Monica:
This was a bad idea, why did I ask Stacy for help? I'm currently in the shortest dress I ever wore, fully painted with make up, I even put on a fake tan and a wig that sometimes blocks my view, in a bar/club full of people I don't know and probably can't be trusted, all alone, looking for the one to deflower my miserable ass ..not literally tho.
Ofc I could have gone to my actual friend, y'know?Trixie? Who's definitely not a virgin.
Oh right! You already did, and she tried to stop you, talking about patience and what not. So you were left with no choice.
The nerves are making me write in my diary at a freaking bar, soo drunk to spell correctly, and still a virgin, I don't get what Stacy meant at all,
Her only text was:
" Go to a corner and drink, doesn't matter what. The first man you think you like, preferably a drunk man too, grab him and ask him to take you to hotel, don't think too much, try to enjoy most of it, and most importantly put a condom, there's one in the dress pocket, get rid of it girl:)"
I just kept drinking and drinking (cocktails) since I read the text two hours ago, I don't think she meant to get to~ can't see anything ~type of drunk, but this is good enough, now... right! A man, where is he? My prince charming... No actually I prefer the villain... What was I thinking about now?.. right, men! But they all look the same, suits here and there and...
Sweet heaven, who's that by the bar?
" I'm a nobody, and you're drunk.... Should that cocktail be in your hand, kid?" I probably said that out loud after stumbling all the way here and throwing my self at him.
He did steal my drink tho, horrible man. He's not wearing a suit... A staff member maybe? But the baseball cap?...you know what? I don't care no more...I need him just as drunk as me .
" Wanna hang out together privately, pretty boy?"
The southern accent I tried to put was fake and it sounded like it but it made him laugh, his voice is very comforting almost familiar, kinda needed that to ease the nerves...right, drunk!
" Who knows you might get lucky tonight ?"
" Are you even old enough to be here? I'm not interested in college kids."
" Who says I can't hit on a hot gentleman just because he's a little older?"
Was I moving quick? Absolutely, but I can't wait longer.
" Such a smooth tongue? darling, I didn't say you can't, just not me."
"But, I got my eyes on you, sweetheart. Grab your keys and let's go if you're up for it, old man."
" I do you one better, I call u an Uber to take you to your home after paying your tab, and you can leave me alone, sounds good?"
Was I offended I got rejected? Yes absolutely, but I understand that no means no. And as I start looking around for another man after paying my own tab, I get caught in someone's arms.
" How about I take you for a spin, Mama?"
A very handsome, very tall guy said behind me as he led us to the dance floor.
That was easy enough, or so I thought...
" Leave her alone, she's with me." The first guy I talked to interrupted us as he grabbed me hard , back in his embrace.
" Really dude? Come on you weren't interested before!"
" Yeah you weren't, as a matter of fact I'm no longer interested either, remove your hand, I'm going with him." I yell at him at least I think I did while not putting any effort whatsoever to try and get away ... What? He was warm and comforting, almost like a bear ... to think about it, he is the size of one ... Is he undercover as a human.... TF am I thinking?.. As I come back to my senses I'm getting transferred to taxi with said teddy bear, seems like the other guy was a coward and left us alone.
"Excuse me! I want the other guy he's more fun."
"No he's not, and no you ain't going nowhere, you're hammered, I'll get you to hotel tonight, can't have you drunk driving on my watch."
" The heck? TF do you care? No I need to go back. Why TF is everyone controlling my life and disregarding my opinion ? Even a stranger now.."
" Your very drunk opinion btw, if you thought Dave was just fun you definitely a horrible judge of character, If I hadn't stopped him you would have had a high chance of being a young mom that guy has a breeding kink and what do you mean you need to go back?"
" At least I would have had sex... And it's none of your... actually it is, it's your fault you need to take responsibility!"
" ...I don't have to do anyt...."
I screamed and we got kicked out of the taxi...
Was the last thing I remembered ... until I woke up ofc...with said stranger...in bed beside me.... asleep and naked... Face covered with the sheets ...only a tattoo showing...on his bicep...the hangover was killing me but I needed to get out fast... I picked up my clothes and as I saw the red stain on the sheets I ran with glee...after wearing my clothes in the hall ofc...
As I paid in cash for the room. I took a cab to the bar, picked up Stacy's car and drove it back to her house then I went back to mine, called in sick for school, and went to the shower just thinking about it as the water ran down the drain..I lost it.. I'm free.. finally.
And I remember every second of it, no wonder I'm that sore, that guy was the best, I mean I know I'm not one to judge because it was the only time I done it but I don't feel shit like I expected to, just a little back pain and sore muscles, wasn't this supposed to be painful and scary? Apart from my hangover I'm fabulous...I almost doubted I even done it but I did, I remember the feeling of it inside... Maybe because he prepared me well?_ not to brag but he was very hot and bothered_ Could I be more of a cliche, falling for the guy who took my v-card? Damn.
But as I gone out the shower and looked in the mirror I realized why I was feeling so refreshed, it's because I was numb from the waist down to my hips.
It wasn't the hickeys or the bite marks on my behind that pulled out my scream.... It was the tattoo I had on my lower back, the one smaller but still identical to the one I saw on his bicep, this weird outline of a crushed skull above some words in cursive....Gosh this was a bad idea.
Summary of what happened next:
Mom came in saw the tattoo and cussed me, noticed I showered thus hit me on my behind but she didn't say a single word about the obvious love marks_ not that he did them with love, if anything I think he hate me the way he made them lasting on purpose _ I was grounded but on the brighter side I get to stay in bed for the foreseeable future...except for school ofc.
Note to future self:
Never ask Stacy for help again!!