A/N- SO HI! Heh, so, basically, I have a really good reason for not posting this sooner. I figured out that I can't write sex. Which is what half of this chapter basically is. It took me a month, no joke. I'm so horrible. I think the sex is pretty okay, but meh. I would write a warning in here for people who are Puritan and all that crap that ZOMG!!! TEH SEX!! IT BURNS!!! but come on. Who doesn't like sex? Pft.

ENJOY!!! 3Steph

Chapter 11

For the rest of the Prom, I silently refused to speak to Maureen or Collins. Collins was too busy basking in his homosexual glory to notice, but Maureen knew something was wrong. Whenever she tried to talk to me, I'd interrupt her with a, "I have to go to the bathroom" or, "I'll go get some punch."

But when it came time for the last dance, there was no escaping her. She knew I had been avoiding her. She had a somber expression when we walked onto the dance floor. Her crown was left at the table. I didn't recognize the song that was playing. I wasn't even looking at Maureen. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe she had kissed him! Well, that he kissed her. But she didn't even fight it off! It was a good fifteen second kiss! The kind I gave her when we were alone. Not in front of the whole school. And it was usually from me, not my best friend.

"Mark…" Maureen started quietly. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing," I automatically answered. "I'm fine."

"Liar," It wasn't teasingly. It was sadly. She was sad that I was lying to her. Great. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Because there is nothing wrong," I held her closer as if to prove there was actually nothing wrong. Like my stomach wasn't about to explode.

"Is it about Collins coming out?"

Was it? No. "I'm happy for him. Really."

"… Is it because he kissed me?"

Yes. That's exactly it. "Don't be silly. He's gay. He didn't mean anything by it." He didn't mean to make you happier than I've ever seen you with just one kiss.

"Oh, good," She seemed immensely relieved. "I was afraid…" she broke off.

"Afraid…?"

"That you were… I don't know… jealous or something. I didn't want you mad at your best friend. Or me."

Too late. "I'm not mad. I'm just… tired. It's been a long night."

Maureen nodded. "I can't believe I'm prom Queen! Do you think Collins had anything to do with it?"

"I'm sure he did," I couldn't help but smirk. Then I paused. "Hey Maureen?"

As she laid her head on my shoulder, I felt my anger melt away, leaving a feeling of guilt in its place. "Yea, Markie?"

I was going to ask if we could go home right then, not wanting to face Collins, but I changed my mind, "I… I love you; you know that, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I love you too. And tomorrow I'll be able to show you just how much."

Tomorrow. Right. We were graduating tomorrow. Our pact.

I would take Maureen's virginity tomorrow. And she'd be mine. Completely. Come hell or high homo.

"Cohen, Mark."

Fifteen steps. Take with my left hand, shake with my right. Look at the crowd so mom can take pictures. Then another fifteen steps off the stage.

For thirteen years, more than half of my life, school had always ruled me. It told me what I had to do, when I could hang out with my friends, but now I was done. It was all over.

It was a pretty serious thing. Even Collins, who was called right after me, didn't do anything obscene. Then came Roger, a couple of names after Collins. He had even shaved, his cheeks clean, rather than the boyish scruff that was usually there. And when Maureen was called about fifteen minutes after Roger, my eyes were transfixed on her. She was gorgeous. She nearly ran to me after she walked off the stage. She collapsed into my arms, planting a deep kiss on my lips. We watched together as people we knew crossed the stage. Leaving childhood on one side and entering adulthood on the other.

"It is my honor to present to you—the graduating class of Scarsdale Senior High School, class of 1982!"

Cheers erupted as we all stood, throwing our caps in the air. Maureen's arms were through around me. I was an adult. I had a girlfriend for almost five years. And tonight I was going to loose my virginity to the woman I loved. Everything was going absolutely perfect. Then came the night.

We had a tough time trying to find a place where we could be alone. My parents were home as were Maureen's parents at her aunt and uncle's place. And I did NOT want a repeat of the first time I visited the Johnson abode.

As much as I didn't want to, we had no choice but to go ask Roger. He was a womanizer, right? He must've known a way to get around the parents.

After he was done laughing his ass off, he laced his fingers together and peered at us over them. I felt like I was in The Godfather.

"What I would advise to you two, my good chums… is for Markie here to use his scarf to gag Maureen so she won't make too much noise."

I slapped my palm to my forehead, groaning. "Rogerrrrr… don't be cruuuuuude!"

"Hey! That's what I've done before!"

