It's Just A Test

The girl I loved

Alison Edwards was breathtaking. My best friend and I were making bets about whether or not I would sleep with her. It was my dream, and I was determined to make it happen. But little did I know, it wouldn't be what I wanted it to.
Alison and I were sitting next to each other, and as far as I was concerned, I didn't know she knew I existed. She was shortish. I was 6'3, she was 5'10. She had long, blond hair that stopped at the arch of her back. She had blue eyes, but dark blue, like the middle of the ocean blue. Her pale skin was illuminated in the light of the classroom, and she had small, orange freckles, which looked to go over her whole body. I was currently trying to figure out if her freckles went over the scandalous parts of her body, and what those parts look like, when I felt her hand touch my arm.
I turned to look at her, the warmth of her fingers tingling my spine, and flowing through my body.
"Hey Zack, I want to talk to you about something today."
She knew my name. Of course she did! I had to remind myself that we were childhood friends, and although we weren't as close as before, we were still friends.
"What about?"
She smiled with that California smile I had grown to love.
"Us."
There was something in the way she said it. Something that made my extra limb grow.
I grew a bit pale, a tiny amount of melanin escaping from my color, and I managed a shaky nod.

I walked over to Alison's locker, and nobody was around. It was after school hours, and the karate club had just let out. Nobody from the karate club had a locker from this side of the hall. She wasn't there either.
'Better make myself comfortable' I thought, leaning against Billy Hayworth's locker, which was right next to hers.

After about five minutes, I watched her walk down the hall, all alone, towards her locker. Her blond hair was flowing behind her.
"Hey Z."
She always called me that.
"Hey Alison. What's up?"
What she said next might be what most people would categorize as freaky. I found it hot as hell.
Without looking up from undoing her locker, she said: "I want to fuck you."
My face paled, and my mouth dropped a little. I was in shock, but it didn't seem to stop my boner.
"W-what?"
She turned and looked at me, laughing.
"I didn't think that I'd have to explain it to someone like you. I want you to stick-"
"No, I get it! But... I didn't know you felt this way."
She sighed.
"Well, look. It's just a thought. Sit and culminate on it for a while, and when you've made your disicion, come find me."
I knew what I wanted, but it didn't feel right.
"Will you go out with me then?"
She nodded.
"Then yes, I'll have sex with you."
She smiled that California smile.
"Great! So... Today, or...?"
I nodded.
"Meet me at my house" she said.