"So you guys had SEX?!" Natasha gasped, spooning a blob of mustard onto her chicken breast. Natasha Evans was one of my closest friends. Stylish, bitchy and open to any kind of relationship, she was always the one to go to for boy or girl advice. She had flowing, vibrant ginger hair down to her Triple-E breasts and emerald-green eyes. At dinner that night, she wore a one-piece red dress with a pair of red John Galliano heels. Bella frowned, "I still think you guys are taking it a little fast." She sighed. Bella Shaw was another of my closest friends, but different to Natasha. She was sensible, refined but all about being loud. I always turned to her when I needed help. She had thick black hair to her shoulders and ocean-blue eyes, she wore a black dress with flounces below the waist, beginning with a gold strap. She had a large, gold rose in her hair and on her feet were a pair of black heels. "I agree with Bella, you've been with him for, what... a week and you think he's the one?" Hannah frowned, nodding in agreement with Bella. Hannah Williams was Natasha's opposite, she hated talk of sex and hardly swore. She enjoyed the arts, music and such. She already had a job as a part-time flute teacher. She had loose, blonde hair and amber-hazel eyes with full, rouged lips. She wore a royal-blue evening gown with some navy-blue heels with black straps. I stabbed my fork into the smoked salmon, "Girls, girls. Me and Jack had sex, yes! And it was special. We had fun doing it and... Y'know... It felt, right." I smiled, placing the chunk of salmon in my mouth and chewing, taking in the flavour. Hannah shook her head, "No! It can't have been special! It's only been one week and he's already..." She looked around nervously. Natasha lowered her wine, "Fucked him?" She added. Hannah nodded and took a sip from her Cola, "Exactly!" She cried, cutting a slice of her steak and placing it in her mouth. Natasha chuckled, "Oh, honey. I've been with guys for a day and they fuck me straight away." She smirked, eating some mustard-coated chicken. Bella rolled her eyes, "But that's you. Little Miss lost-her-virginity at thirteen." She grumbled, "This is Ethan we're talking about. The guy who Tiffany and Rebecca placed bets upon about his lose the v's age!" She exclaimed, shovelling a glob of Pasta Bake into her mouth.
There we were, three sixteen-year olds and one seventeen-year old, sat at Natasha's dinner table in her parents' town house. Bella smiled, "Natasha, where did you hire your chef? He's brilliant!" She giggled, wiping excess sauce from around her lips. Natasha took another sip from her wine, "My parents hired him after he quit his last job at Ruben's, that fancy restaraunt downtown?" She explained, taking another chunk from her chicken. Bella nodded, "Ah, I see. I thought the way the pepper blended with the basil was familiar." She said, collecting some more of her dinner and piling it into her mouth. Hannah gawped at her, "You've been able to afford to go to Ruben's?" She asked, slightly shocked. Bella nodded, "I once dated a guy named Frankie Neal. His parents own that chain of convinence stores... I think they're called Mapletree?" She stopped to think. Hannah raised her glass, "Ah, you mean Oaktree. Yeah, I shop there a lot. Sure is a popular chain." She smiled. Bella swallowed her food, "Anyways, yes. Since his parents own Oaktree, he had enough cash to buy me a car. He didn't, I dumped him before he could. But while we were dating, he took me to Ruben's once or twice." She explained, eating more pasta bake. Natasha looked to her, "Why'd you dump him if he was so rich?" She asked, bewildered. We all turned to Bella, who wiped her mouth once more, "He had this thing... Where when he got too excited sexually, he'd begin talking." She said, bluntly. Hannah tilted her head, "I don't see why that's a problem... I see communication as a good thing. If he wanted to talk instead of having sex, maybe he just wanted you to know him better." She smiled, always the optimistic one. Bella shook her head, "No-no. You misunderstand me. He'd begin talking dirty. Ridiculously dirty and eventually cum from all the fantasies." She frowned, shuddering at the memories. Me and Natasha giggled to ourselves, while Hannah was too busy eating to get the thought out of her head. Natasha turned her attention to me, "But, Ethan honey... You can't honestly believe Jack is the one." She frowned. I sighed, "I know he isn't, but I feel like he is. There's something there. Something I've never felt with a guy before." I smiled a little, eating more salmon. Natasha rolled her eyes and ate more chicken, "I'm telling you, something will go wrong with him and you'll be destroyed." She said, swallowing her food.
