"Come on, Max," Sam urged, tugging at my jeans. "It'll be fine." He smiled, trying to dazzle me with his unbelievably white teeth. I looked down at the quilt my grandmother had made for me when I was a baby and blushed.
I nervously gulped. "I don't know, Sam. We're only sixteen..."
He tilted my chin up with his warm finger, so I had to look directly into his ocean blue eyes. I instantly melted.
"Nothing bad will happen. I promise. I just want to be your first." Sam smiled again and softly kissed me. I couldn't help it- I gave in. I laid down on my back on my bed, and he hovered over me.
"You have the condom, right?" I asked. He nodded, and I sighed, letting him kiss my neck.
Our clothes slowly disappeared, and next thing I knew, our naked skin was brushing up against each other. I could only thank God that my parents were gone for the weekend.
Sam pulled his shirt back over his highly-muscled torso and looked back at me, smiling.
"Thanks, Max. I had a good time."
I smiled at him and pulled the crisp white sheets up over my body. "Me too."
That was a lie. It was no fun at all. I ached, and I couldn't stop trembling. What had I just done? I had planned on waiting until I was married. I should have stuck to that plan. I felt awful and dirty. My skin was sticky and uncomfortable. I felt disgusted with myself. If only I could turn back time...
Sam opened my window. "Goodnight, Max." And with a quick grin, he climbed out of the window, leaving me alone in the dark to cry.
Hi!
So, I really liked Secret Life of the American Teenager, and it inspired me to write this.
I really hope you all liked my story. I'm sorry it's so short, but the chapters soon to come will be longer.
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