Come back tomorrow. I'll make sure she's out of the house." Is all she said in response. I felt like a fool, left in silence as she got up to walk me to the door.

 

"Is that a...yes?" I manage to stutter as she gently ushers me out of the house.

"It's a 'give me time to think' and come back tomorrow" she replies sweetly, kissing me on the cheek. "Don't worry. It'll stay between us, regardless of what I decide."

And with that, the door was closed. Conversation over. Staring at the door in stunned silence wondering what the hell I just did. Cursing myself just like the year before, but it was done. All I could do, was wait.

I walked home in somewhat of a daze, thinking of how messed up things must have been for me to do the things I've done. Realising the lengths I was going to in order to live out these experiences. The risks I was taking. Why couldn't I have done what every other teenager was doing, and go with each other?

But that simply wasn't me. I had to accept that. 

The following day, I made my way back to Sharon's house, walking perhaps a little too quickly, eager to know what she had decided.

As I turned onto her street, I narrowly avoided Anne as she left the house, swearing up a storm and slamming the door behind her. If she was in less of a rage, she would have noticed me. Thankfully that wasn't the case and after laying low for a few minutes, I headed up to the front door and knocked.

It wasn't long before she opened the door, that sweet, warming smile across her face once she noticed it was me. Opening the door further to usher me inside, making sure that no-one was watching.

  "You timed that well." She chuckled, closing the door and, unbeknownst to me at the time, locking it.

  "Narrowly missed Anne as she stormed off" I say sheepishly, trying to sound cool and clearly failing. "Usual tantrums?"

"No, this one was a tad more intentional on my part." She replied as she started to close the curtains. It was at this moment that I realised, she seemed to only be wearing a silk night gown, excitment began to rise in me, but I wouldn't act until I knew for certain.

"An-any idea how long she'll be?"

"Hours. Easily." She says plainly, turning to face me as my hands started to shake.

"S-so, does this mean-

"Yes." She said softly, undoing her gown, letting it fall off of her, revealling only a Red lace Bra and G-string. Both of which barely containing her lucious breasts and curves.

"It took me a while to decide" she said with a soft velvety voice. "But, I realised that you're old enough now to know what you want. I just want to hear you say it."

"S-say it?" I stutter, nerves getting worse as I struggle to keep my eyes off of her body.