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parallax23) wrote2009-11-07 10:50 pm
parallax23) wrote2009-11-07 10:50 pm
Good Idea
Good Idea
“Have you ever done something that seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you look back on it, it wasn’t?” I asked. “Well, at no point was this a good idea.”
“Huh?” came a sleepy mumble from the phone receiver. “Ariel, is that you?”
“No Kara, it’s the Easter Bunny,” I hissed but quickly regretted my words. This was my best friend and I had no right to take out my anger on her. “Sorry Kara, it’s been a rough night.”
“It’s 3am,” Kara groaned. “What happened that couldn’t wait til morning?”
I sighed. Where to begin? It may have been late, but I was still wide awake. My family had just come in from a wedding reception and settled in for the night, but I was probably the only one still having a minor panic attack.
“I slept with Max,” I choked out, my voice once more cracking the silence in my room.
“You’re dreaming again,” Kara said in a tired voice, obviously wanting to go back to sleep. “Go back to bed.”
“Kara, it was Max. He was at the wedding,” I said forcefully.
I didn’t need to see her to know that she had fully woken up when I told her that. My heart was beating quickly and my hands were shaking so much that I thought I would drop the phone.
“Oh my god, you’re not kidding!” Kara’s shocked whisper came through the receiver.
“I lost my virginity in the back of his friend’s Hyundai,” I gritted out. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“I don’t know if to say congratulations are in order or not,” Kara replied, referring to our hopes of losing our virginity before marriage and my failed crush on Max back in high school. “But considering that it was a Hyundai and not a Honda… Plus it wasn’t even his car.”
“I know,” I gritted out, curling into a ball on my bed.
“You have to tell me everything!” Kara said. “You don’t just wake me up at 3am saying you lost your virginity to Max and not give details.”
I sighed again. “There’s not much to tell. We were at my cousin Todd’s wedding, where everyone kept asking why I didn’t have a boyfriend or saying I was up next to get married. I don’t know which was worse… Anyway, just my luck, Max and Todd are buddies from school so that’s why he was at the wedding. My cousins managed to get a few drinks in me, but I wasn’t drunk, just tipsy. Really tipsy.
“I didn’t think he would even pay attention to me. Like he noticed me when we had class together with Cassie practically flashing her assets in his face… Anyway he came up to me and said that he wanted to talk. You know, catch up on old times? Then all of a sudden talking turned to kissing to… God, I’m a whore now.”
“You’re not a whore.”
“You’re right. Whores get paid. I’m a slut.”
“Ariel.”
“You’re right. I’m not a slut. My cousin Leslie is a slut and she’s slept with half the guys in the county. I’m overreacting?”
“Just a bit.”
“So I’m not a whore?”
“Not unless you make this a habit.”
“Trust me, I never plan to have sex with Max again.”
“You didn’t plan to have sex with him this time. What difference would it make next time?”
“Touché.”
“So how was it?”
I considered how to answer her. I’d never had sex before, but then again neither had she. What would I compare it to? “It didn’t exactly live up to the expectation in my head. I heard the first time hurts worse. To make it worse the backseat was not that big. I’d give the whole thing a seven out of ten. Though I definitely have a deeper appreciation for soccer players now. That’s all your virgin ears need to know.”
“I bet you do,” Kara giggled.
I stiffened, wondering if and when I’d have sex again. “Well, it was one of those one time things. I plan to never see Max again, let alone sleep with him. He’s a loser I used, not the other way around. I just checked off something that was at the top of my to-do list.”
“Don’t you mean your ‘who to-do list’?”
“Hey, that’s an accomplishment too.” I yawned. It had been a long night and I was starting to feel tired. My feet had quit on me long before my back had that evening.
A muffled sound came from the other side that sounded like a yawn. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“The next time you get drunk and sleep with a guy you used to like, don’t call me in the middle of the night to tell me about it.”
“Next time I’ll try to have sex in the middle of the day so I can call you right after.”
Kara laughed on the other side of the line. “I truly appreciate that. Good night. Don’t let the bad boys bite.”
“Oh, getting bitten isn’t so bad.”
“My poor virgin ears!”
I stifled a laugh as I heard footsteps go by my door. I didn’t want anyone in the house to catch me on the phone at this hour; my mother wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. “Well, I better let you get back to your beauty sleep. Good night, Kara… and thanks for listening to me be insane.”
“Good night, thanks for letting me live vicariously through your slutty shoes.”
“Anytime, my friend. Anytime.”
“Spoken like a true whore,” she said and hung up.
I put my phone on my nightstand and decided that it didn’t matter if it was a good idea to sleep with Max. It would be one hell of a story I could write come tomorrow afternoon.
