Mason had the kind of nervous energy that made him hard to ignore. Slightly chubby, with an open face and restless hands, he was in his first year of college — and on a mission. All summer long, he’d quietly told himself he didn’t want to arrive at school still being a virgin. He’d worked at it with a stubborn sort of determination, though the closer the deadline came, the more frustration crept into his expression. This landed him here with Kay doing her fetish to get his reward so he could proudly step into college as a man.
   Now, here he was, desperation increasing, shifting in place, his eyes darting like he was weighing whether to keep pushing forward or finally give in. Every so often, a tiny drips slipped through — subtle, but noticeable if you were paying attention. Mason, ever quick with a defense, would insist he’d done nothing, swearing it on his life with a half-smile that didn’t quite hide his nerves. The problem was, I’d seen just enough to know better.
   His voice carried through the room, part confession, part warning, as he admitted the end was near. You could feel the tension winding tighter, the seconds ticking by like the slow beats before a drumroll. The only mystery left was how fast that last moment would hit — and whether he’d be ready for it when it did.