My first time…

It wasn’t the first time I had felt this way about Josh, but it would be the first time I acted upon my feelings… It was a normal day at school (we were in the 10th grade this year), he and I had most of our classes together, and seeing how as to after school I usually went to his house, we spent most of the day together. Josh was (to say the least) perfect. The way his auburn hair bounced when he walked, his (slightly) chiseled abs, and that genuine smile of his… me on the other hand? I was flawed… big time. I-I was ginger, my hair was short, and often fashioned into a fauxhawk. My figure was awful, I was way to skinny. My eyes are also brown (not the most attractive color).
We rode the bus home later that day to his house, and as usual, his parents wouldn’t be home until later that that night. On the bus ride home we sat together (which is normal) and talked casually about how are days were and what we would do when we got to his house, which would inevitably consist of playing Call of Duty and and swimming.
Upon arriving at his house, we immediately went upstairs to put away our things and changed for the pool. Seeing him shirtless always…ALWAYS got my hormones going. Whenever he was shirtless, I would always notice the little things, like his pubic hair sticking out slightly from his shorts, his birth mark underneath his left nipple, or those veins in his arms that made him look ohhh so manly. Over the years that I’ve known him I would catch myself wondering what his naked body would look like, but was never quite able to find myself lucky enough to find out.
The pool watch was rather warm compared to how it had been on other days (it’s usually almost always freezing).