My name is Romeo Jules. Im 17 years old. And I just lost my virginity. The girl I just had sex with lay beside me. Her eyes shut as she tries to catch her breath. The rain pounding outside matches the rhythm of her breathing. There was no doubt she was attractive. She was slim and petite but had a maturity of a woman peaking in her 20s even though i am sure shes roughy around the same age as me. Her long black hair laid across the pillow over my hand as if connecting us by the thin strings. Her light blue eyes were clearly contacts, but shone even though there was little emotion. Her lips,being the only thing i didn't touch, were small yet delicate. Her light brown skin had a certain glow that complimented the smoothness. The sheets covered her partially which made it easier to admire her body. One of her breast lay exposed from the sheets. She wasn't huge in terms of bust but she sure wasn't tiny either.
This beautiful girl led me to a hotel. This girl offered to ease to the pain.
No emotion.
No strings.
No expectations.
I always expected my first to be with a girl i loved. Specifically a girl named Yahari. That girl was the love of my life. I thought that if we stayed friends I could win her heart eventually. I was wrong.
5 hours ago I was rejected gloriously, on Valentine's day. Yahari was cold in her answer. She couldn't even look me in the eye.
I don't love you the way you love me.
Her words were like a natural disaster as it echoed a symphony of discord in my ears. As i walked away from her, without reserve, tears flowed down my eyes. It was fine to cry this time. The rain would cover my tears. No ine would notice.. Or care.
The sounds of the attacking rain covered the wails from my heartbreak.
The tears continued until i saw nothing but red.
Is it possible to cry so much that the blood from a broken heart replaces the tears? Am i crying blood....Why do I see red?
A cough and a even brighter flash of red appeared before me breaking me from my depressing delusion. A girl in a red dress stood looking down. Even though she carried an umbrella she was soaking wet from head to toe. Her face was also covered in water as if she just came from swimming. Just like mine. As if she too had been crying and using the rain to mask the pain. Her beautiful face was devoid of emotion. But even emotionless, her statue was like that out of a painting. So fragile yet so beautiful.
This girl carrying a umbrella dressed in all red came up to me and asked to buy my time. That led to my current situation.
Today is the day I lost the girl of my dreams.
Today is the day I lost my virginity.
"Well, as promised here's your pay" the girl next to me said breaking me out of my thoughts. Her words carried no emotion.
She dug into her bag that hung from the side of the bed mast and handed me a envelope. " This should cover the hotel as well."
She got out the bed and headed towards the restroom. The smell of her still lingered in the room. Probably her perfume. Even still she left a huge presence even in her absence.
Why did a girl like that want to have sex like this. And even more so....
I looked at the snow white sheets that now had a red stain.
It was her first time too.
This couldn't be how a girl imagined her first would be. With a stranger no less.
