Robin, Boy Virgin: Original Series

Monday morning. I took a deep breath and looked at the Pink Floyd prism. Let's recap shall we?

1.) Cora loves me and I am desperately in love with her

2.) We went on a date. I asked her out, she said yes, and confessed her love on said date.

3.) I slept with her in her bed. Why is that a big deal, since I have spent the night with her before?

- a -This time we were sober. (... well. I was. I don't really know, maybe Cora had been drinking...)

- b - And we hadn't been wearing pants.

I pushed my covers off my legs and sat up. I scratched the back of my head and the pulled my hand forward to rub my eyes. So, as a result of the above facts, here are my problems. Just two of them.

1.) Cora won't/can't be my girlfriend. More "won't" than "can't".

2.) I want to have sex. Real bad. With Cora, just to be clear. Yeah, just... just with her.

No big deal right? Just two little itty bitty problems. The girl I love won't commit herself to me, neither emotionally or physically. Whatevs. Doesn't matter.

Cora is going to turn my hair gray before I'm twenty, I swear to God.

I got dressed, trying to keep my head on straight. It's not like I haven't thought about having sex with a girl before. Duh, of course I have. I mean, I might have been fourteen and too immature to have sex (whoo man trust me I was fucking immature back then), but I did love April. In the latter half of our relationship I thought about having sex with her all the time. We even talked about it once. Realistically, of course, and about why we should probably wait. Mostly April did the talking and rationalizing. I just nodded and said "ok hon" and then we made out. If I had known that she would be moving away from me...

No. I still would have held off and kept the abstinence streak a-running. God, I can't even imagine how whiny I would have been if I'd slept with April and then she told me she was leaving. Holy Hell. That would have been bad.

Anyway, sex with Cora is kind of a totally different ball game. For one, I've been close with Cora longer than I was close with April. For another, Cora's not a virgin and April is (or, at least, she was back then). I'm very, very, very in love with crazy ass Cora. And even though, she's being all confused and flighty right now, I do trust her. Quite a lot, actually; I mean, she's had my back and stuck by me from day one. And, you know, now I'm seventeen, not fourteen. I've changed a lot...

I glanced up at the Pink Floyd prism before I left my bedroom. You know, all that age and experience shit aside, I love Cora. I'm so in love with her: I want to, like, completely love her physically the way I'm totally and completely in love with her emotionally. I just... I love her and I want to be with her. That's honestly what it all comes down to. Siigh.

No one was home. I slugged back some juice and then headed out. As I was locking the front door, the Charger conveniently pulled into my driveway. I smiled involuntarily, my heart jumping a bit. I yanked the key out of the deadbolt and walked down to the car, holding my jacket shut against the freaking cold winter wind.

"Good stalking skills," I greeted as I climbed in the passenger seat. Cora chuckled.

"I know right?" She said. I shut the door and turned to kiss Cora, but she was already leaning over and then planted one on me. Awesome. I kissed her back and assured myself that I'd brushed my teeth that morning. Cora smiled crookedly at me as she drew away and put her car in reverse.

"Who taught you how to kiss?" She asked curiously, backing out of my driveway. What?

"Uhh no one? I'm a natural?" I chuckled.

"Oh come on. You've got skills, where'd you get them? April Showers?" She insisted. I had skills? No way! That's awesome too.

"Um yeah maybe," I conceded. I had no idea. I might have been a shit kisser before and April had trained me well.

"Hmm. You know, being good at that kind of stuff takes practice," Cora told me, raising an eyebrow.

"That's what I've heard. 'Course a person can always improve," I said, being witty and retarded. I looked at her. My brain was going a million miles a minute with sex. I tried to keep it out of my facial expression.

"I think, for the greater good, I will have to take on your case. Teach you some new tricks," Cora said, driving like a speed demon. SEX, SEX, SE- no, keep your cool, Robin's brain. And other parts of Robin! Keep it together, guys.

"What, my kissing actually sucks?" I lamed out, swallowing. Cora chuckled.

"You're a great kisser. I wasn't talking about that," She said and looked at me slyly. Ok, if not full out sex, definitely in that direction. Definitely. What else could she be freaking talking about??

"Really? Sounds... very intriguing," I understated, frowning and trying not to grin. Cora pushed my head affectionately while she pulled into the school parking lot.

"It's one of the best friends with benefits... benefits," She giggled at her grammar.

"Ok. Sounds wicked," I said honestly. Cora grinned and pulled into a parking spot.

"Nice word choice," She said. We climbed out of the charger. Cora locked her door and I waited for to meet me on the sidewalk. She raised her eyebrows and grinned at me mischievously as she walked up the sidewalk.

"... our banter is witty as fuck this morning," I commented as we walked up to the school, Cora's hand on my elbow. She burst out laughing and nodded her head in agreement.

We walked to her locker and then my locker. Then I walked her to her Math class, switching it up. Usually she just walks me to Geography; and at first I was all for that, since I hated walking the halls alone because people used to practically hiss at me when I passed them. Now, however, I'm feeling the pangs of chivalry so I walked her to Math. Cora clicked her tongue and winked at me as a good bye. I smiled automatically and kept grinning like an idiot as I walked to Geography.

I walked into the classroom, still in my own, sexed up world.

"Robin?"

I blinked and looked around myself. Amanda was sitting at her desk. Her friends weren't here yet, so I guess that's why she was talking to me now.

"Yeah?" I said walking over to her desk. My brain was still thinking about Cora.

"Are you busy after school?" Amanda asked me, spinning her cell around in one hand. Um, more like gettin' busy.

"Uhh..." I hedged. Since I hadn't made plans, but I definitely had the intention of making plans.

"Cuz I was wondering if you wanted to come over and make the poster for Geography?" Amanda went on. Reality came crashing down around me anti-climatically, making my hyper-aware I actually had Jazz band after school, Cora wasn't actually my girlfriend, and my damn boxers were giving me a slight wedgie.

"Oh yeah," I said, sounding completely depressed. Amanda blinked at my tone, kinda looking away and then back at me.

"I mean sure," I said, trying to lighten my voice. Amanda frowned and smiled.

"... k, good. Meet me in the parking lot after school, ok?" She giggled at me. Even though I hadn't been funny.

"Sure," I said again and then headed over to my desk. I flopped down in my chair. Amanda had no clue that she had totally ruined my day. And my week. And probably my life. Thanks a lot. I held my head in my fist, trying not to think about having sex with Cora. Since that or anything close to that wasn't going to be happening today. Mmmmraaa!

Two little nice things though: I'd have a legit reason to cut Jazz band; and we got our Geography exams back and I got an A on mine. I knew I nailed the hell out of it. And, yeah, I got full marks for my bull-shit on caring about the environment essay. I'm telling you: teachers eat that shit right up.