Sabrina: That's fine. I won't be there that long.

Wes: I was hoping we could talk...in person.

Sabrina: About?

Wes: About last year.

Sabrina: We spoke last night.

Wes: That was a lie. You did more than try to kiss me. And we both know you knew it was me, and you weren't super drunk.

Sabrina: I was not in my right mind. And I'm glad you turned me down. I'm so glad I don't have to live with you being my first.

Wes: So, then it has happened...

Sabrina: What?

Wes: Your first time?

Sabrina: Why do you care?

Wes: Just curious if you found someone.... Erica hasn't mentioned a boyfriend. And you were on a date last night, so...

Sabrina: It's nunya...

Wes: What? I'm not hip. What does that mean?

Sabrina: It means that it's nunya business, Wes. My virginity is personal to me. What time do you need me to pick up the stuff by? My train is arriving soon.

Wes: I'll be around all night.

Sabrina: Okay.

Wes: Text before you come so I know you're on the way.

Sabrina: Fine.

I watch my fifth episode ofFBIand stare at my phone. It's 9:00 p.m., and I haven't heard from Sabrina. I'm disappointedthat she has decided not to show up. Not because I really cared about her picking up the stuff, but because I wanted to see her.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Wes?" I lecture myself as I jump up and grab another beer from the fridge. My stomach grumbles, and I realize I haven't eaten dinner. I've been waiting for Sabrina to arrive so that I could order something for both of us. Well, that was a waste of time. I open the freezer and stare in disappointment at the only two bags in there: frozen chunks of mangoes and cauliflower rice. I head back to the couch to grab my phone to order takeout when I see I have two missed messages.

Sabrina: Sorry, I just finished my paper. Are you up? I can come over now.

Wes: I am up. Was just about to order food. Are you hungry?

Sabrina: I mean, I am a horse, right?

Wes: Pizza?

Sabrina: I guess.

Wes: How far away are you? I'll order it when you arrive.

Sabrina: About ten minutes.

Wes: I'll come down to the lobby and wait for you.

My heart feels lighter than it should as I head to my front door and head to the elevator. She wasn't dissing me. She doesn't still hate me. A gamut of emotions passes through my brain as I make my way down to the lobby. Now that Sabrina's about to graduate, I feel differently about our positions in regards to everything. However, she is still Erica's best friend. I'm not sure if I can act on my feelings. It’s true that I first noticed Sabrina as a woman right before her twentieth birthday. She'd been singing and dancing with Erica and pretending to be some sexy popstar, and I'd suddenly realized that she was gorgeous and all woman. Not that I'd even thought about actingon it. There was no way I was crossing that line. But we saw each other so regularly, and after that, I made sure to spend time just talking to her, very lightly flirting, but I never crossed any lines. Never even thought about it. Not until last year. We'd been at my parents' house for the weekend. We'd all gone swimming, and Sabrina and I ended up heading to the hot tub. We'd chatted about dream vacations and our favorite movies. And then somehow, I'd made a comment about how some women love hot tubs because the jets can get them off. She'd said she'd have to find out for herself one day, and then we'd laughed. Somehow, her legs had wound up on mine, and I'd massaged her feet for a few minutes. Then we'd gotten out of the hot tub, and I'd given her a kiss on the cheek and said good night. Then I'd gone to bed. Naked. I was actually in the middle of masturbating, thinking of fucking her in the hot tub, when she'd slyly entered my room. I'd thought I was dreaming at first, but when my fingers had pinched her nipples, I knew it was very real. Her moans and whimpers as she'd rubbed against me had made me even harder. My cock tightens as I think about that night again. I had been mere centimeters from entering her. From feeling her on me, from grabbing her hips and bouncing her up and down.