OUT

Chapter 2

Wednesday, August 27th 2014

'Have you a condom?'

'Eh, yeah. Should do.'

'Get it then.'

Jack took out his wallet and fished through it. There was a tattered ten Euro note crumpled up at the bottom, a few loose coins, his house key, a bank card, and his ID. In one of the credit card slots, he pulled out a battered looking Durex condom, tore off the blue seal with his teeth, and tossed the wallet onto the floor of the bathroom.

He and one of girls in his year, Róisín, had wandered off and found a disabled toilet down one of the corridors in the hotel that adjoined the nightclub where the afters of their Debs was being held. The chaos had died down from dinner earlier, and most of them were now polluting themselves with more alcohol on the dancefloor as some cheap country DJ pressed shuffle on his laptop. They had been kissing on the dancefloor, and she had ushered him out, eager to find somewhere more private.

'Have you done this before?' she asked, as he pulled his trousers down slightly. She was sitting on his lap while he sat on top of the toilet seat, so it was a bit of a struggle.

'Yeah,' he lied, 'have you?'

She shook her head, and kissed him again. Her breath stank of sambuca, and her hands were ice cold against his skin. The fact that she too was a virgin was somewhat of a relief. There was less pressure on him because she had no expectations. He didn't have high expectations either, he just knew it needed to happen before he officially left secondary school. He couldn't be an eighteen year old virgin.

He and Róisín had kissed a few times before. Always on nights out, but things had never progressed to this point with her before, or anyone for that matter. But he was drunk enough to feel somewhat confident about it. He couldn't do this sober.

He caught his reflection in the mirror, his brown hair was ruffled and sweaty, his fringe clung to his forehead. His face was slightly sunburnt, and his nose had started to peel slightly. He could tell he was drunk, he always could when he caught his reflection and his eyes struggled to focus.

'But I want to,' she said, and guided his hand and the condom towards his crotch.

With difficulty, he put the condom on, as she caressed the side of his face with her hand and sucked on his neck. He liked that. He also liked that he'd probably have a hickey the following day as evidence of his encounter.

Every so often, the sensor light in the massive cubicle switched off, but would flicker back on when one of them waved their arm to trigger it. She had mounted him, and her red ankle-length dress was reefed up around her waist. Her heels were off, and her black lace pants were on the floor. Jack had only taken off his suit jacket, which restricted his movement, but otherwise was still fully dressed.

'Is that nice?' she asked, continuing to kiss his neck as he gently guided himself inside her with his hand.

'Yeah,' he whispered, as he felt her body tighten around his pelvis.

It was a weird feeling. Warm and moist, but it felt good. He began gently thrusting, his hands around her waist to lift her up and down and she began moaning. Her hand slammed against the wall behind Jack's head for balance, as he gave a harder thrust. The sensation felt good.

'Is that good?'

'Yeah,' she whimpered softly, already seemingly short of breath.

He could feel the alcohol coursing through his body, which made his body feel heavy and he fought to stay hard inside her. She could obviously sense it too, because every so often she would kiss his neck with more intensity, exhaling her hot breaths against his skin. Apart from the hum of the fluorescent light above, and their staggered breathing, they were mostly silent.

The light switched off again. He waved out his hand and it flickered to life again. The room was cold, white, almost clinical. It felt weird, but cool, that he wasn't losing his virginity in a bed. This would be a better story for Never Have I Ever.

'Are you alright?' she asked after a few moments of thrusting, taking the 'King of the Debs' crown off his head and placing it on hers with a smirk, kissing him again.

'Jaysus, I am fucked,' he admitted as their lips separated.

Not a lie.

She grasped his throat in her hand, firmly yet somehow also gently, and kissed him hard. He grabbed her around the waist, and continued to bounce her up and down rhythmically. She moaned again and slammed her hands against the wall, burying her small breasts into his chest. He fought to up the intensity, and her moans got louder.

He wove his fingers through her hair, and gently clasped a handful in his fist, using it to steady her as she bounced.

'Oh God,' she exhaled, pressing her face against his neck and running her lips across it and then began to unbutton his shirt and kissed his bare chest.

He continued to thrust, and although he could maintain a steady pace, nothing seemed to be happening. He felt her thighs tighten again and his head lolled backwards with pleasure.

'Yeah,' he moaned, almost performatively like he'd seen in porn.

The minutes seemed to drag out, although he was far too drunk to have a proper idea of how much time had passed. As she continued to explore his body with her hands, kissing his neck more intensely, the lights switched off again. Without thinking, Jack reached for the red string he could sense beside his head that he had noticed earlier, and he gave it a gentle tug.

As the lights flickered back on, he dropped his arm back to his side, and a claxton began to roar inside the toilet. A call for assistance.

'Fuck! What's that?' she exclaimed suddenly, jumping upright on his lap.

'Shite, I dunno,' he replied, 'an alarm maybe?'

'Shit.'

He lifted her off him quickly and got to his feet, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the toilet. It smelled weird.

'Quick, leg it before we're caught!'

Jack pulled his trousers up and zipped his fly shut, downing the pint of Vodka and Red Bull sitting on the sink beside him, and he pegged it back towards the dancefloor, his bare chest on show, as the girl struggled after him, her dress falling back down her legs with her heels in her hands as she ran.