Prom was a month away and my relationship with Trip was getting deeper. He was making some moves to be more intimate, and I was becoming more open to his advances.
We were making out in his car one night. He nuzzled my neck and started to reach behind me to unhook my bra. I pushed him slightly.
“Trip…wait,” I said gently. “Can we wait? Prom?”
He looked at me for a while and then he nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s your…first time. It shouldn’t be in the back of a car.” He chuckled, then he leaned forward and gave me a smack on the lips.
“Thank you,” I said.
He turned to start the car. He was quiet the rest of the way, and somehow I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
He stopped in front of my house. “Good night.” He smiled at me. “So, I guess prom night’s it for us?”
I smiled at him shyly and then I nodded. In
