Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... good-looking guy, but he had never taken any notice of me. “Oh gosh, hi Mark,” I stutter, scrambling to wipe the tears off my face. “You okay?” he asks, awkwardly giving me a crumpled tissue. I eye it with a sceptical look. “It’s clean,” he quickly adds. I reluctantly take it, wiping my nose. “Thanks,“ I manage to smile. “So, are you okay?” he gently urges me. “I’m fine, it’s just … stuff,” I say, heading towards my locker. I am already opening it and stuffing my books inside when Mark stands next to me, leaning against the side. “You look pretty upset. Do you want to talk about this ‘stuff'?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Stilling, I look at him, puzzled. “I doubt it is really worth your time,” I mumble, trying to keep my eyes down but there is something about his green eyes and his tufty dark brown hair. “Possibly, but I’m a good listener. Leave me a note if you change your mind,” he says, lightly banging the locker two away from my own before he turns and walks away. Realising that must be his locker, I watch him walk away. Wondering whether he is serious in his offer, I decide I have nothing to lose and tear out a piece of paper from my notebook and scribble something quickly: ‘ If you don’t mind me talking about ‘stuff’, meet me in the car park after school. Beth’ I push the note inside the locker as the bell rings for the next class. ************************ Mark is already waiting by his car by the time I leave school. As I approach him, he immediately straightens and ...

... waves at me. Waving back, I get some strange looks from classmates as I shyly walk up to him. “You sure you want to do this?” I ask him sincerely. As a response, he just smiles and opens the passenger door, inviting me in. We drive to a diner around 20 minutes away and sit in an empty booth. I’m unable to figure out what his angle is, but Mark recommends a slice of apple pie and sits there patiently. With a sigh, I blurt out the problem with Ben and how we were best friends for years and that he screwed me over. I talk for so long that the cream on my pie melts before I finish it. “Wow, tough break,” he sighs when I am finished. “You can say that,” I murmur. “Well, he is an idiot. If he treats you like that, I’m surprised that you were best friends for so long,” he says, taking a sip of his soda. “Thanks,” I smile, causing Mark to stop a forkful of pie in mid-air. “You know, that’s a really nice smile. I’d like to see that more often,” he comments, making me blush from the inside out. We begin to talk about normal stuff, such as films, bands, our plans for college - it is a chilled-out afternoon. I am amazed at how much we have in common. We have more pie, coffee and I laugh for the first time, in a long time, without Ben. We talk for so long that the sun is about to set when we leave. As we head towards the car, Mark gently pulls my wrist to stop me. “I had a really great time tonight, Beth,” he says, facing me. “Me too. Thanks for listening, Mark - I really appreciate it,” I ...