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 Anadolu Yakası Escort 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. “Hi Rachel.” 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 Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan that bathroom in the first place is because 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 Escort Anadolu Yakası my head plenty of times, but the answers were all unclear. I wondered how she even knew my name, but 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. “Ever been fucked by a girl?” 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. “Kiss me. Just once.” 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.