are you going to do?â Janine asked.
âI need to get laid by Mike on Saturday. And then this whole thing will be over.â
âDo you really think thatâll get rid of her?â As usual, I couldnât tell if Janine was upset for my safety or thrilled at what sheâd overheard.
âDonât worry,â I said. âItâs just the blood from losing my virginity sheâs interested in. Itâs a weird fixation, but she doesnât care about anything else. I wouldnât go near her place. As soon as I get laid, the spell will be broken and sheâll lose interest. But you canât tell anyone. Promise? Really. It would be dangerous if Sarah found out my plan.â
âOf course, of course. Weâre friends for life, remember?â Janine drilled. She was getting more agitated. It reminded me of how she got when sheâd had too many Diet Cokes. She jumped around, gesturing with her hands, blabbing at warp speed. âI always said she was trash. I was so right. Ooh, but shouldnât we check it out? Notify the police or the school paper or the local TV news?â
I put my hands on Janineâs shoulders to steady her.
âNo,â I said. âThis must be done in complete secrecy.â
On Saturday night as I prepared for my date with Mike, I wondered what to wear. Jeans, or the miniskirt? Oh, the skirt, of course. At the key moment, it would be much easier to manipulate. I put it on and checked myself out in the mirror. Good!
The fantasies that had possessed me receded, and were now safely held in a locked cage at the back of my mind. Where they would stay forever, I thought resolutely.
Soon it would be over. My virginity would finally be a thing of the past. And, I thought, I would be safe from Sarah. What a weirdo! âPrecious hymen blood,â my ass.
Thirty minutes later, when I hopped into Mikeâs SUV, he seemed impressed.
âHey,â he said. âYou look awesome!â
âThanks,â I said. âYou look pretty good yourself.â
He didnât start the car.
Why wait, I thought. âLook, we both know what weâve got in mind. Letâs go somewhere and do it right now.â
Mike looked startled. Had I been too blunt? Boysâ egos were tricky things.
âI want you really badly,â I said in a hurry, to make him feel better.
âI donât know,â he said. âI was kinda planning on a movie and dinner first.â
So he was going to drag his feet? I couldnât believe it. Werenât boys supposed to be horny all the time?
âYou do want me, donât you?â I asked.
I licked my lips in what I hoped was a seductive way.
âYeah!â he said. âBut what about the date part?â
âI canât wait that long!â
Mike turned the key in the ignition, then put his right hand on my thigh. âThatâs so cool youâre horny. I like that. But letâs take it one step at a time, okay?â
I took his hand and moved it under my skirt and up to my crotch.
He pulled his hand away. âI really do want you,â he said. âI just need to have something to drink first.â He pulled a can of beer out from under the seat, took a big slug, and handed it to me.
âTake me somewhere to make out,â I insisted. âDonât be such a wimp.â
âSure, sure,â Mike said. âMy parents will be out of the house after eight oâclock. Maybe we could go there.â
âI donât have the time. Thereâs got to be some place to park in this town.â
âWhatâs the rush, baby?â asked Mike.
But we drove off. A few minutes later, we turned right onto the road that led towards the farms on the outskirts of town.
Despite the urgency, I backed off for a few minutes to let Mike get his pride back. He seemed to need to talk on about things that had nothing to do with sex. Where was the cocky stud he always