Don't Think Twice

Ch 2: A "virgin" who loved it and a "virgin" in denial.

A "virgin" who loved it and a "virgin" in denial : Airi

             I woke up to warm rays of sun. Trying to recall all that I missed from last night, I got up to stretch, getting a view of my own breasts. Bare breasts.

I’m naked? I questioned myself in my mind. “Oh shit, I’m naked,” I said  aloud, trying to recover the events of last night. My eyes skimmed the carpet to gain evidence. Clothes; clothes everywhere. To the other side of me was Liam, sprawled in bed with a blanket covering half his back and—.

Is he naked too? Crap. What happened last night? After many seconds of panic, I took action.

“Liam, wake up. Wake up! Wake up Liam!” I shook his shoulder hard, hoping I’d get solid explanations.

“Alright, alright. I’m up. What?” I quickly covered myself in the two seconds I had.

“Did we… did we… do it last night?”

“Why else would we be naked?” he answered calmly, rubbing his eyes from sleep.

“OH GOD! I CANNOT BELIEVE WE—OH MY GOD! HOW DID I LET THIS HAP—SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” I yelled, anxiety flushing my system.

“You’re acting like a girl who lost her—oh no. Don’t tell me you’re a—”

“Yes, you idiot! I was a virgin until last night. This is your entire fault, pulling those illegal moves on me!”

“You gave me the impression that all you wanted to do was have sex with me; cracking jokes about sexual desires and what not.  And last night you seemed like you were having fun, moaning every few seconds,” he retorted, his eyes widened in defense.

“Asshole! How dare you call me a sl*t when you’re a total manwh*re; kissing me all over with no self-control!” I yelled as I grabbed the clock on the side table, spiking it at him.

He ducked right on que.

“I didn’t know! You were ripping my clothes off!”

“And I'm about to rip your dick off!” We glared at each other. Then I saw the time; another disaster.

“Shit, shit, SHIT! I have ballet. I need to change. Turn around!”

“No bitch, this is my home.” I went red in anger, my head beginning to feel light.

“Believe me when I say that I am seconds away from kicking you in the balls while wearing a pair of your cleats.” Liam rolled his eyes and grabbed something from the ground, throwing it in my face.

“Nice bra. You look real delicious in Victoria’s Secret.” He smiled, mocking my small b-cups.

 “F*ck you.”

“No, you f*ck me.”

“Don’t look.”

“Don’t worry. I got a good look at you yesterday. I can wait a few hours.” Regret washed over, enticing me to slam my head against a wall.

“You’re probably used to it. How long have you been bathing with your mother?”

“Long enough to know that your body’s got some secrets that she’ll never be able to pull off.”

I ignored his insult with a defiant stare. Slipping into my bra, I grabbed the closest piece of clothing, wrapping it toga style around my hips.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I turned to see Liam in his boxers zipping up a pair of khakis.