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It was early Tuesday morning and all I could think about was how badly I wanted it to be 10:30. The anticipation was building; Every single second seemed to take hours to go by and the hands on the clock didn't even seem to move at all. I was anxious, and a little nervous, too, but I guess that's normal. She told me I would feel this way. Scared. I didn't fully understand why until about 10:26, when I looked at the clock nervously and almost wanted to say nevermind and forget about the whole thing. But I managed to suck it up, and at 10:28 I was making my way to the girls bathroom of my high school. I walked in and I could see her black heels behind one of the stalls. Thankfully, though, there wasn't anyone else around. I wouldn't know what to do if bahis şirketleri there was. Truthfully, I'd probably turn around and walk right back out.*I knocked on her stall and she opened it enough for me to join her inside. *quot;Hi Rachel.*quot; she smiled at me, and my insides turned to pudding. I was so nervous, I could have thrown up right there in the toilet. But instead, I said hello back, probably sounding very awkward. I looked at this girl curiously. Megan Ford. Eighteen years old and gorgeous. Known for being a party girl drunk every weekend. I didn't really know her too well. In fact, I barely knew her at all. We've never spoken a word to each other before that moment. The whole reason I was even in that bathroom in the first place is because bahis firmaları Megan passed me a note in the hallway the day before. It was strange, I would say, that she had given me that note. Definitely shocked me. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing; Meet me tomorrow in the girls bathroom at exactly 10:30, I'll be wearing a pair of black heels. Don't be scared. I promise, you won't regret a thing. I looked at that note at least seventy times, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Don't be scared? Did I have something to be scared of? What won't I regret? Why did she want to meet me, of all people?*The questions ran through my head plenty of times, but the answers were all unclear. I wondered how she even knew my name, but kaçak bahis siteleri I never got to ask. Her french manicured fingernails touched my cheek gently, and I shivered. I wasn't a lesbian. I have never even kissed a girl before. The only reason I had gone to the bathroom was to figure out what she had wanted. It was clear, after her soft caress, what she was really after. *quot;Ever been fucked by a girl?*quot; she asked. I was shocked. No. No, I've never fucked a girl. I don't like girls. I like boys. Megan smiled when I told her that, as if it were an invitation to try and change things. She flipped her hazelnut brown hair over her shoulder and puckered her lips. *quot;Kiss me. Just once.*quot; she said. And I did kiss her, to my own disbelief. But it was a long, unexpected kiss. I was about to pull away when she slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I cursed at myself in my head because I kept kissing her for a few more seconds before I actually did pull away. She wanted to know if I liked it.