Esctacy

One

Freedom is exhilarating. It was pretty evident. I was going to make the most of it. Having been used to a lot of restrictions, this sliver of freedom tasted like honey. Sweet. Euphoric even. I didn't have to answer anybody.

I was going out. I wasn't supposed to but how would they know? Besides, there's a first time for everything. And this was going to be the first of many other things I've been doing.

Not only was I going out, I had a feeling it'd be a night to remember. Call it a gut feeling. And I was willing to bet it wasn't wrong.

I had just got back into the whole dating scene, but it was only for the purpose of having meaningless sex. I was just looking for a good time. Funnily enough, I picked the one who'd made his intentions very clear.

To make things interesting for me, I played hard to get but it was more so that I knew beforehand if i was going to regret it as well. Instead of getting annoyed I was doing that, he said he liked that. Then, he proceeded to give me his number so I'd call him.

He stated he knew how to convince me. And so, I did. I called him. And while I was talking to him, I decided to stalk him a little, just to be sure he wasn't an ax-murderer. Not that that wouldn't totally make a very impressive headline in the news.

"Woman spends the night out with a man who chops her body up into little pieces."

While doing this, I found a girl on his account, that was obviously an immediate red flag, whom he claimed to be his ex-girlfriend. I genuinely didn't want to use my name and the word side-chick in the same sentence again.

He assured me that he was genuinely very happy in that picture, so I let it go. He said he wasn't one to cheat. Who am I to assume otherwise?

Wasn't the best way to start a conversation but he knew how to make conversation. I spoke to him for an hour and I told him I'd tell him if I wanted to meet him that night.

It was gonna be a late night coffee and then he'd drop me back to my place. And that's what we agreed upon.

I ended the call and went on about my day. It was gonna be a night out with friends and then I'd hang out with the mystery man for an hour.

We leave around 8:50 to go out. An after-party hosted by the seniors of my college. They needed fake IDs and I had one. What I didn't think through was the chances of them scanning it. Obviously that didn't work out too well for me, so we shifted the party to another club.

The next couple hours was me warding off creepy guys from my best friend, and sexy dancing to some good music.

At around 11:00, I got a call saying he would be there to pick me up by 11:30. And I was nervous. I was shitting myself. Why did I think meeting a random stranger in the middle of the night was a good idea? I wasn't thinking. That was for sure.

Then I remember how I wanted to do everything the old me would've only ever dreamt of doing. And it was just coffee so why not?

And so I waited for him. He shows up at exactly 11:30. He was punctual, gotta give him that. I get a call asking me to come out. I make my way out and look around, mind this, I have only seen a couple pictures of him.

I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, turning around, I take a look at him. The minute I do, he smiles. Okay I have to admit, he's easy on the eyes. How old did he say he was? Oh right, he was 20.

I ask him to lead the way. And I follow after. He was tall too, around 6ft. A major turn on for me. I knew I was gonna have a good time tonight.

We walk toward his bike. Leaning on his bike, we're just talking, waiting for the traffic to clear out. I noticed him checking me out a couple times, his eyes stopping at my thighs each time.