Two days before graduation. We’d known each other since first grade, and we were sworn enemies. I was the smartest girl. He was the smartest boy. He had the higher GPA, but only because he didn’t take PE one semester, doctor’s excuse. But the class voted me to give the speech at commencement. “Want me to help you?” he asked. “In case you need help spelling some of the big words.” This was a dig. In a spelling bee in second grade I’d missed ocean. O T I O N. I’d thought I was being so smart, but instantly the smirk on Sean’s face told me I should have tried O S H U N.

In junior high he made up a rhyme:

Braidy, Braidy,
So afraidy,
Nose in the air
Like a stuck-up lady.

I got even with:

Sean, Sean,
So forlorn.
Beats his meat
From dusk to dawn.

I was the one who got detention.

We were both virgins. I think most of the kids in class thought we were gay. I knew better. I saw the way he looked at me. He wanted to be friends. He was afraid I’d reject him. Maybe I would have.

“You know I love you,” he said. We were walking home from the bus stop. Neighbors.

“Now you tell me,” I said. “You’re so stupid.”

“I am stupid,” he said. “Stupid in love with you.”

“Okay, then we’d better fuck, just to make sure,” I told him. Not that I thought that would scare him off. “You got any condoms?”

“I can get some,” he said. “Probably.”

“I’ve been on birth control since sophomore year,” I told him.

“Your mom?” he said.

“Yeah, my mom. So where shall we do it?”

“My folks are out of town,” he said.

Truth is I was nervous. I wanted to back out. But I went up the stairs. His bed had a bedspread with a pirate ship. “It’s like sleeping under the ocean,” he said.

“Ha ha,” I fake laughed. “I want to do it in your parents’ bed.”

“They’d kill me,” he said.

“So what?” I said. “Yes or no?”

We undressed ourselves. We stood naked, staring at each other. He had a nice dick, I suppose, jutting up stiff and proud. I dove onto the bed. Stretched out. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

He crawled on. He crawled over me. I spread my legs as wide as they would go. “Come on, put it in,” I said.

He put it in. It didn’t hurt. It felt okay. He lasted about six seconds. “Oh God,” he groaned, and I felt the pulse of him filling me with cum. “Oceans of cum,” I told him. He didn’t laugh. He rolled off.

“That was sensational,” I said. “Not.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked.

“We’ll see,” I said. I put my foot against his penis. So slippery. I rowed my foot slowly up and down. It didn’t take him long to stiffen up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. His fingers were playing with the lips of my pussy. Then he put some fingers inside. One, two, five, eight. “You’re so wet,” he said. “So wet and beautiful.”

I came. The convulsions were breathtaking. Maybe like drowning. “Be in me now,” I whimpered.

He was in me. It felt so good, just lying there, with his cock in my cunt. My cunt, my cunt, my cunt. I came again. He came again.

I rolled him over. I reached behind and stuffed him in again. I fucked him. I fucked him until we were both coming. Wave after wave of purest pleasure.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you,” I snarled.

I got off. I got dressed. The bed was a swampy mess. I’d let him deal with it.