Today is the day to lose my virginity.
I am Lily Stephens, 26 years old and single. I am done being single for so long, nor do I have any interest in making any boyfriend because of my ugly past. My ex had realized to me that there is no love, it's the only interest.
I was frustrated being hearing that my friends are getting married, having kids, or getting gifts from their boyfriends. I was literarily tired of listening about their personal s*x life. My colleagues use to tell me about the sex position they love. And being a virgin, it hits me hard. I feel single, but not ready for the mingle.
But yes, I would enjoy s*x. So, the goody-good girl was prepared to go to the bar to cherish her life.
It was my first time in the bar. I don't know where and how to find any random guy who is ready to do
anything. I have just seen in the movies that male and female protagonist find each other so easily and then finds a room.
I was expecting that only.
But, entering the bar made me realized that all movies are fake. Everyone was drinking and dancing, now who is a decent guy and who isn't?
I went to the counter to buy a glass of wine. Yes, it would be my first time as I come from a very strict family. I have never smoked, never eaten tobaccos, nor do I know the taste of alcohol. Just I sat at the counter, a bald uncle smiled towards me. He had a big tummy and still dared to give a yellow smile to
a girl of his daughter's age.
I realized that that's the chance I was waiting for. So, the movies aren't fake at all. These things happen in reality. I know that if I would smile back, he and I would end up in the bed.
So, I smiled back.
He came closure to me and offered me a drink. Although it's my first time, I acted like I am a pro! Yes, I have seen these attitudes to drink in movies.
After drinking a lot, my head started wobbling. I regretted drinking. I knew it was my first time, but still, I drank only-god-know-how-many-glasses.
.....
I don't remember anything clearly. I just felt like he wrapped me in his waist and took me in his car. I was just singing the same beat but my eyes were closed. I knew what he would do next. After taking me to the room, he threw me angrily over the bed.
I didn't know why he has done that. But, as it's my first time, I thought that it may be his style!
I tried to open my eyes but due to little darkness, I couldn't see anything properly.
I started opening my clothes. But, I was a little ashamed, a little guilty, and a little nervous. It's my first
time. I saw his figure coming near me. He asked in a deep angry voice, "What are you doing?"
I didn't know what to say now. Why he brought me here?
Now, the alcohol turned me so dizzy that I couldn't even open my eyes properly. I just said, "I need you!"
.....
He was good in bed. He was a little aggressive also. I was holding him tightly and suddenly, my hands touched his head.
I held his hair and suddenly realized something, how could a bald man have hair? I clearly remembered he had not a single thread of hair over his scalp. Then, I move my hands over his chest, and then his stomach.
Oh my god!
He had abs! I don't know how much. Did I enter the wrong car? Wait, I didn't enter by myself, it was him who put me in.
He was a ruthless sex master. He didn't care whether I was a virgin or not. I could feel the blood flowing. I thought that I would die for a moment. But, I enjoyed it also.
.....
Next morning.
I woke up with a sharp pain inside my body with a severe headache. As I tried to open my eyes, I realized the situation I was in. My gaze fell on the bloodstains and the evidence of the night before spread across the sheets. I felt a wave of embarrassment and discomfort.
I struggled to put on my clothes, my entire body aching. My mind raced with questions: Where is he? What if he started following me or tried to force me into something I don’t want? The room was lavishly decorated, suggesting wealth and power. I felt a surge of panic, worrying about how I would handle any future encounters. The thought of him possibly pursuing me made me decide to leave immediately.
I took three days off from work to recover physically and emotionally. My body was sore and it was painful to walk, and I didn’t want to make a scene at the office. As I finally felt well enough to return, I was relieved that the pain was behind me. I packed my bag and headed to work, noticing some changes in the office environment that seemed out of place.
When I arrived, I looked for my colleague and best friend, Nany. We had both been hired in the public relations department on the same day and were now on the verge of a promotion.
“Nany!” I called out.
She turned around and asked casually, “What’s up?”
I asked her, “What’s been happening at the company?”
Nany’s face turned serious. “First, why were you absent for three days? I tried calling you several times, but you didn’t pick up.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I fell ill suddenly and was too unwell to talk or do anything. I emailed my boss, and he didn’t say anything. I’ve never taken random leave before.”
Nany nodded. “Well, do you know what happened two days ago?”
I shrugged. “No, not really.”
“Our boss got caught cheating on the company. He was sending confidential data to rival companies.”
“Was he being paid for it?” I asked.
“Probably. He’d been doing it for years. Our main boss showed up unexpectedly on the 23rd of the month. He even checked your desk and noticed you were absent. He asked our boss about you, and our boss said you were ill. Then, our main boss went into the office and, half an hour later, the police arrived. Our boss got arrested.”
I realized that I had missed a significant event due to my leave. I also felt a pang of disappointment because our boss had always been good to us, and his arrest was a blow.
“So what happened next?” I asked.
“After that, our big boss decided to manage the entire company from this building,” Nany said.
I was stunned. Our big boss was based in another city. “But he was living far away. How could he manage from here?”
Nany reassured me, “It’s okay. If the big boss is here, we’ll likely get better facilities. You can already see some changes.”
I noticed some new developments in the office and felt that things were indeed shifting.
I sat down at my desk and said quietly, “Nany, I need to tell you something.”
Nany, drinking water, responded, “Hmm?”
I lowered my voice and said, “I had a one-night stand.”
Nany’s eyes widened in shock. “What? With whom?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I really don’t remember.”
Her concern grew. “What if he has a disease? Did you use protection?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure. I saw his semen, but I don’t remember using a condom.”
Nany was horrified. “What if you’re pregnant?”
“If that happens,” I said, “I would consider an abortion. I don’t want a child without a father. I wouldn’t want to explain to it that its conception was a one-night stand.”
Nany was visibly upset. “Then why don’t you consider finding a decent guy to marry? Not all men are unfaithful.”
I didn’t respond. My past experiences had made me distrustful of love. My ex had betrayed me, and I had struggled with depression because of it. I had resolved never to have another relationship. For me, the pain of past betrayals overshadowed any hope for future romance.
