Just Another Story About A Boy And A Girl

Easy Going...

Just Another Story About A Boy And A Girl...

Easy Going...

Blair's POV

It's always the same. Boy meets girl. Girl likes boy. Boy thinks girl is hot but doesn't want to commit, therefore he won't date her. But a one night stand? In their minds, that's okay. Although if you get a girl drunk enough, she'll open her legs to just about anybody. It's the truth, and I speak only the truth.

It happened to me.

***

Getting ready for Jenna's party, all I could think about was getting a boyfriend. I was eighteen, and the only senior in my class without a respective other. They will probably all break up when high school comes to an end in seven months' time, but that didn't stop me from wanting to join in with the cliqué. Who would wanna be the only single person in a senior class of 127 students?!

But the people that would be a this party came from all the schools around the area. My school, the prep school of course because my parents think it's the best (yeah, right!) is the smallest. And I feel like a total freak because we're the only uniformed high school in the area! 

But tonight I wore barely any clothes. Hell, if my parents had seen me before they left the house (luckily they weren't home) I would have been forced into a convent! So strict they were... But my tiny dress barely covered my behind, and if I were to bend over, it wouldn't cover anything at all. Not that I was one to care. Self-respect had totally gone out the window, and everything that I used to be didn't exist anymore. The only people in the world who still saw me as the old Blair Lewis were my parents...

Jenna picked me up at around 6pm.

"Shit, B! You look hot!" she squealed.

"Ha, thanks!" I grinned. "If I don't get a boyfriend tonight, I'm gonna kill myself!"

"Oh, you don't need a guy," she said, looking at me up and down as I climbed into the car. "They only piss you off... then you get the make-up sex that goes with it."

"Exactly!" I groaned. "I want that!"

"It's not like you're a virgin," Jenna stated.

"No, but it's been over a year since I last had sex," I whined. "I'm drying out!"

"Okay, you need a drink," Jenna announced, planting her foot on the accelerator.

Soon we arrived at her house. The party was pumping without the actual host. But all I wanted to do was have a drink in my hand and be dancing away to the loud music. I left my things in Jenna's car, knowing that's where they would be safest. I walked inside and went to the bar. I took a tequila shot, downing it fast.

"That was sexy, watching you do that," a voice said behind me. I turned to see one hot looking guy. Definitely a footballer.

"Like what you see?" I asked, winking.

"Totally," he moved closer to me. "I'm Eric."

"Blair," I greeted him. "You wanna have a go with me?"

"Sure," he smiled, taking the glass I handed him.

Soon I had probably done about ten tequila shots, downed three cans of rum and coke and about six cruisers. Eric and I danced away on the dancefloor as the sun set around us, plunging the outside into darkness.

"You have a hot body," Eric winked.

"Yours is hotter," I said, placing my hand down on his "stuff". He moaned in pleasure.

"Let's take a walk?" he suggested. I took his hand and followed.

We were right on the beach, and Eric led me down away from the house. The music could be heard from a fair way away, but Eric and I just kept walking.

"I brought a bottle of tequila, and some shot glasses," Eric announced, coming to a stop at a spot on the beach.

"Perfect," I grinned, taking the bottle and drinking from it.

It was a bit of a blur after that. Eric and I kissed... a lot. We made out, then the next thing I remembered was waking up with the hot sun on my bare bum. The sand beneath me had stuck to me, and I had no idea where my clothes were.

"Morning, sunshine," a voice spoke. Eric.

"Hey," I sighed, sitting up. "I'm naked... on the beach... what happened last night?"

"We had sex," Eric said proudly.

"Ow, my head," I groaned, feeling the full effect of my wild night. Not to mention being a bit sore in my private area...

"We drank a lot of tequila," Eric said, picking up the empty bottle. "It was full when we came down here."

"I've never woken up on a beach before," I said, looking around. "Where are my clothes?"

"Over there," Eric announced. "You stripped for me. I didn't even ask you to. Then you literally laid down naked on the sand, and begged me to do you. So I did. And it was good sex. I remember everything..."

"And I don't remember a thing!" I wailed.

"You drank most of that bottle," Eric said, raising an eyebrow.

"Please tell me we used protection," I said, grabbing my dress and undies.

"Yes, we did," Eric said uniformally.

"Are you sure?" I frowned.

"I'm not a good liar," he admitted.

"Well, I am, luckily," I said, pulling my clothes back on. He chuckled.

"What?" I frowned.

"You... have sand all over you," he laughed. "You might wanna shower before you try and convince your friends that nothing happened last night."

"Okay then," I blushed. "Here's my number. Call me sometime," I added with a smile.

"Will do, Blair," he said, walking away.

***

I managed to slip up into Jenna's bathroom and take a quick shower. It felt so good to get the sand off of me, but as I walked out of her bedroom, she stood in the doorway.

"Ooh, did someone get lucky last night and have to do the walk of shame?" Jenna teased.

"Maybe," I grinned.

"Oh, details!" she begged.

I told her what I remembered, and what Eric had told me. She knew Eric, as he was a friend of her brother. I dressed into something appropriate and Jenna dropped me home around lunchtime.

"Are you gonna see him again?" Jenna asked seriously.

"I hope so," I sighed, "We had sex. I'd like to know that's not all we're ever gonna have."

"Yeah, well Eric's single," Jenna smiled. "There's no reason he shouldn't like you. Or wanna see you again. And since he insisted on doing you on the beach because you apparently stripped for him and begged him to, he'd wanna!"

"I feel dirty for having sex on the beach," I admitted. "I'm still picking sand out of my ass!"

"Yeah, it's not as romantic as the movies make it out to be," Jenna laughed. "But... it's good to broaden your horizons."

"Ah, I won't be slipping off onto the beach in the night with a bottle of tequila and a hot stranger anytime soon," I laughed along with her.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before I came to regret my rendevous on the beach with Eric, but for now, I was feeling totally blissful. And I was happy.