Fast Forward

It was seven years later, and I was seventeen. Sam and I were still neighbors, and he wasn't the slightest bit interested in me like that anymore. Too bad though. I had fallen in love with my best friend. I even masturbate as I thought of him and I f*****g when I was ten and he was eleven.
"Hey Randy, are you going over to Sam's?" My mom asked, and I nodded. She sighed, and I knew we all remembered that day. I walked outside and jogged across the road to Sam's house. Sam opened the door and pulled me in, laughing.
"Come in. My parents aren't here but two sexy girls are." He winked, and I felt anger bubbling. I did NOT want to see him making out with a damn girl! They were sitting and giggling. Sam patted the floor next to him and the girls whistled.
"Wow, you're cute." One said, and Sam put a bottle in the center.
"Okay, Randy you get to go first. And-"
"If you land on same sex, you still have to kiss!" The girl who called me cute called out. I swallowed. Yes!
"Okay, I guess that's fair."