Body Is A Temple

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

His bare chest hit against mine, gasping for air. I could feel his heart beat against my skin. Fast, rapid beats. His green eyes rolled back behind his head as he gave a small grunt. His hair stuck to his forehead as if the sweat was some sort of glue. Silence. How pathetic. He lasted barely 5 minutes. I took a deep breath and rolled off from underneath him. His body collapsed along his bed. He was weak and fragile. He was trying to make some sort of sound but nothing came out. I slipped on my black dress and paused as I looked into the mirror. A fool. I thought. A stupid fool, but I heard that a fool was the best thing to be in this world. I bit my lower lip and looked away from the mirror. That damn lying mirror.

"That. Was. Something. Else. God Alli, your tits-"

He fell quiet, probably reliving the best 5 minutes of his life. I needed to get the hell out of here. I was better than this. I told myself I don't need this. I reached for my car keys and headed towards the door, fast. Maybe he wouldn't see me-

"So, when can I call you again?"

He sat up quickly. I didn't see him regaining strength anytime soon. This guy is a joke. I couldn't even remember his name. God what was his name?

"Im sorry, what's your name?"

"It's Connor..."

I could smell how offended he was in the air. Maybe if he was good at what he was doing, I could of remembered.

"Oh right, Connor. See, I didn't plan on this being a regular basis type thing"

I say glaring into his eyes. He ran his sweaty hands through his hair and gave a weird smile. A weird ass smile. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"But it can be"

He rolled off his bed, standing up. My eyes dropped down to his--genitals. My eyes started to twitch. The sight was....

"No, I rather not"

I looked away. It was like a deformed pickle. Now that I made that connection, I can't even look at pickles the same.

"But, Ally. this was the best first sex I ever had"

"Jesus Christ, you were a virgin?"

A pause roamed into the air. What the hell??? He told me he had "multiple partners" before.

"Was"

Here we go again. I rolled my eyes and opened his door. Virgins are a no go. They get these feelings and get so clingy with you. How embarrassing is this. I remember last time I took a virgin's holiness; they couldn't stop expressing their love for me. I just want something where we aren't attached, and just have sex to relieve stress, or for the hell of it. Rough sex, happy sex, I just got out of work sex, I'm not feeling good sex! A guy that can at least last while I take my damn clothes off. I started my car and left. I couldn't help but feel those feelings of loneliness and disappointment in myself. My mother always told me "Allison, your body is a temple, no man should never touch you until you are married and loved for all eternity" well mother love is shit. I find myself in the bottom of a bottle, wasted with tears and this unforgivable sin. This is the only time I feel loved and wanted, and is that too much to ask for? To feel some sort of love? Even while we are exposing our pure bodies to each other, while we are making this fake love to each other, while our hands are tangled into each other. Damn. Everything is better in the moment when it's pretend but the harsh reality is that nothing is never true as you want it to be.The tears began to fall.

I stopped my car at a red light. I ran my hand through my long blonde hair and looked to the car beside me. Holy Shit. I pounded my palm into the steering wheel of my car, yelling out Sasha's name. I take my hand and run it against my tears. With her confused brown eyes, she looked over and then her smile lit up as she unrolled her window.

"Alli, I was just about to call you"

"Pull into this bar"

I holler over the engine. Sasha. what a crazy bitch she is. I mean that in the nicest way possible. We been friends all through high school, had our moments, but she made me who I am today. She may have been a bad influence, but I think those people are the funnest at times. Not to mention she's been there for me--for everything. She was there for me when my own family wasn't.

"Oh my god, Alli!"

She says as we both get out of our car meeting in the empty parking lot. It was a wednesday, nobody comes to the bar on a weekday in this town.

"What have you been doing?"

"Looking at houses! Oh my god, I found the cutest white picket fence house. Oh my god, you know what would be even better?"

Her brown curls bounced every time she would say "Oh my god". I laughed at her excitement. She has too much energy, she always had.

"What if you come live with me!"

"With your fiancè?"

"Yeah-"

"No, that's weird"

"Oh come on, no its not"

She reassured.

"No thats pretty weird. Thats like me signing my life away to be a third wheeler"

"Oh boo, you suck"

I smiled and looked at a car that just pulled in. A black chevy truck with tinted windows. Who the hell comes to the bar at this time of night? I see a foot step out. I look over to Sasha.

"Whose that?"

Her face turned towards the car. She squinted her eyes tight as if that would help her see anything.

"Stop staring"

I say laughing at the face she was making. She smiled up at me.

"He's cute"

I watched as he made his way over to us. He had dark mysterious eyes, bold eyebrows and a tight jaw. He looked like he was in his middle 20's. My eyes began to wander elsewhere.

"You ladies lookin' to drink?"

"Well I, have a fiancè to attend to, but Alli loves to drink, she loves her Tequila"

I glared over to Sasha and her desperateness. I don't need her help to get a guy. I have everything I need.

"Well, drinks on me tonight"

I look over to him as Sasha pokes my side.

"You two have fun"

She walks off into her small Jeep. I look up into his eyes.

"I have things to do tonight"

"Its just a drink"

He says quickly. I don't know what he said to me, but he had me in that empty bar drinking. It was probably his smile that got me. His hand rested on my thigh with a glass of Bacardi next to him. He looked into my eyes,

"Whats your name dear?"

"Allison"

I say with a mumble. I was feeling a little tipsy, but not out of it.

"Call me Rio. You're one beautiful girl"

I gave a smile. A small one. His hands made its way onto my thigh. I look over to the bar tender who was cleaning shelves with his back towards us. I smile over to the guy and gestured to make our way elsewhere. We walked off towards the bathrooms, he grabbed at my hand leading me into the guys bathroom. Before the door even shuts he slams me against the wall with his hands grasped around my breast. His tongue shoved inside of my mouth. Our heavy breathing, that smelt like alcohol mixed together. He lifted my dress up, pulling down my thong. I like how aggressive he was. I loved it. I felt my phone vibrate in my purse. I ignored it, I was caught up in things much more interesting.

"You wanna get that?"

He said unzipping his pants. I shook my head. He dropped his pants and picked me up, placing me on the sink. With every thrust I moaned louder and louder. Chills crawling up my back, his hands in my hair. My toes curling. What a lovely fool I am.