A few days had passed since *that* moment—what Liana could only describe as an "almost" incident. Trevor wasn't mad, just... disappointed. "She's my girlfriend. Why can't I have her?" he had said with that familiar hint of frustration. They'd been intimate before—kisses that lingered, touches that burned—but when it came to fingering, Liana always froze. Hesitated.
She finally opened up to Diana about it. Their chats weren't as frequent anymore since Diana was head over heels for Draken—her so-called "soulmate"—but she still made time when Liana needed her. The only problem? Diana's version of a girl chat was ninety percent *Draken this, Draken that* and Liana was tired of nodding and pretending to care.
That afternoon, Diana noticed the distance.
"Babe, are you even listening?" she asked.
Liana sighed. "I've got stuff on my mind…"
That was all it took. Diana's eyes sparkled with curiosity. And just like that, Liana spilled. Everything. The kisses. The touches. The resistance. The guilt.
Diana sat up straight, shocked. "Wait… you let him touch your boobs? Your ass? Girl…"
Liana shrugged, lips tight.
"I mean, Draken and I don't even do *half* of that," Diana admitted, her voice low. "Besides, I think fingering can disvirgin you. And I don't want that. Not until marriage."
Diana's dad being a pastor definitely influenced her perspective. But even with her surprise, she didn't shame Liana. "Do what you feel comfortable with," she said. "It's your body."
That night, Liana couldn't stop thinking. Her thoughts tangled between guilt, curiosity, and defiance. Was it really such a big deal?
Valentine's Day was just around the corner. Diana wanted to get something sweet for Draken, so Liana followed her to a small store across the street. Diana kept going on about strawberry flavor, and as Liana scanned the shelves, her eyes caught a little red pack.
"Oooh, this one!" she grinned. "Strawberry flavor—it's sweet, right?"
Diana turned, took one look, and *burst out laughing*. "Girl! That's a condom."
Liana blinked, confused. "Huh?"
Diana smirked. "Fiesta? That's the one they use for protection during sex."
Liana's face turned crimson as laughter erupted around them. Someone teased, "You're 18 and don't know what a condom is?"
She forced a laugh, but inside, she was steaming. It's not like she didn't know. She'd *heard* of it—she just hadn't connected the name or packaging. And now that she thought about it, she *had* seen it before. In her dad's car. Her mom's bag. She always thought it was some fancy adult candy. She never asked—her mom scared her that much.
Trevor called later that night, asking what she wanted for Valentine's.
"Chicken and chips," she said confidently. It was the one thing she'd dreamed of someone buying her—because all the popular girls in school got that. It was symbolic. A trophy.
After school, she waited while Trevor went off to buy it. He took longer than expected, and her anxiety grew—her mother had warned her *not* to be late. But she waited anyway. Diana stayed with her so she wouldn't walk home alone.
Trevor finally returned, drenched in sweat but holding the paper bag like a prize. She thanked him, her smile full of secrets. "You'll get your gift tomorrow," she whispered.
And she meant it.
She already knew what she'd give him: herself. Or at least a part of her. She was done resisting. He could finger her. She wouldn't say no this time.
When she got home, she braced for the usual storm. Her mother didn't disappoint. Just a few minutes in the house and she was already snapping. "Why haven't you bathed before washing plates?"
Her mom's voice thundered. The insults flew like arrows. "Stupid. Disgusting. Irritating."
Her friends joined in, laughing. Liana didn't flinch. She'd grown numb to it all. This was her normal. Her mother had always hated her—or at least it felt that way. She couldn't remember the last time she felt safe at home.
But tonight, she didn't care. Because someone out there—Trevor—*chose* her. *Wanted* her. That feeling gave her power. Her mom's words no longer pierced her like they used to.
Later, as she massaged her mother's legs—part of her nightly duties—she was lost in thought. Her cheeks warmed with a smile she hadn't noticed until her mother snapped at her again.
"What are you smiling at? Are you stupid?"
Liana just shook her head. She didn't care. Not tonight.
She woke up early, did her chores like a machine, and left for school. The walk there felt like freedom. Her mother's car might've been faster, but it came with too many emotional bruises. Walking gave her peace.
School was buzzing. Whispers, glances, envy. *Trevor bought her chicken and chips.* The popular girls all stared like they'd just seen her for the first time.
Even Diana grinned. "Girl, you're *famous* now."
Liana soaked it in.
At break time, Trevor found her. She hugged him tight while he rested a hand on her waist. He leaned in. "Can we…?"
She nodded. No hesitation.
They slipped into their usual hiding place—the girls' toilet. Locked door. Muffled giggles. A familiar heat started to rise in Liana's chest. Trevor kissed her, slowly at first. His hands found her curves with practiced ease.
He kissed her lips, her neck. "Can I go in?" he whispered.
Her breath caught. She nodded again.
He tied her hands with her school tie—her idea. She wanted it that way. Tighter. Restrained.
Then his finger entered her. Slow at first. Testing. Exploring.
She clenched her jaw. It hurt. Bad. But she didn't want to stop.
He pushed deeper. His other hand stroked her hair while his eyes drank in her reactions. Faster now. Rhythm steady.
Liana fought back the moan clawing up her throat. She couldn't scream. Not here.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he stopped.
She breathed hard—part pain, part relief. They redressed. He kissed her again, quick and rough, and gave her one last tap on the ass before slipping out.
And just like
that, the gift was given.