”“Guys my own age just fuck as many girls as possible. Why would you want me to be with that?”He put his arms around me and pulled me close. His...hand stroked my hair. I felt tears coming to my eyes. I didn’t want him to reject me. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to be my first. I snuggled against him and we lay together for long minutes our bodies close. I thought for a minute then decided to take a chance.I sat up and pulled my tee shirt over my head exposing my breasts. My eyes didn’t. I decided I would ask if I could squeeze them the next time either of us were drunk or high or whatever, and of course I had to make sure it was just the two of us alone. It took a few weeks, but an opportunity finally presented itself: my brother had gone off some where to run some errands and myself and Ann were home alone, both still a little buzzed from the previous night. Ann decided that she wanted to get a shower, which sounded fine to me. I was planning to wait until she came out with. My hand touched her check and moved to the back of her head as I leaned in for a kiss. She did the same. Our mouths met and I could feel her tongue against mine. She started to pull my pants off so I put my hand on her boob. The feeling was amazing. It was like touching a cloud from heaven. Pushing my luck, I slipped the hand up her shirt and under her bra. She was startled but kept on making out. My fingers felt over her nipples. They were hard and I knew I had to see them up close. I took her. Before you realized that it was me, that is."I took a few moments to gather my thoroughly scattered thoughts. "Mostly the former," was all I could manage."What if I changed? For you?"Damn. And the shocks just keep coming. "Anya, why are you doing this? Why does it mean so much to you that we-" rapid assessment, then a quick decision, "-stay friends?" Because you make me want to be a better person," she said simply. "I've manipulated people throughout my whole life, and you're the first one that.