XLIII. First Time **

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* note 1: TYSM FOR 3K READS! I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT WHEN I STARTED THIS BOOK! didn't know how many people fantasized abt Spencer like I do, uh-
note 2: I dont recommend sex until you're older and actually have a concept on what it really is. 15, 16 maybe. THATS MY OPINION. in this, spencer is 15 and y/n 14. they're freshman about to go into sophomore year. they wont be having sex but still. both characters are consenting. if you have a problem with this, please comment and I will try to get back to you.

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I laid with Spencer on my bed staring at the ceiling. Today was awful. Both Spencer and I always got picked on. Music taste, the way we dressed, how we kept to ourselves. It was like that all through middle school too. We were simply just talking and a senior boy came up and punched him in the face and started flirting with me. I knew it was fake but he did too. At the end he pinched my cheek and told me something along the lines of I'd be single forever and Spencer would leave me. Honestly, I have no idea.

We also got picked on for being virgins. Everyone around us was sleeping together. Freshman with juniors at this point. I don't know how everyone in the whole fucking school knows we're virgins, but they do. Spencer and I are best friends — we hang around each other everywhere we go. Our hips are connected, basically. They make kissy-faces to us and do hand motions. I'm usually the one to blush but Spencer's starting to as well.

I don't want to sleep around. I don't want the diseases everyone has here. Sure, I'd go for girls too, but they seem to hate me as much as everyone else. Spencer dated ONE girl. She said he wasn't experienced enough and was a bad kisser. He's not that bad. We've kissed before; mainly because of what that girl told him. Sure, we could both get better. That was my first kiss though. He knew. Wasn't a bad one either.

My parents were out to dinner. Our parents were best friends and they all knew Spencer and I were 'innocent little children who wouldn't do anything'. It was true for the most part. Except when he stole his parents liquor and brought it over without anyone knowing. We'd been laying like this for at least an hour. Some silence was nice, but being next to each other in silence was better. That was until he spoke up,

"Why does everyone think you're popular after you've had sex? All they're doing is hoeing around with as many people as they can get their hands on." I looked over at him for a moment and sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. I put my right arm over his chest and just left it there.

"I don't know, dude. But they went too far today," I told him. He hummed in agreement and turned his head towards me. I decided to look back. "We're always gonna be the ones picked on. It's never gonna change."

"Maybe one day," he spoke with a smile. It faded a few seconds after that as a small glimpse of hope left him. "Nah, you're right."

I sat up, "I mean, being in a relationship, sure. It seems like to have someone to hold and love. Someone to care for you, ya know? But just sex? They say it feels good, but with as much sex that goes around, the guys are probably dry as fuck and the girl's are as wide as a fucking sinkhole." He laughed, sitting up with me as well. I joined in his laughter after a few moments. "I mean, for christ's sake, just fuck yourself."

"Do you?" My eyes widened as I jerked my head towards him. My face quickly burnt up and so did his. "I- I mean!- I didn't mean to- Ah fuck!"

I laughed nervously and looked away, "Sometimes. Just wanna see how it feels.."

"I- I do too.. If it makes you feel any better.." he spoke quietly. We both shared another laugh before I sat criss-cross and faced him. He did the same. We now sat face-to-face. "The boys say it's different when you're having sex. Well, that's what I hear when I'm hiding in the bathroom." I had to admit, the tingly feeling in my lower stomach was coming on. Was I seriously getting turned on by this? I can't! We're talking about how everyone wants to sleep around and now my body is fucking with me.

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