After Prom, Darryl has sex with Diana

Darryl and I get off the dance floor, about ready to go home. I didn't want to. I couldn't stand that house I was in across our street.

"Darryl," I say on the way home, "Can I stay with you tonight? I just don't feel safe...coming home."

It had to be without my father knowing. We'd be sneaky, I swear.

"Of course, babe. Anything for you," he says, grabbing my hand and holding it while driving.

When we make it to his house that's across mine, we sneak in up to his room. And we can't help but make out and forget the weight of the world. In his embrace, I feel safe and protected. He's my hero.

I am wearing a black dress with one of those gluey things to push my boobs together. I didn't want him to really see me. All of me for me. I hated my small breasts, but when I revealed them here, he was gladly kissing them and making love to them. Making love to me. He took his time and went slow with intercourse. He knew I had been raped by my father, but we just needed to forget today and focus on tonight only. We kiss like crazy, and I feel those plumper lips softly caress mine over and over. His plump lips were perfectly fitted to my thin ones.

He sees me, undressed, and he still loves everything. I never felt so seen in my life.

Darryl, my best friend and my love all in one.