"Some nights I close my eyes and imagine feeling your lips on mine, your whispered words slowly pushing my legs apart"
Michael Faudet
Bea woke up with her head whirling. I must have drank a lot last night, she thought.
Her eyes adjusted to the light passing through the blinds. She forgot to fix that last night.
Last night.
Party
Dancing
Kissing...
Jho!
She immediately got up looking frantically for Jho. When she stood up, she realized that she was stripped off her clothes.
Oh God what have I done last night? She panicked.
Sex
It finally dawned into her that they did it last night. Jho took her precious v-card without leaving any trace – not a phone number, not even her full name! She was pissed at how the girl left hanging because nobody has ever done this before. No one ever dared to except, of course, Jho.
She slumped back in her bed, replaying everything that she could remember from last night and found herself squirming uncomfortably. She felt sore underneath which was an evidence that what happened was real.
She sighed in dismay. How could Jhoana just leave like that? Wasn't she satisfied with me or was there something wrong that I've done? She asked herself.
It's the first time that she doubted her performance in bed since Jho didn't stay. Most girls would try to cuddle with her and compliment her after or ask her out on a date but no, Jho didn't. She left without a word.
She was now thinking of how she could reach this girl named Jho and for Christ's sake there are millions of people named like her. The problem is Jho was not a regular in the club where she they met.
She decided to contact Ara, one of her best buddies since college. A few rings and then Ara answered.
"Victonara..." Her voice trailed.
"Dude you sound awful. What's with you?"
Ara must have noticed that something was bothering her since she knew her too well. After her one night stands, she would proudly share her experience from the previous night but today was different.
"I met this girl-"
"Oh my God. Totoo na ba to?" She was clearly surprised by her opening words because no girl has captured Bea's attention until now.
"She's different, dude. Extraordinary I should say," she mumbled as she lay naked under the sheets, staring at the ceiling.
"Wow! She had you. Who's this girl again? Joy? Jem? J-"
"It's Jhoana."
As her name rolled off of her tongue, the memories from last night flashed before her eyes in full detail. She could remember vividly how Jho's eyes met hers with uncertainty and fear, how her hair fell flawlessly over her shoulder, how her lips curled into a devilish smile as she begged for pleasure.
"Something big must have happened last night for you to sound so..." she spoke the last word weakly. "off."
"She took it dude. I gave it up," she shyly admitted.
"Shit is really getting real. Tangina brad, nag-iisip ka ba?!" Ara exclaimed over the phone causing her to shut her eyes in annoyance.
