Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

Ben Morris is my BFF. He is my rock during high school, as well as being my lunchtime and study companion - we do everything together. He is a cute guy; blond hair, blue eyes, average physique, funny, smart and supportive - everything I want in a potential boyfriend. That is until we hear about the prom. As it is the senior prom, I am excited as it is my last-chance dance to celebrate the end of school and more importantly, a chance to lose my virginity. And I know who to lose it to . A day after the prom is announced, I seize my chance to ask him. After finishing my lunch, I push my tray to the side and cross my arms on the table. “So, how do you feel like going to the prom with me? Last chance before we go to college?” I ask, smiling. “With you? Sure,” he grins, wrapping up his sandwich wrapper and bag into a ball. Elated, I decide to look for dresses that night that would not only look amazing, but hopefully get Ben to see me in a different light. A couple of days later, a rumour goes round that Ben is going to the prom with Cassandra Harris, a petite redhead who is an aspiring athlete. She is the complete opposite of me; a Chinese girl with long limbs, long hair with an almost curvy figure. He is supposed to be my best friend and he goes behind my back - he doesn’t even have the nerve to tell me to my face. How dare he? I see him talking with his friends in the canteen. Marching up to him, I force the sandwich from his hand to catch his attention. “Is it true?” I ...

... half-scream, capturing the attention of the whole canteen. “Jesus, Beth, what the hell?” he says, astonished. “You said you were going to the prom with me, then I hear you’re going with someone else. Were you planning on telling me? I thought you were my best friend!” “What’s the big deal? Like it’s any concern of yours!” he yells, standing up to face me. “But I…” I start, but he interrupts me. “You’re so needy, Beth. Grow up!” he shouts. I pale, unable to believe he just said that. I want to cry, but I realise that everyone is staring at us. Swallowing my anger, I stare at him under my eyelashes. “Fine. You go and do your thing, but this, whatever is between us, is over,” I whisper, barely containing my rage. He stares at me with a horrible smirk on his face and with that, I stalk out of the canteen before I publicly burst into tears. As soon as I reach the stairs, I sit down on the cold steps and let the tears slide down my face. All those years of friendship are shredded in a single moment due to a stupid rumour and a hissy fit of jealousy. Had Ben been laughing behind my back the whole time we had been friends? The thought upsets me even more. I quietly sob into my hands, unable to process the huge loss from my life that has been destroyed so quickly. “Beth?” I look up and see Mark Taylor, a member of the school football team. We share science and English classes together so we know each other, but have never had an actual conversation together. I always thought he was a ...