Mandy hated the thought of starting the new school year; the daily fashion shows, the latest “coolest” tattoos, the new “best” couples and those summer sex rumors that swirled around the hallways. Even the clean, almost new look of the school bugged her; it was all so fake. Maybe it was the truths she really feared. How would she answer the questions that were sure to come from Lora and Stacy?

Mandy had resisted going “all the way” for her first three-years of high school and had successfully brushed off the daily barbs from Lora and Stacy who regularly bragged about their sex adventures. She was close once during her eighth grade year, but Steve, a senior didn’t have a condom and when he tried it had hurt so bad that they had to stop. She had asked Lora and Stacy if she was still a virgin and was wholeheartedly convinced that you are indeed a virgin until the guy “finished” in you. I wondered how many times Lora and Stacy had done it before they were no longer virgins.  

Mandy had been dating Ben for eight months, but secretly had had a crush on him since before they were in school. He lived across the street and they had been friends since they were five. Mandy had long-ago convinced herself that Ben was the one she would “do it with” first. Ben was a bit of a loner so she wasn’t worried about him blabbing to his friends; he really didn’t have any friends to speak of. Mandy was more concerned about how she could convince Ben that she wanted to “do it” and “do it” with him.

Mandy had an indoor hot-tub and it was the one place she would let Ben place his hands wherever he wanted on her body even though her parents watched T.V. from a few feet away. Ben often thought that either Mr. or Mrs. Taylor were stupid or really didn’t care if he violated their daughter in front of them; they had to know. Ben was apprehensive at first; it had been Mandy that had placed his hand inside her swimsuit the first time. Ben was slow at catching on to Mandy’s hints; she had even bought jeans that had a Velcro opening, demonstrating to Ben how easily they opened. Ben was more amazed that a pair of jeans could cost $125. 

Ben leaned across the tub, brushed softly and swiftly against Mandy’s breasts and turned the knob that caused the water surface to blister with air. It had become their sign. “My mom and dad are going to the cabin this weekend” Mandy whispered into Ben’s ear. “What should we do?” Ben asked as he moved his hand inside Mandy’s swimsuit.  Mandy laid her head back against the edge of the hot tub, took a long, deep breath and said “anything you want.”

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