Either we did something wrong or neither of us are lesbians. I didn't like it." This started an uneasy feeling in my gut, and it was made worse by wha...t she said next. "I can't believe Sarah fucked a guy before me. She hasn't even had her birthday party yet!"I slammed my head down against the ground and stared at the sky in shock. My hands came quickly off of Sarah's ass and out of the jacket. "Oh my god... how old is your cousin anyway?" I said with a very shaky voice."It's her 16th birthday. I still didn't want to approach it directly, because I was afraid to bring back those memories. She said she enjoyed both watching TV and reading history and adventure books. I thought it was at least partially to escape her real world.She said she hadn't had anything good to read since school let out in the early summer. The panhandle of Florida has an almost non-existent public library system. She said she loved shows about nature and science and travel and was only lukewarm towards cartoons. Something just felt off, I don't know how to verbalize it beyond that feeling. I called out for Mike one more time. There was no answer. I didn't expect an answer but at the same time I hoped to hear his familiar 'yeah' calling out from my room. I knew my mom was still in the house, I knew Mike was still in the house but neither was responding to my calls. It had only taken me 45 minutes to cut the grass that day, as I had already done the backyard the previous day when my mom was at work. Was. “I’ll follow you to your place?” Traffic was quite heavy for the second Friday after Thanksgiving and it took us the better part of twenty minutes just to get out of the parking lot. As we made our way along Rt. 12 toward Wynnewood Apartments I tried to think of the best way to tell Connie exactly how I was feeling about our relationship. I wanted her to understand that I hoped our relationship would grow beyond the obvious lust we have for one another without her feeling pressured into letting.