Daphne stops by without even calling. I think she knows I would have told her not to come. At the time, Brian and I are actually sitting in the living room at the coffee table, which is covered in grocery store ads, looking for deals (for our home ec assignment).

I say to Brian, "We should put this Café Supremo coffee on the list. It's only 95 cents for 10 ounces."

Brian scoffs, parroting me. "It's only 95 cents," as though that says everything.

I laugh. "I'm sure it's fine. Just cause it's inexpensive…"

Brian interjects, "Cheap."

I sigh. "Just cause it's inexpensive doesn't mean it tastes bad."

Brian stares at me blankly and replies with just two words. "Hot dogs." I had pointed out that a package of 10 (as opposed the normal 8) hot dogs (a brand neither of us had ever heard of) was only $1.39.

I counter defensively, "Hot dogs are filling!"

"They're fucking disgusting. I ate them when I didn't know any better. I know better now."

I shake my head and turn away. Brian would starve on $30 bucks a week (for his food budget). That's when I catch sight of Daphne.

Daphne bounds down the stairs without warning. I exclaim, "Daphne, what are you doing here?"

She sits behind Brian on the couch so that he can't see her face. She inquires, teasing me, "So is this the football player?"

I blush, and Brian quirks an eyebrow.

I state softly, still embarrassed, "Daphne, Brian. Brian, Daphne."

Brian turns back a little and extends a hand. She smiles brightly and gives it a good shake, earning her a chuckle from Brian. When Brian turns back to face me again, she is asking me with her eyes and her facial expression what's going on with us. I respond with a bright, but shy smile. I even blush a little. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She's about to ask/exclaim, I imagine, "You fucked?!!" I can just feel it coming. So I jump up and leap over the table, throwing myself at/on her. A moment later, I'm straddling her and covering her mouth with both hands. Her exclamation comes out muffled: "Ooo muck?!!"

I laugh, but then narrow my eyes, warning her to say nothing more. Brian is already suspicious, observing us with an amused expression, his eyebrow raised. But Daphne is determined to assault us both with a barrage of questions. She squirms away and leans back until she is sprawled out on the couch. As soon as she escapes my grasp, before I can clamp my hand back over her mouth (and I'm really trying, but she wiggles this way and that, evading me at every turn), she asks cheerily, "So are you boyfriends?"

It must be nice to be so comfortable with such questions. Granted, guys are guys, and many are assholes who think only with their dicks, but, at least, there's less of a social stigma when guys date girls. I close my eyes and let my head fall, sighing heavily. I'm afraid of what Brian will say. Or, rather, what he won't say.

I can imagine him laughing, and hard, declaring, "Nah. We're just friends."

Or his face and voice tight. "We're just partners working on a class project."

Or his face wearing an arrogant smile, shrugging. "I fucked him, but I'm not about to marry him."

I can't breathe, and my heart's beating so hard in my chest that it almost hurts. Should I offer to get everyone drinks, saving Brian from the question and me from heartbreak and humiliation? Probably only a few seconds pass, but the silence in each is deafening and a little painful. I stand up and am about to ask if they want something to drink when Brian replies, nonchalantly (I envy him), "Yeah."

I had opened my mouth to ask if they wanted cokes, but had not actually uttered the words. I'm so surprised by Brian's response to Daphne's question that my mouth is still hanging open seconds later. Brian's eyes widen a little when he sees my face (eyes open wide and gaping). Then he shocks the hell out of me by saying, "Unless I was just a fuck to you, Sunshine."

My eyes grow as wide as saucers. Brian's voice is filled mostly with amusement, but there's an edge there, too. A glint of steel in the warmth of his laughter. I don't even know what to say. I'm speechless.

Daphne brings me out of my stunned silence by half-laughing, half-exclaiming, "Sunshine?"

I ignore her. I look at Brian with an intensity I can feel rush through my body and shudder through my voice, as I state, "You're not. You're not just a fuck to me."

Brian swallows hard and holds my gaze. I think we both forget that Daphne is there. Suddenly my mom pops her head around the corner of the stairs and says, "Honey, I think it's time for your friends to go home. You have chores to do." Queen Buzz Kill doing what she does best, which, in retrospect, is probably a good thing. A minute longer and I might have been in Brian's lap grinding my cock against his, my tongue shoved down his throat. I whine, yes, whine (Again, not my finest hour, but I am still a teenager), "But mom, Brian and I are working on a project for school."

"The lawn isn't going to mow itself, young man." Then she disappears.

I sigh deeply, but Brian is smiling at me. "We can finish this part on the phone later and then go to the grocery store tomorrow."

I tilt my head from side to side and shrug. "Yeah." But of course, I'm still disappointed.

A few minutes later, I'm in my room watching Brian collect his things and staring at him, my mind racing. I'm scared to ask the question plaguing me, repeating, resounding, over and over in my head. I don't want Brian to retract his shocking statement, but I need him to confirm it. Hesitantly, I finally have the balls to inquire, "Did you mean what you said before when Daphne was here?"

