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This contains sexual intercourse. If this ain't your thing, or you're under eighteen, please don't read this.
Prologue: Sex
We both fall back on the bed. He kisses me violently. I part my lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
"Mmmm," he moans, our lips still touching. He rubs my back gently and pulls me even closer. "Mmmm."
He pulls away, gasping for air. He reaches out and touches my neck. He grabs hold of my blouse and strips me of it.
For what seems like hours, we stay motionless. Finally, his hand slides to my back and unlatches my bra.
I remove his jeans, and then his boxers, and he removes my skirt and underwear. I take off his shirt.
He gingerly cups my breasts in his hands, and then he kisses them.
And before I can do anything, my virginity is gone.
"Justin..." I can't get any more words out. "Justin, I love you."
"I love you, too, Cameron." He smiles. "I love you, too."
Everything inside of me screams. I can't tell if I love it or hate it. But as he kisses me passionately again, I know I love it.
He slams into me again, and I gasp. I never imagined that at fifteen, I would already have sex.
The air is filled with moans and sighs of pleasure. The bed creaks occasionally, under the weight of two lovers.
Lovers.
It seems now that time has stopped, and that nothing in the world exists but Justin and I. Nothing at all.
I want him more than anything. His embrace crushes me up against him, yet it's not enough. I kiss him again, and I rub his back aggressively.
"Oh, Cameron," he says. "Never stop. This is more than I can handle...this is orgasmic!"
And then I realize what I've done.
"Oh, my God!" I say, using language that I know I'm not supposed to. "Justin, what have I done?"
"What are you talking about?"
I get up off of the bed, put my clothes back on and walk out of the room. Tears sting my cheeks. He follows me outside, shirtless, but wearing pants.
"What's wrong, Cameron?"
"Take me home," I demand. He hesitates. "I said, take me home!"
He gets in and we start driving.
"Why are you so angry?"
"Justin, I can't believe this!" I bury my face in my hands. "I just had sex! I'm a Christian, Justin. And I'm only fifteen! I'm not supposed to!"
"But you said that you loved me."
"I know I did! But I got lost in everything," I say.
"So you don't love me?"
I look at him, unable to think of what to say to him. Do I love him? We pull up at my house. "I'm sorry," I say at last.
I run inside.
