Darling, you'll be okay

Summer. Finally.

It's May 16 and school has finally ended for the year.

This last three months have been the best three months of my life thanks to the perfect, sweet, kind, sexy, adorable boyfriend I now have. Oh Tristan.

I can't wait to spend nearly every day with him. His smile, his voice, his face is so intoxicating. The first day of summer and I'm spending it curled up on the couch with him. Could life get any better? I think not.

Home alone again. Tristan's dad is at work, as per usual, so we're left here together. Of course my mom would kill both of us if she knew we didn't have any "supervision" but it's a minor detail I may have "accidentally" left out...

Tristan is curled against me and I am tangled and wrapped in his arms. We're watching our favorite movie, "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Just as Sally appears on the screen, Tristan turns to me.
"If I'll be your Jack, will you be my Sally?" He is so fucking perfect.

"I'd love to be your Sally," I smile outwardly, but inside, I'm kicking myself. Why can't you ever be sexy or think of anything smart to say, Lena? You idiot.

Tristan smirks at me, a small gleam in his eye. What is he thinking?

He tickles me spontaneously. I squeal like a little girl and go in all out war with him. We tickle one another for a good ten minutes, but of course he always wins.

Our tickle fight ends with me panting in exhaustion. And oh... He's on top of me, pinning me down.
"You'll never get away now," he teases. Holy fuck. He is so damn sexy.

He leans down and kisses me. It begins sweet and innocent, but then he kisses me hungrily. His tongue slips into my mouth and I moan loudly. My moan causes him to kiss me more aggressively. He bites my lower lip and then moves to my neck. I twist my fingers in his hair and moan even louder.

I pull him back up to my lips and kiss him with all of the passion I possess.

I might've lost my virginity right then and there, but Tristan pulled away suddenly.

"What's wrong?" I ask, extremely self-conscious.

"Nothing... I just." He paused, running his hands through his hair, "I just want to tell you something before you do something you might regret. I want you to be fully comfortable and sure that you want to go all the way with me before you do."

"What is it?" I ask.

"I'm not a Virgin," Tristan admitted, his face slightly red. "Katrina and I... Like I said before, we were pretty serious..."

Oh.

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