First Time with a Girl

Kelly and Grace

"You're late," snapped Mrs. Castellanos as Kelly slid into the chair at the breakfast table, her cheeks flushed from the brisk morning jog. She knew the routine—no excuses, not even a greeting. Just that accusatory stare.

"Sorry," she mumbled, tucking a strand of sweat-dampened hair behind her ear. Her mother's gaze was a vice, squeezing out any hint of rebellion that might still lurk in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" asked her younger brother, Timmy, peeking over his cereal bowl. His voice was a mix of curiosity and annoyance at the interruption to his morning cartoons.

"Nothing," she assured him with a forced smile. She didn't want to ruin his day with her troubles. The smell of burnt toast filled the kitchen, a testament to her mother's distraction. Mrs. Castellanos was a woman of few words, especially when it came to the topic of her daughter's behavior.

The TV in the living room was playing the same news story it had every day for the past week—some politician's downfall. The mundane drone of the reporter's voice was a stark contrast to the silent tension at the table. Each spoonful of cereal echoed like a gunshot in the room.

The quiet was shattered when the doorbell rang. Timmy's spoon clattered onto the floor. "I got it!" he shouted, jumping up. The door swung open, and steeping in was a man in a crumpled suit—Mr. Daniels, the high school counselor. His eyes scanned the room until they locked onto Kelly.

Her stomach plummeted. What had she done now? Her mother's expression was a storm cloud of disapproval, and Timmy looked at her with wide-eyed wonder. She braced herself for the lecture she knew was coming.

"Kelly, we need to talk," Mr. Daniels said, his voice low and serious.

Her mother nodded curtly. "Go right ahead. I'll be in the other room. Call me in when you need me... because I'm sure you will."

Kelly's heart pounded in her chest as she followed Mr. Daniels to the living room. The plush couch felt cold and unforgiving as she sat down. She knew she had screwed up in the past—had sex with too many guys, sent too many nude photos out to boys at school. Was this the moment her choices had finally come back to bite her?

Mr. Daniels cleared his throat. "Kelly, I've received some concerning reports about your behavior at school."

Her palms grew slick with sweat. "What reports?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Nude photos of you have been found in the school's email server," he said, his voice a mix of disgust and disappointment. "It's not just the photos that have us worried. It's the messages attached."

Her mind raced. She had been so careful, so sure she had deleted everything. A cold knot of dread grew in her gut. This was it—everything she had worked for, flushing down the drain.

"Kelly, tell me what's going on," he urged, his eyes piercing through her.

Her voice cracked as she spoke. "I made a mistake. A big one."

He leaned in closer, his expression unreadable. "Tell me everything."

The words tumbled out of her mouth like vomit—how she had started sending the photos to a guy at school that wanted to have sex with her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, feeling the weight of her mother's eyes from the kitchen. "I'm trying to change. I've stopped all of that."

Mr. Daniels' expression softened, but his tone remained firm. "Well, it seems your past has caught up with you. These are serious allegations, and we need to address them." He paused, giving her a moment to absorb the gravity of the situation. "We're going to need to talk to the school principal, Mrs. Jenkins right away.