It was a hot summer night when I decided one night to go watch the stars with my best friend Marcel. We’ve been friends since high school. Marcel was always the person that was there for me when I needed him.

Marcel takes a sip of his beer as he gazes up and then I feel his eyes shift over to me. I look over at him and he has this look on his face as if he wants to ask me a question but is debating whether he should or not. I give him a quick smile signaling it’s okay to ask me anything.

“So is it true?”

“Is what true?” I asked curiously.

“That you’ve never.. you know… do ‘it’?” Marcel asked nervously, “Never mind you don’t have to answer-“

“That’s a lie. Where’d you hear that?” I said cutting him off.

I was laying on my back as I flipped myself around so that I could lay on my stomach. I propped my elbows up and put my chin in my hands as I looked over at Marcel.

“Oh yeah?” Marcel said laying on his side facing me, “So your not a virgin?”

“No, Marcel.”

“Prove it, Sabrina.”

“How am I supposed to prove it? Am I supposed to make a sign that says ‘I’m not a virgin’?” I said as I rolled my eyes at him.

Marcel moved close to me as he pushed lightly my shoulder back so I was laying on my back again as he slowly got on top of me. He started caressing my thigh as he moved his hand up.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Prove to me your not that little virgin anymore.”

“Fine.”

He moved a strand of hair out of my face as he began to passionately kiss me.