They thought I was innocent.
They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books.
But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app.
My Birthday List.
1 Suck a c**k until he begs.
2 Get f****d in front of a mirror.
3 Anal slow first, then hard.
4 Try a blindfold.
5 Hear someone moan my name.
6 Cry from how good it feels.
7 Be used by more than one man.
Tonight, I was finally 19.
And I was ready.
It started at a lowkey apartment party. Just five of us. Music loud enough to shake the walls, smoke thick in the air, and the tang of tequila on everyone’s breath.
I wore the shortest pink pleated skirt I owned and a crop top I had to tape to stay on. No bra. No panties.
Every move I made felt like a dare.
And Drew took it first.
He cornered
