It All Started With A One Night Stand

The Morning After

I turn around slower in disbelief. I recognize that deep, raspy voice that I have talked to several times and that draws in the attention of every girl on campus. I just cannot believe it was him. But of course with my horrible luck, how could it be anyone else? But Nathan Reid.

I look him over just to make sure and there is no mistaking it. Him with his curly brown hair that looks sexy when messed up, his morning stubble, his glowing golden eyes, his overwhelming muscles built from sheer hard work and determination. From him being naked I can also see his morning wood and can say that just like everything else about him, he is completely perfect and sculpted directly from god.

No reason I have pain all over my body and my area feels sore as hell. Though from the scratches and hickies I see on his body, I can see that I wasn't the only one who took pain last night.

I see his eyes staring at  mine, looking at me from up to down. Probably wondering how I got here and why out of all of the pretty and gorgeous women he could have went home with, he ended up with me. And just like that I am reminded of the differences in stratospheres and how he was so out of my league. Any girl would want to be in my place right now, losing their virginity to the hottest guy in school, anybody but me.

"I was planning to go do my walk of shame. Now if you will excuse me!" I said while turning around and trying to walk to the door. But before I get there, I feel his grip on my arm. He turns me around and I feel the closeness of our bodies and the nakedness of his. I see the beauty in him and cannot believe what happened, happened.

"You don't have to go, we can talk about what happened and take it from there." He says and as much as I wanted to argue back I realized that he was right. Unless we talked about what happened, I will not be able to get over it.

"Okay!" I say quickly hoping that I made the right choice. Though at this point I don't think I could make any worse ones.

"Okay! Great!" He says as without letting go of my arm, walked me to his bed. I sit on it and try to disregard the bed sheets on the floor, the wine cups on the bed side table and the condom that was staring directly at me.

"Sorry about that!" He says as he realized how awkward I felt about the condom on the floor. He picked it up, went to his kitchenette and threw it in the garbage underneath the sink. He also washed his hands to get the grossness of last night off them. Then he walked directly back to me.

"Okay so let's talk." He says as he rubbed his arms probably disgusted with the fact that his body touched mine. I mean he is sexy and probably thinks he is gods gift to women while I am the complete opposite. I have a chubby body and have weight issues that I always try hard to deal with, though I felt like it wouldn't be a problem. When I lost my virginity, I thought it will be with a guy who loved me and didn't care about my body, while from his reaction I can tell that he did.

"So do you remember anything?" He asks rocking on his feet.

"No not really?" I say trying to look anywhere but his morning wood that was staring directly at me.

"Oh sorry!" He said probably realizing that I had a bigger problem with his dick being out then with the condom being on the floor. He picked up the underwear from last night, went to what I assumed was the washroom, closed it and put it on. I guess if it had to be any sex god that I had sex with last night, I am happy it's with him as he seems to actually care about making me comfortable.

"So you really don't remember anything?" He asks as he opened the door and came back to join me.

"No, not a thing. I mean I remember getting ready for the party, coming, meeting up with you and you offering me a drink and then nothing. I probably took the drink as I feel like I forgot what happened because I drank. It was the first time I drank so I guess that's it. Do you remember anything?" I ask him hoping that he can clear things up for me.

"No nothing at all." He said while shaking his head with an upset look in his face. Great that means none of us remember anything. "I am soooo sorry for offering you the drink!"

"It's fine honestly. I mean it's not your fault we had sex! You were probably just as drunk as I was!" I said trying to reassure him. Because as much as I wanted to blame him, I realized that it wasn't either off our faults. I guess we were living in some kind of after school special against alcohol.

"So how do you feel?" He asked looking really concerned.

"I feel no different other than like feeling pain. I guess losing your virginity isn't as special as everyone made it out to be." I responded honestly.

"Wait you were a virgin!" He asked shocked. "I can't believe that!"

"Why it's not like there is a long line of guys who want to be with me!" I said looking away. Realizing that was the truth. I wasn't only waiting for marriage but it was also because nobody would ever want me.

"Well there should be! You are such a catch!" He says looking shocked, just as shocked as when I told him I was a virgin.

"I already had sex with you, you don't have to fake compliment me!" I say bitterly. I have no idea what game he was playing at, counting as a jock he loved playing games, but I am completely not in the mood for it.

"No I am being honest! You are beautiful and don't let anyone say anything else!" He says while staring into my eyes. I don't know if it was because of the sincerity he was saying it with or the fact that we had sex last night, but before I realize it we were leaning into each other. I see him close his eyes and right when we were about to kiss, I don't know why, but I turned away. I see him open his eyes and see him looking at me.

"Okay I guess I am going to go now. " I said as I felt his stare still lingering on me.

I picked up my stuff and was about to get off of the bed, when he said "You know you can stay here for breakfast and we can talk and who knows maybe get to know each other better?" He spoke with a strong determination but also with what sounds like strong vulnerability. I really wanted to say yes but I knew that he only felt bad for me and I don't want his pity.

"I think I would rather go." I say as I got off his bed.

"At least let me walk you home!" He said as he attempted to grab my stuff.

"No I am fine!" I say with strong passion and determination. " I really just want to go home by myself and think!" I stormed off.

"Okay fine, at least take this!" He says as he went to the other side of the bed, opened his draw, took something out of it and grabbed a pen beside him. He scribbled something on it and give it to me. I could see that it was his number written on a sticky note.

"Okay fine I will take it but don't expect my call!" I said embarrassed at how he felt so guilty that he gave me what his number or probably a fake number. I stuffed the paper into my pants, turned and walked out of his room. Hoping to leave everything that happened last night along with it.