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people he’d slept with. All that mattered was the thrill of running his fingers through Sergio’s hair, breathing in the scent of his skin, losing himself in Sergio’s jaw line. . . .
    But as the blood pulsed through his arteries, things started to feel too intense, too fast. He wanted to get to know Sergio more first; he wanted this to be special; he wanted them to take their time. He needed to stop.
    “I had a great time,” he told Sergio, forcing himself to pull away.
    “Me too,” Sergio said, catching his breath while wishing they could keep going. “You really do kiss great.”
    “Well, you’re the first guy I, um, ever kissed like that,” Lance admitted. “With tongue and everything. The first person ever. Darrell was never very into kissing.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Sergio said, his doubts returning: Lance was even more of a virgin than he’d imagined. “Wow.”
    “So, um, good night, I guess,” Lance said, reluctantly reaching for the door handle.
    “Good night,” Sergio murmured sadly, not wanting their time to end.
    He watched Lance cross the yard, kind of hoping he’d turn around and come back. At the top of the front steps, Lance turned and waved good-bye. Sergio waved back, waiting until Lance went inside before he drove away.
    After saying good night to his parents, Lance hurried upstairs, excited to phone Allie about his date with Sergio—and eager to find out about her evening with Chip.

“W hoa, these girls are kissing!” Chip had exclaimed earlier that evening when he climbed into Allie’s VW and noticed the Girl Panic manga.
    “It’s a girls’ love manga,” Allie explained as she drove them to dinner.
    “I didn’t know they made stuff like this.” He flipped through the pages, looking for more make-out pictures. It was the first time he’d paid any attention to her manga. “Where did you get it?”
    “At the convention, from Kimiko. Remember the Japanese-American girl who wrote my name in kanji?”
    “Oh, yeah.” Not finding any more exciting drawings, he put the manga aside. “So, is she bi?”
    “No.” Allie recalled her conversation with Kimiko. “She’s only into girls.”
    “Oh,” Chip said, in a tone Allie couldn’t identify.
    “Why?” she asked.
    “Just wondering.”
    While she told him about the anime convention, he reached over and stroked her hair.
    “Where’s the flower you usually have?” he asked, noticing the empty dashboard vase.
    “I gave it to her,” Allie said. Then, on impulse, she asked him, “Have you ever had a sex dream about a guy?”
    “Huh?” His forehead furrowed and his tone became strained. “No! Where did that question come from?”
    “Just curious,” she said. After continuing along the road for several minutes, she asked, “Have you ever wondered what it might be like to make out with a guy?”
    “No!” Chip reiterated even more testily. “What’s up with these questions?”
    Allie bit into her bottom lip for a moment before answering. “One time I had a sex dream about a girl.”
    “You did?” His eyes widened a little and his voice relaxed. “Wow. When? Like what did you do in it?”
    “We kissed,” she said. “It was a long time ago, in middle school.” The memory of it still made her skin tingle. “And we—you know—touched each other. . . . I mostly just remember how intense it was.”
    “I bet!” Chip nodded eagerly.
    His enthusiasm surprised and confused her. Why was he so intrigued by her dream but so horror-struck at the thought of having sex with another guy?
    “I never told anybody at school about the dream except Lance,” she explained. “So don’t mention it to anyone, okay?”
    “Sure,” Chip said, still imagining her and another girl kissing.
    At the local diner, they met up with their friends Jenny and Jack. They’d become a couple two months ago and ever since Jenny had stuck to Jack like Velcro, calling him her “better three-quarters.”
    Now, as they ate dinner and talked, Allie