I looked to Maureen helplessly. She looked pale and stricken.

"…Reen?" I touched her arm gently.

That seemed to snap her out of it. She shook her head violently, and then looked at me with a weak smile. "Kinky."

I rolled my eyes, and then turned back to Roger, crossing my arms over my chest. "Do you have anything besides scarf-bondage?"

Roger sighed, scratching his chin. "Scrounge up some money. Get a nice hotel room. Nothing trashy."

"We don't have that kind of money," I protested, looking back at Maureen.

"I have fifteen dollars," she said. "But that's it. And I don't want to go to my parents."

I fished through my slacks. I lit up at the feel of a crisp note. I pulled it out. "I've got twenty. Is that enough?"

Roger shook his head and then stood up. "I'll be right back."

Once he left, I grabbed Maureen's hand. "I'm sorry this won't be so romantic."

"I don't care about romantic," she replied. "I care about you. I care about me. I care about us and not letting anything get in our way tonight."

I kissed her fist, staring up into her green eyes. "I love you."

Before she could respond, a wad of bills were slammed down in front of us.

"Seventy-five dollars," Roger announced with a grin.

"What?" I stared at the bills. 'How did you-…?"

"I asked around. Collins gave twenty-five. Jason and Mike gave ten each. I gave thirty."

"Oh my…" I gasped.

"Roger, if my boyfriend wasn't here next to me right now… I'd kiss you."

"I don't think I'd notice," I muttered. "Roger, I don't think we can take this money."

"Why not?" Maureen turned to me. "Mark…"

"Take the money, Cohen," Roger pushed the cash out to me.

"I-… I'll pay you back…" I muttered, sensing defeat. I reached out and wrapped me hand around the money. I sighed shakily and pocketed my hand.

"Thank you so much, Roger," Maureen got up quickly. "C'mon Mark…"

I suddenly smiled. I leaped up and grabbed Maureen's hand. "I'll uh… I'll see you later, Rog."

"Wait, Cohen!" I heard behind me. I turned around.

"Yea?" I held Maureen close to me.

"Check in the middle of the money," he gave me a wink and walked off.

With a seductive smile, Maureen reached her hand into my pocket and pulled out the wad of money. She opened the bills flat and caught a little square that fell out. It took a second for me to realize what it was.

"Magnus Coitus…" Maureen read off it. "Oh… wow…"

"They gave me a condom…" I murmured in amazement. "At least that saves us an embarrassing trip to the drug store…"

"C'mon, Magnus," Maureen walked backwards, holding me at my hips, her fingertips brushing the lining of my pants. I groaned slightly as I grew in anticipation. I walked quicker, bumping into Maureen every now and then.

With some great difficulty, we finally made it into my car. And with even more difficulty we made it to the Apples Motor Inn a couple of towns over. The difficulty came from Maureen's hand always managing to find its way to my thigh.

I was the one to request for a room, since Maureen was too busy being a giggling flirt with my body. The fly to my pants was already undone by the time we were in our room. Maureen pushed me into a wall as soon as the door was locked. She pressed her lips hard into mine as she worked off my pants, and I- her shirt. They were carelessly tossed over Maureen's shoulder. The kiss that was broken during the removal of Maureen's shirt was engaged again, but then broken once more to take off my shirt. I unzipped the skirt that Maureen had worn to the graduation party and it fell at a pool around her feet. Summoning the little strength I had, I lifted Maureen up and she wrapped her leg around my waist. With another kiss, my tongue probing her mouth, I carried her to the bed, lying her down.

Maureen gazed up at me, her wild, brown hair fanned out around her head. I stood over her, my fingers grazing her side. She shivered under my touch and I smiled warmly at her. I moved up her chest, fingering her lavender laced bra.

"Did you wear this for me?" I asked, my voice unnaturally deep.

"No," She answered softly. "My boyfriend and I are supposed to consummate our relationship. It's for him."

"He's a lucky guy," I answered back. I slid my fingers under the straps and removed them from her shoulders. My lips shortly followed, kissing her neck and shoulders. Maureen arced her back up, telling me silently what to do. I had only done this one before, so I took my time reaching behind her. I worked the clasps, finally getting it undone after a few seconds. I lifted it through her arms. I had only seen Maureen's breasts once before, during out little sexcapades in my basement. I remember just staring mindlessly at her chest for a good tow minutes. Now, I just cut it down to thirty seconds. The one thing I noticed about them was that they were heaving. I glanced up at Maureen, finding that she was staring intensely back at me. I slowly crawled onto the bed. I turned from my side onto my back, bringing Maureen on top of me. To feel her front pressed up against my chest only aided the stirring in my boxers. I felt Maureen's hands trail down my side and into the lining of my snug boxers. I breathed in sharply.

