I'm In Love With A Rebel

What Is Wrong With Me?!

"Becky, are you okay?" Connie sat down next to me.
"No! I don't know what's happening! I'm sweating all over, my heart is racing, my thighs are on fire—"
"Your thighs?"
"My throat is dry... what's wrong with me?"
"Back up. Your thighs are on fire?"
"Yeah! I don't know why!" I stood up and limped as I paced. "What is wrong with me?!"
"Whoa, Beckster, calm down. And sit down. You shouldn't be on that ankle!"
I sat back down.
"You're sweaty, your heart is racing, and apparently, your thighs are on fire."
"Yep. What's wrong?!"
"Becky, you're a female. And Jesse, who happens to be sitting beside you, is a male."
"I know that!"
"Put two and two together, Beckala." Connie had all sorts of weird nicknames for me.
I moved my hand as I tried to figure out what Connie was telling me. "I got nothing."
"Beck, What were you feeling when he sat next to you?"
"I dunno. Happy, a little scared. My heart kept to my throat..." I tried to remember anything else. "I felt like moaning when he reached down to retrieve his napkin! His hair brushed my thigh!" Remember, I was in a red dress two inches above the top of my knee.
"Mmhmm. Go on."
"I was shaking. I wasn't, and still not, very hungry."
"Lemme ask you something— are your panties wet?"
I looked at Connie. "Are you insane?!"
"Are they?"
I furrowed my brow as I realized they were. "Yes!! What's wrong with me?!"
"Congratulations, little sister. You have just had your first turn on."
"What?"
"Mmhmm. Is your stomach doing summersaults?"
I nodded, "Really? Jesse's turning me on?"
"As sure as the day's long!"
"Hey, Becky. Are you okay?" Jesse emerged from the kitchen and sat on the coffee table.
I nodded. "I'm fine," I accidentally squeaked; his knees were touching mine.
He smiled and patted my thigh. "Good! Need help getting back?"
I moved my mouth, but no words came out.
"I'll help her." Connie told Jesse. "Go on and eat."
Jesse smiled and stood up. I watched him walk to the kitchen.
"He touched you! Has he kissed you yet?"
I nodded and held up two fingers.
"Twice!? Awesome!"
I nodded, falling back on the couch. "I-I-I-"
"Lemme guess... you're very turned on?"
I nodded again, put my hands over my face. Calm down, calm down, calm down...
"Becky, sweetheart, are you okay?" My Mom asked me.
"She's fine, Mom." Connie told her. "She's just.... experiencing being a woman."
I looked at Connie. Connie!
"How so..?" My Mom asked suspiciously.
"She's got the hots for Jesse."
Uh, Connie! I looked up at my Mom.
"Oh.... speaking of him, I don't want you to see him anymore."
I stood up, forgetting about my ankle. "But Mom!" Hey! I talked!
"No buts. I'm sorry, but.... you just can't see him."
Angrily, and painfully, I marched upstairs. I slammed my door shut and started to cry.
Why am I crying? We're not even dating! We hardly know- know each other! At all!
After a few minutes, there was a knock at my door.