"So you want to get in my pants tonight so you can brag all summer to the kids how you finally broke Robyn Durant's cherry."

"Aw, shit, Robyn. I love you!"

Barry grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled my hips forward. He ground his straining cock against me. I could feel its heat through all our clothes. For an instant I was aware of what was happening to my own body. It was getting harder to ignore the shivering rushes of pleasure as Barry touched me. But I could control myself. I'd always been able to in the past. And a lot of boys had tried to fuck me. They'd been trying since I was twelve and I was eighteen now.

"God, you're beautiful!" Barry pushed me closer to the bedroom at the end of the hall. The other kids had kind of stayed away from it, knowing that Barry had ideas about using it. There was an unspoken excitement that night, everyone had sensed it. I wondered if Barry had talked about me to the other guys. About how he was going to take care of Robyn Durant, once and for all. Barry wasn't really such a bad dude. I even liked him… kind of. But he thought plenty of himself, too. He was tall and strong and blond. He had letters in every sport. The coaches thought he was hot shit. Every girl from junior high up felt the same way. But for me he was just another guy with a cock who thought he could put it inside any girl he met. And once inside, they thought they had you, the bastards!

That was because most girls were so damned wishy-washy. A guy fucked them and they freaked. It had to be true love then. I heard all that crap in the showers before gym. But it never worked out like they wanted. They didn't know the first thing about will power.

"You smell so good."

Barry pulled me inside the bedroom and closed the door. It was pretty dark. But a glimmer of light came from the bathroom. It was probably his folks' room.