"Shit… Reen…"

"What?" Her hand froze. "Are you okay?"

God, yes I was. I just nodded feverishly, mimicking her movements. I curled my fingers around her panties and buried my face into her neck. "Maureen…"

My heart was pounding fast and faster as I felt her beginning to pull down. I didn't dare look down. I just gliding my hands down her hips and let her unhook them from her ankles. My boxers still had her hands on them and they were rising on my hip bones. Maureen looked back up at me and I immediately kissed her. I wanted to distract her from whatever could potentially stop her from the wonderful things her hands were doing. She tugged down on my boxers and they went down to my knees. Even though the room was quite warm, I couldn't help the shiver that shook through me from being exposed to Maureen. I gently eased Maureen onto the bed.

"Where's the… the…?" I couldn't finish my sentence due to Maureen's fingers touching my stomach as I hovered over her.

Maureen uncurled her fingers from the fist she had at my side. She held out the wrapper to me.

"Here you go, Magnus," she smirked. Even when she was nude and her skin was a tantalizing pink shade, she still managed to crack a joke. I turned away from her body and opened the wrapper. With a sharp inhale, I rolled on the condom, wincing as my hand touched my sensitive skin. I turned myself back to Maureen. I ran my hands down her thighs, her knees bent on either side of me. This elicited a moan from her. As soon as I heard that sound from her, I immediately wanted to make her produce that sound again. I wanted to experiment with her, so I rubbed my hands on her inner thighs. She moaned again, lifting her hips up.

"Mark… please…"

I never thought she'd be begging for… me. I had pictured her as the dominant figure. "It's going to hurt…" I told her in a whisper.

"I know…" she replied. "Go slowly. Just… please…"

I positioned myself at her entrance, but didn't enter her. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. As wee kissed, I slowly moved my hips, penetrating her finally. Maureen gasped into the kiss the second I let out a guttural moan. I pushed slowly as I felt her tighten around in anticipation.

"Relax…" I whispered behind another moan. She listened, loosening up and I pushed farther. I eventually heard Maureen gasp out in pain. I let her grasp onto my shoulder as she adjusted.

After a few seconds, she whispered, "Go."

"Are you sure?"

"Mark, go!"

I didn't need anymore permission. I pulled out and then thrusted slowly back in. my body, though eager, wasn't used to the action. For a few moments, it was awkward. But, before long, I found a rhythm that fit Maureen's body. I began to pick up speed ever so slightly, wanting to give Maureen as much as I possibly could. My breaths intensified and pulled at my chest. When I heard her moan my name, it wasn't like her previous begging. It was breathy and wanton. I wanted to hear it again, so I called out her name and went faster still. She raised her hips up to mine.

"Oh god… oh Maureen," I panted under my breath. "Fuck… god, I love you, I love you…."

I was on my knees, with her knees tight on either side of me. I gripped her hips tightly and began to pull them to me as I thrusted. Before long, I felt my spine lock up and I bent down to push my head into Maureen's neck, feeling the need to push against something. White light consumed my mind and I groaned lowly behind my clenched jaw. I felt Maureen peaking as well. She tensed up around me, tighter than before, and her body arced up, behind held down by mine.

For a while after, we just stayed in place, not moving or speaking. It wasn't until she shifted under me that I remembered I was alive. I rolled off of her, pulling out as well. I didn't separate by much, though. I gathered her up in my arms, feeling her heart pound against her skin. Or maybe that was my own…

"Oh my god…" she whispered into my chest as I ran my hand through her hair. "Mark…"

"I know… I know…" I buried my nose into her hair. "I love you, Maureen. So much."

"I love you too, Markie," she said softly. "thank you…"

For what? I should've been thanking her. For being with me. For living me. For putting up with me.

I stayed quiet for a while. "… Maureen…" but I only got a small mew in response. Maureen was snoring softly into my chest. I smiled softly and reached down and removed the condom. With a grimace, I tossed it into the trash. I snuggled into Maureen and wrapped my arms around her tightly. I fell asleep with her in my arms. I finally was a man.

PS- There are two chapters left. I have one done, and the other one started. I'm typing Chapter 12 from my notebook as we speak, so yaaay!

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