Defloration

"You know I love you, right?"

 "Yes."

"And I would never do anything to hurt you, because I love you."

"Yes."

"You know I would do everything within my ability to help you. I'd give my right arm for you."

"Yes."

"So what's the problem?"

"Um—"

"Are you scared? I know what it feels like. It'll be okay, though, I promise."

"Yes, I admit it. I'm afraid everyone will know and tease me afterward."

"It doesn't show, though. Do I look different to you? You've known me since kindergarten."

"No, you look like you always do. You look confident."

"You'll feel more confident afterward, I can't deny that."

"Okay, let's do it. I hereby appoint you my Chief of Defloration."

"Thank you, I will make this as easy and painless as possible. When would you like to do this?"

"Now. Let's take care of this now. I want to get this out of the way and enjoy you without this hanging over our heads."

"Okay. Let's go to my room. I'm pretty excited about this."

"You? You're excited?"

"Yup. It's not every day a girl gets to pop a boy's cherry."

He took her hand and smiled, relieved.

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Copyright © 2013 Femme Malheureuse
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Originally submitted to Sinful Sunday—Week 33 via Rebecca Grace Allen
Photo prompt, 1 of 2: origin unknown | Word prompt: Defloration