tonight? It just all seems too unreal. Something I could only dream of. But just the thought of his hands on me, his strong and pronounced arms around me.. It got me a little bothered.

But I looked down at myself, and I couldn't really believe that I could be made into something elegant or sexy. But I guess I was going to find out once everything was done.

We pulled into her driveway and got out of the car to go intot he house. Once inside, she said hello to her mother and we went straight to her room.

I loved her room. It was so bright and smelled like cinnamon. I hopped onto her bed and turned on the stereo.

"Okay, so Pan. I am going to make you stand out. You'll be a whole new Pan once I'm done." Maria went straight to her closet and examined the hundreds of clothes she had.

She had every color tank-top, shirt, jacket and pants. Oh and skirts and shorts too. But all of the dresses she had were so sexy. They were made to show off every curve on a womans body.

"I don't know about this.." I said, thinking to myself. I'm so self conscious of myself.

"Too late now!" Maria threw a black dress at me. "That dress right there will be so hot on you."

I held it out in front of me.

Wow. It was gorgeous. Although it looked really slutty, it looked very pretty. It probably stopped just below my ass. It was smooth and sparkly. I think it was more spandex than anything.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Try it on! I have to make sure it looks good on you. We're running out of time." Maria rushed.

I looked at the digital clock on her dresser. "Maria, it's like 3:30."

"I know, but I have to do your hair too. And your makeup! Then we have to do some practicing." She grinned.

I raised my eyebrows. "Practicing?" I questioned.

"You've never kissed a guy before, am I right? So you'll practice with me." She said it like it was nothing.

Maria was bi-sexual. And I didn't have a problem with that. I wasn't bi, though. Maybe a little bi-curious, but not bi-sexual.

I discarded my clothes and slipped the dress over my body. "My God, Maria. It's so tight." I straightened the dress and gasped a bit.

"That's the point of spandex, silly." My best friend threw a pair of black heels at me. "Put these on."

The shoes had about two inches of heel. Thank God I was short as it was. I'm like, 5'3. It would make me somewhere around 5'5. But I placed them over my feet and stood, trying to balance a bit.

"Oh my God, you look so sexy." She squealed, walking up to me. I was about her height, now. "Now, the hair."

I swear to you, it took her 2 hours to do my hair. First she straightened it, to get the frizz out. Then she made long locks of curls; much like hers go down my back. She even trimmed my bangs and swooped them off to the side. But I had to admit, my hair was so amazing. My hair and the dress with heels made me look 19 or 20 instead of 17. I was in awe.

"Wow, Maria. You did a wonderful job." I complimented, running my fingers throughmy soft curls.

"Yeah, I know." She said, grinning at me in the mirror. "Now is the practice time, missy."

I blinked. I felt a bit awkward. But she was so comfortable with it. I guess there's no harm in kissing a girl. Practice makes perfect anyway, right?

So I turned around to face her. I looked at her intently, and a bit nervous. And she could tell I was getting nervous.

"Babe, relax. It's no big deal. You'll understand after we're done. Now.." She said, taking a step to me. "What you should do, is when you place your lips to his; nibble on his bottom lip gently. Then, slowly proceed to glide your tongue into his mouth. With each kiss you do, get more intense and lustful with it. Got it?"

Again, I blinked. "I-I think so."

"Okay good." Maria smiled at me. "So show me how you do it."

I hesitated. This was definitely awkward. But I decided to do it anyway. I leaned forward a bit and she did the same. Our lips hesitated just an inch apart for a moment, our breaths tapping at our lips. Then we kissed. It was a peck at first, then the second kiss came and it was a bit more intimate.

I did as she instructed me and I nibbled on her bottom lip just a tad bit. I even sucked on it lightly. We pulled away a bit, and then came the third kiss. This time more lustful, as she said. I dragged my wet tongue across her soft lips and kissed her once more. Then I pushed my tongue into her mouth once the fourth kiss came. Our tongues danced for about ten seconds, and she pulled away.

"Not bad." Maria looked impressed. "Now, after you get to the lustful kissing stage, you should put your hands onto his body. Run your fingers down his chest and grip his shoulders. Maybe even put your hand on the back of his head and pull his hair a bit. This will turn the guy on. Let's try it out."

I actually felt more comfortable now. I actually liked kissing her. It was a different feeling, but I didn't mind it.

So we kissed again. And our tongues danced together. She slid her arms around my neck and grabbed the curls that flowed from my head and lightly pull it. I snaked my arms around her waist and tugged at the back of her jeans. I heard Maria let out a soft moan-like sound. I thought it was pretty funny. All she wants is a 'practice'. She is getting pretty into this whole 'practice' thing.

I pulled her to me and grinded my hips against her. My lips flodded hers and my fingers slid sneakily under the lining of her pants.

We broke off the kiss. I was pretty proud of myself.

"Uhm.." She wiped her lips and stared at me. "Wow." Maria said, half laughing. "Let's get some make-up on you now." She was giggling to herself all the way to her make-up drawer. I could only imagine the thoughts going through her mind.


Author's Note: There's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Read and review, please! :)