I didn’t really have a cherry left after the hairbrush incident, but I’d noticed Bethany still had one when I’d licked her before. One finger had fit, but apparently two fingers was one too many.

“You got my cherry!” Bethany seemed pleased more than anything, but it made me feel a little weird. I’d thought of her as my girlfriend, but now it hit me in a way it never had before.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. I returned the kiss, running my palms up into her hair. Kissing Bethany like this no longer felt weird, which was kinda weird. Mark still made my heart...