Brian grins, his eyes twinkling. Nonchalantly, he asks, "What did I say?"

I smile, but I look down. In nearly I whisper, I reply, "About us being boyfriends..."

"Ah." Then more seriously, "Yes, I meant it. Don't you want me to be your boyfriend?"

I laugh. "Yes, of course. I just didn't expect you to want to be."

"I told you that we'd be running around together, didn't I?"

I smile shyly. "Yeah."

The next thing I know I'm pinned against the door, Brian's body pressed against my body, his mouth crushed against my mouth, his hands in my hair, on my neck, on my ass, everywhere. A minute later, he's back on the other side of the room, packing up his bag as though nothing had happened. I, on the other hand, look markedly less composed. I lean back against the door, my heart racing, my breathing ragged, my hair a mess, panting and flushed.

A few short minutes later, I'm watching Brian drive off sadly, and, a minute after that, I'm lying on my bed, a huge smile on my face. (I have a boyfriend! Brian, a football player, is my boyfriend) Then I close my eyes and replay the events of this morning. A minute after that, I'm sliding my hand into my jeans and wrapping it around my cock, Brian's name on my lips. A few minutes after that, Queen Buzz Kill comes to the door to remind me that I needed to mow the lawn, but, thankfully, after I had shot my load while imagining that Brian was fucking me, me on my hands and knees crying out, "That's right, Brian, pound my ass, pound my ass hard!" I actually whispered that to myself. That was what pushed me over the edge.

8:00pm

Brian hasn't called yet. I don't want to appear too eager, but I'm getting antsy. I actually call Daphne (we have call waiting) so she can 'talk me down' (out of calling Brian, since he'd said he would call).

9:00pm

Brian still hasn't called. I'm lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, with the cordless in my hand, debating for the tenth time whether I should call Brian.

9:15pm

Brian still hasn't called. I'm pacing now, paranoid questions cycling through my head. Does he regret saying he wants to be boyfriends? Does he regret fucking me? Was I a bad fuck?

9:26pm

Brian still hasn't called. My mom storms into my room, demanding that I stop pacing (My mom isn't usually this frazzled, but she's still feeling unwell and was trying to sleep).

9:40pm

Brian still hasn't called. I'm lying on my bed again, tapping my foot against the bedpost.

9:50pm

Brian still hasn't called. My mom storms into my room again, but now demanding that I stop tapping my foot against the bedpost. She actually raises her voice. She must really be exhausted.

10:15pm

Brian still hasn't called. I'm back on the phone with Daphne trying to justify calling Brian, but she stands firm. She tells me in no uncertain terms that boys like girls and boys who 'play it cool.' I whine and sigh and plague her with buts. But she just keeps saying, "No," over and over. And over.

10:29pm

Brian still hasn't called. I'm starting to get worried (and feeling guilty that it took me this long to wonder whether Brian was alright). Had Brian's dad hurt him again? Was he incapacitated? In the hospital?

10:32pm

Brian still hasn't called. Without even thinking, I start pacing again.

10:38pm

Brian still hasn't called. My mom storms into my room again, demanding that I stop pacing. This time, she not only raises her voice but also threatens to tie me to the bed.

10:45pm

Knowing I won't be able to sleep until I see Brian alive and well and afraid to call Brian's house (I don't want to get Brian in any trouble, or in any more trouble), I'm climbing out the window.

10:47pm

After falling halfway down the trellis outside my window, I freeze, listening for any sign of pursuit. Hearing none, I run down the street.

11:30pm

After a long, long walk, I arrive at Brian's house. Now I'm climbing the fence surrounding his back yard, just as aptly as the first time.

11:31pm

I'm lying on my back on the other side of the fence (and on top of the same rock that got me the last time, but, thankfully, I didn't injure my balls this time around).

11:32pm

Brian is standing over me, smiling broadly.

11:33pm

Brian explains that his dad was being an asshole, refusing to let him use the phone, but that he had not struck Brian. Brian was waiting until his father had passed out to call. In fact, Brian was dialing my number when he heard the thud outside (of me falling). Fortunately, he hadn't completed the call. My ass would have been grass then, especially since I'd been driving my mom bonkers all night.

11:37pm

Brian has my legs up on his shoulders and his cock in my ass, pounding me mercilessly.

11:38pm

I moan softly, "That's right, Brian, pound my ass, pound my ass hard!"

11:39pm

Brian kisses me passionately, probably to silence me.

11:42pm

Brian and I are naked and tangled up together in Brian's small bed. I'm grinning like the Cheshire cat, my face nuzzled snugly in Brian's neck. Fuck! His arms are so strong, his body so warm, and his scent so intoxicating, even more so after sex. Yes, today was definitely a life-changing day. The best I'd ever experienced in my sixteen years. After making this observation (to myself), I drift off.