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as we walk up. Nate dips her in a jokingly
romantic manner and plants a kiss on her lips as she breaks out into giggles.
“Come on,” Jackson says, draping an arm around my shoulders
protectively and escorting me inside. He high-fives a few guys as we walk in,
and he guides me to a keg in the middle of the living room, which is strung
with little white Christmas lights. There's an impenetrable crowd around it but
somehow he manages to snag me a beer, and before I know it I'm taking my first
sip of the summer. With his hand on the small of my back, we walk into the next
room. The dining room table is being used for a beer pong game, and Jackson and
I take a seat on a couch nearby.
“You're gorgeous, you know that?” Jackson whispers in my
ear. I'm startled and almost spit out my beer.
“No…” I look down, blushing, “I mean, that's sweet of you to
say.”
“I'd love to see you again after tonight. Maybe we could get
dinner next weekend,” he offers.
“Oh, sure,” I reply, feeling flattered. I mean, it does feel
a little…rushed, or something, but I've heard so many stories about guys just
wanting to hook up, that it's refreshing to be asked out on an old-fashioned
date. I take a few more sips of my beer as I look around, feeling more
comfortable now that I know Jackson is really into me.
“Hey, I'm going to get another beer,” I tell Jackson, as I
drain mine. He jumps up.
“Don't worry about it. I'll grab 'em,” he says, walking
confidently into the other room. I watch the ping pong ball as it's thrown back
and forth across the table, and Jackson is soon back with the beers. He
launches into a story about this crazy party he went to back at school, but out
of the corner of my eye I notice a couple walking up the stairs at the rear of
the room, their hands all over each other, and feel a stab of envy in my chest.
I am beyond tired of being a virgin. It's certainly not on
purpose that I'm twenty-one and still haven't had sex yet. I guess I just
assumed it would happen somehow, without my ever putting any thought into it,
and I've never built it up like it's going to be some crazy special thing,
either.
I look at Jackson out of the corner of my eye as I make
quick work of my second beer. Maybe Nate was right—maybe I am too serious and
distant. Maybe it would be better if I just got it out of the way. And I bet
Jackson would be good at it. Really, really good at it. Plus, he's a decent
guy.
“…Don't you think?” Jackson asks me, leaning in.
“Yes, right,” I reply, even though I spaced out and have no
idea what he was talking about. My hair falls in front of my face as I take
another sip of beer, and Jackson reaches up and tucks it behind my ear. We make
eye contact and he leans forward slowly, brushing a soft kiss across my neck.
“Want to get out of here?” he murmurs into my ear, sending a
little shiver down my spine. “My place is pretty close by, and we'll actually
be able to hear ourselves think.”
“Um, yeah, that sounds good,” I reply, a little nervously.
Jackson stands and offers me his hand. I place mine in his and he leads me out
toward the front. We pass Nate on the way, with his arms wrapped around Natasha
and his hands tucked into her back pockets.
“Hey man, we're taking off. You think you can find another
ride?” Jackson asks.
“What do you mean? You're both leaving?” Nate asks,
frowning.
“Yup, we're going back to my place, dude,” Jackson replies.
“You cool for a ride?”
“Yeah, come here for a second,” Nate says, his eyes flicking
back and forth between us. He takes Jackson's arm and pulls him toward a screen
door in the back. “Not you,” he says to me, as I begin to follow.
I bristle at his tone. They disappear out back and I look
after them, my mouth open in shock and annoyance. I can't believe the way Nate
talks to me sometimes. So dismissively. I exchange a polite smile with Natasha,
who is now looking around the party aimlessly, clearly bored
romantic manner and plants a kiss on her lips as she breaks out into giggles.
“Come on,” Jackson says, draping an arm around my shoulders
protectively and escorting me inside. He high-fives a few guys as we walk in,
and he guides me to a keg in the middle of the living room, which is strung
with little white Christmas lights. There's an impenetrable crowd around it but
somehow he manages to snag me a beer, and before I know it I'm taking my first
sip of the summer. With his hand on the small of my back, we walk into the next
room. The dining room table is being used for a beer pong game, and Jackson and
I take a seat on a couch nearby.
“You're gorgeous, you know that?” Jackson whispers in my
ear. I'm startled and almost spit out my beer.
“No…” I look down, blushing, “I mean, that's sweet of you to
say.”
“I'd love to see you again after tonight. Maybe we could get
dinner next weekend,” he offers.
“Oh, sure,” I reply, feeling flattered. I mean, it does feel
a little…rushed, or something, but I've heard so many stories about guys just
wanting to hook up, that it's refreshing to be asked out on an old-fashioned
date. I take a few more sips of my beer as I look around, feeling more
comfortable now that I know Jackson is really into me.
“Hey, I'm going to get another beer,” I tell Jackson, as I
drain mine. He jumps up.
“Don't worry about it. I'll grab 'em,” he says, walking
confidently into the other room. I watch the ping pong ball as it's thrown back
and forth across the table, and Jackson is soon back with the beers. He
launches into a story about this crazy party he went to back at school, but out
of the corner of my eye I notice a couple walking up the stairs at the rear of
the room, their hands all over each other, and feel a stab of envy in my chest.
I am beyond tired of being a virgin. It's certainly not on
purpose that I'm twenty-one and still haven't had sex yet. I guess I just
assumed it would happen somehow, without my ever putting any thought into it,
and I've never built it up like it's going to be some crazy special thing,
either.
I look at Jackson out of the corner of my eye as I make
quick work of my second beer. Maybe Nate was right—maybe I am too serious and
distant. Maybe it would be better if I just got it out of the way. And I bet
Jackson would be good at it. Really, really good at it. Plus, he's a decent
guy.
“…Don't you think?” Jackson asks me, leaning in.
“Yes, right,” I reply, even though I spaced out and have no
idea what he was talking about. My hair falls in front of my face as I take
another sip of beer, and Jackson reaches up and tucks it behind my ear. We make
eye contact and he leans forward slowly, brushing a soft kiss across my neck.
“Want to get out of here?” he murmurs into my ear, sending a
little shiver down my spine. “My place is pretty close by, and we'll actually
be able to hear ourselves think.”
“Um, yeah, that sounds good,” I reply, a little nervously.
Jackson stands and offers me his hand. I place mine in his and he leads me out
toward the front. We pass Nate on the way, with his arms wrapped around Natasha
and his hands tucked into her back pockets.
“Hey man, we're taking off. You think you can find another
ride?” Jackson asks.
“What do you mean? You're both leaving?” Nate asks,
frowning.
“Yup, we're going back to my place, dude,” Jackson replies.
“You cool for a ride?”
“Yeah, come here for a second,” Nate says, his eyes flicking
back and forth between us. He takes Jackson's arm and pulls him toward a screen
door in the back. “Not you,” he says to me, as I begin to follow.
I bristle at his tone. They disappear out back and I look
after them, my mouth open in shock and annoyance. I can't believe the way Nate
talks to me sometimes. So dismissively. I exchange a polite smile with Natasha,
who is now looking around the party aimlessly, clearly bored
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