The Party Where Someone Finally Took My Virginity
I’d dressed up a thousand times in front of my bedroom mirror, but that night, for the first time, it wasn’t just for me. Someone was waiting for me on the other side of the door.
I’d dressed up a thousand times in front of my bedroom mirror, but that night, for the first time, it wasn’t just for me. Someone was waiting for me on the other side of the door.
I changed clothes, put on coconut-scented perfume, and went back to the bar with one plan in my head: to find out whether that smile was for real.
For months I’d imagined it: a black dress, heels shining under the lights, and me standing on a corner, in plain view of everyone passing by.
I didn’t go looking for pleasure. I went to remember a buried desire: soft skin, curves, feeling desired. And she, with a whisper in French, gave me permission.
Every night she touched herself in secret and cried with guilt. That dawn she walked toward the dunes not knowing the desert held a temple, and inside it, a figure that would change everything.
She opened the door expecting the usual bottle. Instead, he offered her a lace apron and a smile that didn’t take no for an answer.
I went down to the pool thinking I was only looking for the gym and some sun. I had no idea they’d already decided what they’d do with me once the husbands closed their eyes.
A yellow Post-it on the little box said a single word: “Play me.” It was two in the morning, and curiosity won out over exhaustion.
—Today we’re just going to take care of you —she whispered, and I understood that after being her slut all night, it was time to be her girl again.
She was sipping her gin and tonic when two men sat beside her and told her about a film. By the time she finished her drink, she had already signed.
I walked into the suite expecting a frightened woman. I never imagined what was hiding under that long skirt, or how eagerly she meant to show me.
I’d spent half my life with the same woman when that stranger in leopard print sat beside me and looked at me the way no one had in years.
I’d been watching him in the locker room for months without daring to act. That afternoon, when he asked if I wanted to go up to his place, I knew it was now or never.