The next day, I was stood in the Humanities with Bella and Aiden. Aiden still wasn't afraid of making moves on me, just like Terry and Luke. Joe, he was a little quiet right now. Which was strange. Bella was giving us both quite the lecture on guys, "Never have sex on the first date, golden rule. Another golden rule, don't ask them to be your boyfriend instantly. It makes you look desperate." She finished, sipping more of her chocolate milkshake. Aiden frowned, "Bella, honey... Might wanna lay of the chocomilch?" He suggested. She let out a small cry of anger as she drank more of it, "NEVER!" She shouted, hoarding it further away. Aiden rolled his eyes, "Sure. Drink your life away." He sighed, turning to me, "So, you and Jack had sex." He murmured bluntly, his eyes steely. I nodded, "Yes. Yes we did, have a problem with that?" I asked. Aiden shook his head, "Nah, I've always wanted to be friends with a slut." He snapped, before walking away. I was gobsmacked. Why was Aiden so bitchy all of a sudden? I had to think, so I turned to Bella. "Do you think I've done something wrong, sleeping with Jack?" I asked. Bella finally took her mouth away from the milkshake, "Yes. And I think you've really hurt Aiden." She sighed. I looked down, I knew she was right, but I refused to believe it. She sighed and looked down, "You need to think, Ethan. Are you truly happy with Jack? Does the relationship between the pair of you fit? And most importantly, are you not afraid to share your relationship with the world?" She asked, before stepping closer to begin her next lecture, "Guys are just like clothes. And the label 'friend' is just like a price tag. Never remove it until you're sure it fits." She said, heading off to her next lesson.
As I lay beside Jack that night, I couldn't get Bella's words out of my head. Did Jack fit? And if so, was it the right choice removing the label... I didn't know. I snuggled closer to my boyfriend, thinking about what people would say. "Can't sleep?" Jack asked, combing his fingers through my hair. I whimpered and curled up against him, "Y-Yeah..." I sighed, still thinking. Jack scooted out of bed, "Well, if we're not sleeping, I may as well give you this now." He smiled, pulling a bag from the back of the wardrobe. My eyes widened in anticipation. He reached into the bag, and pulled out a Nicki Minaj vest top. I squeed, "Oh, Jack! That's the shirt I wanted!" I squealed, leaping out of bed and throwing my arms around him. He smiled and put his arms around me, "Heh, I know. That's why I got it. I know how badly you wanted it, so I had to." He smiled, kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back, "I'm so happy... Thank you, Jack." I smiled, folding it up and placing it on the dresser, "C'mon, let's go to bed." Jack chuckled, picking me up and throwing me on the bed.
That night, Jack gave me the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.
The next day, Jack had gone to his football game. I was stood in my walk-in wardrobe, trying on the shirt that Jack had bought me. It was a girl's shirt, loose fitting and very revealing. The label was digging into my back. I sighed and looked at myself, I'd never felt more like a girl. But then I thought... If I was willing to remove the label from me and Jack, not caring what anyone thought. Then I should be able to remove the label from this shirt and wear it around. And so I did it. I pulled out that label and threw it in the trash, ready to take on the world in the vest-shirt.
And as I headed off to watch Jack and the boys play football, I realised; There comes a time in everyone's life, where we have to decide whether or not we feel comfortable enough to remove the label of our past life, and try out the new one. And my time had come. I'd removed my label as the lonely, gay and single virgin and try out life as a confident, popular, openly gay and taken adult. And I can't wait for my girlfriends to take the same steps I have, because they feel wonderful.