He crawled into my backseat and I crawled in after him. We planned this, I wanted him since I first laid eyes on him. He was beautiful. Everything about him drew me in. Everything about him I loved. His dark hair was styled in a way that made me desire him more. His smile and voice stood out above others. His body, lightly tanned and smooth; that made me melt. I had a sports class with him, and each class I’d cross my fingers that he’d have on a tank. His arms were sharply defined, though not big because of his thinness, exactly how I liked them. And when he would raise his shirt to wipe the sweat, I would catch myself drooling over his abs. That body made it so I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. And here he was in my car. Our first time hanging out outside of school and we were going to have sex. I hadn’t had sex in my car before. Course I wish we were trying this in his Camaro that was parked next to us but as long as I go him I was happy. I was so scared, scared to even touch him. This couldn’t be real. I wanted his clothes off so bad. Wanted him to lay on top of me. Wanted to feel his lips on mine. His hands against my skin….