Okay, doing virgin because I've been meaning to do this in narrative form but everyone's written a first time narrative so....
It hurts, but no more than she expected. When it's all over neither of them says anything, though a little voice in the back of her mind is screaming that he could totally tell that she didn't know what she was doing. When he falls asleep, she can't help but feel a little relieved.
She can't help but stare either.
Conor's more beautiful than handsome. He's also the resident manwhore on campus Tall, with pale skin scattered with freckles and cheekbones that even Bowie would envy. His lips were softer than she expected, pouty, girly even. And that stupid voice in the back of her mind kicks in again.
Of course he's androgynous. Of course she chose someone who wants nothing more than exactly what just happened after a few too many beers.
When he doesn't call, she doesn't mind. Seeing him around another girl a few weeks later stings, but only because she hears him whispering the same things in her ear that he whispered into hers. Didn't she even warrant some new material?
She doesn't feel different. Not at all. She feels nothing and that's even worse.
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