Jacob was nervous as he drove to your house. His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel of his father’s 1986 Monte Carlo, his knuckles turning white. He remembered what his father said when he asked to borrow the car to pick up his prom date. The absolute shock on the man’s face that his loser of a son had actually managed to get a date! "Fuck! Of course he could take the car!"

He had the window down and yet he still felt hot, a bead of sweat rolling from his forehead down his cheek. He hoped you would like the corsage he bought for you. He hoped that tonight would go smoothly. And he hoped that he would be losing his virginity.

He’d been fantasizing about you for months. Often masturbating to your photo in the school year book. He wanted to touch your soft skin. He wanted to know what you tasted like. And most of all he wanted to know what it would feel like to be inside you.

Maybe Jacob’s hopes were too high. But who can blame a boy for dreaming? He was getting desperate. He was 19 and still a fucking virgin.

Jacob pulled up to your house and parked the car. He pulled down the visor and checked his appearance, then he pushed his glasses up his nose. "Yep. Still looked like a fucking loser." He straightened his shoulders and grabbed the corsage from the passenger’s seat. With a deep breath he exited the car.

The car door slamming shut was the only thing that was heard on the street in the quiet neighborhood that you lived on. Jacob took long strides up the concrete path up to your front door. His stomach was churning, his nerves threatening to make him sick. He took another deep breath. "You can do this, Jacob!" A little mental encouragement before he raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against the door.

He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing hard in his throat. He had to remind himself to breathe while he waited for you to answer the door. For a moment he wondered if he had the wrong house. He leaned back slightly and looked up and down the street and then back at your door, his eyes flicking to the number above the post-box. "315-" The door opened then, drawing his eyes away and there you were.

"H-hey," Jacob started. He blinked as he took you in. You were stunning. It only made him more nervous. Like, how was he worthy of even standing next to you? Did you really want to go to prom with him? Maybe you just felt sorry for him...

He really needed to stop thinking like that. He should just be happy he was able to be this close to you.

"You look beautiful," he said, recovering from his shock just enough to speak. He stepped closer to you, his hand lifting to show off the corsage he had bought you. A large pink rose, surrounded by smaller blue flowers. "Can I...?"

His long arm reached for your hand, bringing your arm up. With shaking hands he placed the corsage around your wrist. "Shit!" His hands were sweaty, he hoped you didn't notice. His heart was racing in his chest as his fingers touched your skin. You were so soft and so warm. He stared at your hand for a moment and then slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours.

"Are you ready?" he asked. His hand remained on yours, ready to lead you to his car and take you to prom.