No matter what this Valentine’s day I will lose my V card. Even if it’s to the nerd. I am a jock. The star quarterback of college. And yet, I can’t even give away my V card on Valentine’s day. Desperation floods through my veins, and before I know it I am spilling the dark, dirty secret to my roommate. Who am I to say no to the nerd when he offers some pointers? I have seen how well he does with men. I am not gay, but maybe if I can kiss him, really kiss him, I will know it’s there is nothing wrong with me. And it’s not like it would lead to anything. It’s just a friend helping a friend. But naughty words are sending tingles down my spine, and addicting lips are claiming mine. This is wrong. I shouldn’t have lust pooling in my thighs. And I shouldn’t be begging to see the nerd’s quivering body. But man, it feels so right. Maybe finally this Valentine’s day I can get what I want and more.