We stumbled into my hallway messily pushing off each other clothes. It was almost like competition; who could get the other naked first.
I won, as I pushed the blue eyed boy down onto my bed, and shimmied his boxers down. I climbed over his body eagerly and kissed his lips. He groaned into the kiss as I placed my hand on him. I'm not normally the kind of girl to sleep with a guy on the first day of knowing him, and a client too. It's such a stroke of rebellion for me.
This was not my first time having sex. I lost my virginity in one of those awkward painful ways, where bodily fluids are massively involved, due to my hormonal state of 16; tears. The drinking we'd been doing before; Sick, and the fact that it was my first time; blood. All in all, I didn't enjoy it... The first time.
I lost it to my high school boyfriend, Dylan. He was gorgeous, intelligent and dorky in the most adorable way it's unreal. I could spend every single second with him every single day and not get tired of the sight, sound and even smell of him. I loved how he smelt, like mint and honey. Every day with no fail.
We broke up when I moved back to Ireland, it was a heartbreak definitely. He was my best friend. We were friends before we dated and still are now, but he said something about me not holding up my end of the bargain while I was in a different country. I was offended at the time but now I see what he meant, as Niall pushed himself into me. I hadn't even noticed what he'd been doing while I was thinking of Dylan. God Allie! Stop thinking of your ex-boyfriend while having intercourse with overly attractive males.
It was sweet and simple. Nothing massively extravagant happened before, during or after. Just the basic stuff, kiss, climax, cuddling. I felt bad that I hadn't felt anything life changing with Niall, cause I loved his company but... I'm sorry, I just didn't. I felt like a bitch the next morning when I rolled over to see his sleeping face and I sighed, unhappy. It probably would've been easier to face him if he wasn't naked in bed next to me.
I quickly slid out of the bed, thank god he wasn't a sleep-spooner. I tiptoed into the bathroom and groaned at the state of myself. My hair stuck in odd directions, my makeup lining my eyes heavily, and my body smelt of sex. I jumped in the shower and washed myself down, not feeling dirty as such, but just knowing i needed a clean.
I poked my head round the bathroom door and saw that Niall was still sleeping. I'd leave my hair wet till he woke, not wanting to give him a rude awakening from the noise of the hairdryer. I just put on a pinstriped play suit I bought for an interview but my aunt said it was too 'preppy'. So I had to wear a pantsuit, gross.
I made a mug of coffee, well two just in case Niall got up anytime soon. I just kind of stood in the kitchen, not sure what to do with myself. Sipping coffee. Eventually Niall appeared in the doorway, looking dishevelled and hung over.
''Bloody hell, are you not hung over?" He looked up at me, knocking me away with those eyes.
"Ha ha, nah I never get hangovers... Blessed." I giggled passing him a cup and searching the cupboards of paracetamol "Want some pain relief?"
"Depends what you mean by that?" His lips were suddenly against my neck and his arms wrapped round me from behind. It took me by surprise but I enjoyed it... While it lasted. "Thanks." He took the tablets from my hand once I found them and swallowed them with his coffee. "What time is it?"
"Er, 8:30." I looked at my watch.
"Fuck, why are we up this early, let's go back to bed." He grabbed my waist and tried dragging me back to bed
"Ha ha, no, once I'm up, I'm up," I explained, only then did I fully realize Niall was just in boxers. "Don't wanna crease my play suit."
"Oh, I forgot to mention," He put his finger up in remembrance "You look beautiful." Butterflies.
