Think of me and try not to laugh

You're lying in the shade there on the jetty, eyes closed and idling your feet in and out of the warm sunny spot in the trees, and singing aloud to your earbuds, when somebody touches your shoulder and startles you so badly that you yelp and tumble over the side and into the water.

"Dude!" Scott looks down at you from the jetty. "Are you okay?"

Well, that woke you up all the way in a hurry. And—oh, fuck. "My phone," you lament, then stare at him in shocked relief as Scott grins and points down at his foot, where he has your phone pinned just at the edge, preventing it from falling. "Jesus, at least that's something," you grumble. "Where's Dex?"

Scott hesitates. "Being irritable about what he thinks is you playing a stunt?"

You look up at him in confusion as you do a lazy half-treading-water-half-breast-stroke over to the ladder at the end of the pier.

Scott crouches down to pick up your phone. "Hey, your ear buds are fine, actually. Against all odds."

"It's funny you came down here just now," you tell him when you're back on the pier again. "Because I was listening to your new and improved babes playlist and I'm pretty sure that song just played a little bit ago."

"Right," he agrees politely. "Just after Peter Gabriel."

"Well, aren't you the surprising retro dork!" you remark, then realize something actually more surprising than that. "How'd you know what I was playing?"

"Uh, yeah. I think that's what happens when you forget to disconnect your phone from the stereo Bluetooth."

"I—ohh. Ugh. So he thinks I played Scott music to spite him or something and now he's doing his sad boy thing with extra turbo?"

Scott shrugs. "I'm not sure, Bridgy."

"Ugh. Thanks for at least not being catty about it. It's whatever. What made you come down, anyway?"

Scott sets your phone on the jetty and takes a seat at the edge, then offers you a steadying hand when you join him. You don't really need it, but it's kind of a nice gesture so you accept it anyway. "Can I have some of that? Thanks," he says, when you pass him the rum bottle.

Scott downs a sizeable chug of rum and sets the bottle on the jetty behind you both. "I guess I came down here because. I was hoping he was right and it meant maybe you wouldn't ditch my ass the very moment we get home."

Put baldly like that, it sounds so precarious and sad that you can't help the rush of sympathy that wells up in your chest for him.

"Hey," you say, as he belts down another big gulp of the rum, then grab his hand as soon as he sets it down again. "Like I can let these cheekbones out of my life, huh?"

When he gives you sort of a half-hearted smile, you squeeze his hand and admit, "I was listening to that stuff thinking about how best to not lose touch with you. It feels like if I don't do anything then just, years might go by."

"You really were?" Scott has that funny look that he gets sometimes when he's a teensy bit drunk.

You grin. "'Course I was. Plus I had the biggest crush on you freshman year. Obviously I got over it, so no worries there to future Mrs. Hyphenated-Jacinto in waiting, whoever she is."

Scott has a funny, sort of nostalgic-half-wistful, look right now. "No way. You were so out of my league."

"You're literally high," you tell him. "Like, you're prom king level. I'm debate club assistant president level."

"Exactly," he says. "You're a lot smarter than me, Bridgy."

You scoot over to him, and put your arms around him. "Well, I'm here to tell you I don't care. 'Cause I love you anyway."

Scott makes an adorable little groaning sound, just as you glance down and realize, he's got a hell of a hard-on right now!

Oh, god, and how long now have you been waiting to get up close and personal with somebody's penis, and here is a penis, belonging to none other than Hot-Scottie-J as most of the school dance team call him.

You're about to say something probably-very-cool on the spot, when Scott tips his head down and suddenly you are having one of the all-time funnest kinds of kisses: the first really searing-hot kiss with a new boy.

You've, goddamn, you've been waiting for something like this. Scott seems momentarily startled by the sheer power of your pent-up eagerness, but recovers quickly and deepens the kiss.

And what an exciting kiss this one is. Scott's tongue is as nimble as a forest creature. You never knew—until he shows you—that it's possible for him to do something to your mouth that you feel in your cunt. You're panting against him, and the longer you make out like this, the more you can feel the crotch of your swimsuit sticking to your soaking wet pussy.

"Oh, god, Bridge," Scott moans quietly, understandably because he has a boner that looks like it could end the world. By flood if it has to. "What are we doing? Is this okay?"