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didn’t talk, which was fine with me. She led me to a secluded area under the pier. Stepping forward, she pushed me back until I was against one of the posts. My gaze darted around, checking if we could be seen. I felt a gritty hand touch my rapidly pumping chest.
    “You know I’ve always liked you,” she said in a husky voice.
    I choked out, “Yeah?”
    “You’re the hottest guy at school. You’re even hotter than a lot of the seniors.”
    For some reason I looked everywhere except down at Brittani while I felt my breathing getting shallow, my skin burning up, and my dick getting harder.
    “Noah, have you ever kissed a girl?” she whispered.
    I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
    “I mean really kissed a girl?”
    “I’m fifteen. Of course I’ve really kissed a girl.”
    My girl.
    Closing my eyes tight, I desperately tried to erase any thoughts of Tweet. I may not have been sure what she was to me anymore, but I knew for sure she didn’t want to be mine.
    I could feel how hard Brittani’s nipples were through her bathing suit as she pressed her body against me.
    Rubbing her tits up and down my chest, she asked, “Have you ever touched a girl’s tits?”
    “No.” I breathed out.
    “You wanna touch mine?”
    Looking down, I completely bypassed her eyes and landed on her chest. “Yes,” I said, my voice gravelly and barely audible.
    The blood pulsing through my body drowned out all other noise. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like my dreams were coming true except this was the wrong chest and girl.
    Fuck! Get your head in the game, Stewart.
    Brittani’s fingers wrapped around my wrists. She lifted my hands and placed them on her tits. I gave them a little squeeze. In that second, all the blood and heat in my body concentrated in my dick, causing it to push against my swim trunks. The pressure was building fast and becoming painful. Removing her hand from mine, she reached for the strap of her bikini and slid it over her shoulder. I attempted to take a deep breath without success. I was becoming lightheaded. I tried to step back, but my back was plastered against the post. I felt trapped, suffocated, and ready to explode.
    “Stop!” I said through gritted teeth.
    “Why?”
    “I feel sick. It must be the tacos Travis and I grabbed on the way here. I gotta go.”
    Dropping my hands, I wedged myself free and took off running, never looking back.
    I found Travis, pried him away from the redhead, and told him I needed to go home. The second the car pulled into my driveway I jumped out and ran into the house. My chest hadn’t stopped hurting and the knot in my stomach grew bigger every time I thought about what had happened with Brittani. I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I was worried I’d see Tweet’s face but scared I wouldn’t at the same time. I wanted to be alone and forget this day ever happened.
    I headed down the hallway. I almost made it to my room until I heard my dad’s voice calling me as I passed his home office.
    “Noah.”
    I stopped, tilting my head up to the ceiling. After a couple of deep breaths, I reluctantly backtracked until I was standing in the doorway.
    “Yeah?”
    “Where’ve you been?” he asked while clicking through something on his computer.
    “Travis and I went to Folly to surf.”
    “Were the waves… gnarly?”
    Chuckling, I answered, “Yeah, the waves were super gnarly.”
    My dad was great even though he could be a dork sometimes. He knew it and never made any apologies for it.
    “Good. You need to pack as much fun into this week as possible. Summer school starts next week, right?”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Were you able to get into the AP Science class?”
    “Yes sir.”
    He swiveled his chair in my direction. “Noah, I know college seems like a long way off and studying isn’t exactly the most fun way to spend your summer. Your sophomore year is important. It’s one of the first steps in building a strong and solid foundation for your academic