fem.

i am mine. Whats mine is yours.

I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is happening. I'm sitting on the edge of a cute guy's bed while he's in the bathroom, getting ready for me.

I'm not even ready for him. I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't even think I should be here. It's all too much, it doesn't feel right, I'm way too—

The door opens and it makes me flinch. I immediately look down at my feet, far too nervous to see what he looks like. In a matter of seconds, though, curiosity gets the best of me and I lift my head. He's still standing in the doorway, looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. I don't like it.

But I do like... his shoulders. And his pecs. And his stomach. And his hips. I'm too scared to look lower. I slowly trail my eyes back to his face. The moment we make eye contact, though, he's walking towards me with a look in his eyes I'm honestly scared of. He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me up, and for a moment, all my worries are left back on the ground. However, they all slam back into me when he throws me onto the bed. He starts kissing me, and I love it.

Maybe... maybe I can do this? I'll just let him take control. Yeah. I got this. I start kissing him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth and reaching my hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. I can feel him slowly pulling at the waistband of my pants and I feel waves of hot and cold pulsating in my veins. He stops kissing me to grab on to my pants. I'm just about to lift my hips and give him anything and everything he wants.

"What a beautiful boy." He whispers.

My heart drops. I suddenly lose strength in all my muscles and my hips drop. I stare at him for a second, slightly frowning. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Are you okay, Andie?"

I shake my head, quickly sitting up and pulling at the roots of my hair.

"I'm sorry. I don't feel well. I'm just really tired. We should do this another time." I stumble over all my words, literally on the verge of tears.

"What? Andie- are you serious? Come on."

"I'm sorry, I just really can't."

"Are you fucking kidding me? What did I do?"

"Nothing, nothing. You're fine. I'm just tired. I'll see you later."

"I... I can drive you home, I guess."

"I can walk."

"You said you were tired."

"I'll be fine." I'm walking towards the door, bag in hand.

"Andie—" he starts, but I close the door before I can hear anything else.