A/N: This was just something hanging around my laptop that I felt like sharing. I really need to get the guts up to write something more graphic like I want to, so all suggestions and tips are welcome. It's something I want to do because I can actually see it in my head for the story, but I get antsy typing it out. Weird. Anyway, thanks for reading!
“Have you ever done something that seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you look back on it, it wasn’t?” I asked. “Well, at no point was this a good idea.”
“Huh?” came a sleepy mumble from the phone receiver. “Ariel, is that you?”
“No Kara, it’s the Easter Bunny,” I hissed but quickly regretted my words. This was my best friend and I had no right to take out my anger on her. “Sorry Kara, it’s been a rough night.”
“It’s 3am,” Kara groaned. “What happened that couldn’t wait til morning?”
I sighed. Where to begin? It may have been late, but I was still wide awake. My family had just come in from a wedding reception and settled in for the night, but I was probably the only one still having a minor panic attack.
“I slept with Max,” I choked out, my voice once more cracking the silence in my room.
“You’re dreaming again,” Kara said in a tired voice, obviously wanting to go back to sleep. “Go back to bed.”
“Kara, it was Max. He was at the wedding,” I said forcefully.
I didn’t need to see her to know that she had fully woken up when I told her that. My heart was beating quickly and my hands were shaking so much that I thought I would drop the phone.
“Oh my god, you’re not kidding!” Kara’s shocked whisper came through the receiver.
“I lost my virginity in the back of his friend’s Hyundai,” I gritted out. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“I don’t know if to say congratulations are in order or not,” Kara replied, referring to our hopes of losing our virginity before marriage and my failed crush on Max back in high school. “But considering that it was a Hyundai and not a Honda… Plus it wasn’t even his car.”
“I know,” I gritted out, curling into a ball on my bed.
“You have to tell me everything!” Kara said. “You don’t just wake me up at 3am saying you lost your virginity to Max and not give details.”
I sighed again. “There’s not much to tell. We were at my cousin Todd’s wedding, where everyone kept asking why I didn’t have a boyfriend or saying I was up next to get married. I don’t know which was worse… Anyway, just my luck, Max and Todd are buddies from school so that’s why he was at the wedding. My cousins managed to get a few drinks in me, but I wasn’t drunk, just tipsy. Really tipsy.
“I didn’t think he would even pay attention to me. Like he noticed me when we had class together with Cassie practically flashing her assets in his face… Anyway he came up to me and said that he wanted to talk. You know, catch up on old times? Then all of a sudden talking turned to kissing to… God, I’m a whore now.”
“You’re not a whore.”
“You’re right. Whores get paid. I’m a slut.”
“Ariel.”
“You’re right. I’m not a slut. My cousin Leslie is a slut and she’s slept with half the guys in the county. I’m overreacting?”
“Just a bit.”
“So I’m not a whore?”
“Not unless you make this a habit.”
“Trust me, I never plan to have sex with Max again.”
“You didn’t plan to have sex with him this time. What difference would it make next time?”
“Touché.”
“So how was it?”
I considered how to answer her. I’d never had sex before, but then again neither had she. What would I compare it to? “It didn’t exactly live up to the expectation in my head. I heard the first time hurts worse. To make it worse the backseat was not that big. I’d give the whole thing a seven out of ten. Though I definitely have a deeper appreciation for soccer players now. That’s all your virgin ears need to know.”
“I bet you do,” Kara giggled.
I stiffened, wondering if and when I’d have sex again. “Well, it was one of those one time things. I plan to never see Max again, let alone sleep with him. He’s a loser I used, not the other way around. I just checked off something that was at the top of my to-do list.”
“Don’t you mean your ‘who to-do list’?”
“Hey, that’s an accomplishment too.” I yawned. It had been a long night and I was starting to feel tired. My feet had quit on me long before my back had that evening.
A muffled sound came from the other side that sounded like a yawn. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“The next time you get drunk and sleep with a guy you used to like, don’t call me in the middle of the night to tell me about it.”
“Next time I’ll try to have sex in the middle of the day so I can call you right after.”
Kara laughed on the other side of the line. “I truly appreciate that. Good night. Don’t let the bad boys bite.”
“Oh, getting bitten isn’t so bad.”
“My poor virgin ears!”
I stifled a laugh as I heard footsteps go by my door. I didn’t want anyone in the house to catch me on the phone at this hour; my mother wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. “Well, I better let you get back to your beauty sleep. Good night, Kara… and thanks for listening to me be insane.”
“Good night, thanks for letting me live vicariously through your slutty shoes.”
“Anytime, my friend. Anytime.”
“Spoken like a true whore,” she said and hung up.
I put my phone on my nightstand and decided that it didn’t matter if it was a good idea to sleep with Max. It would be one hell of a story I could write come tomorrow afternoon.
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A/N: This was just something hanging around my laptop that I felt like sharing. I really need to get the guts up to write something more graphic like I want to, so all suggestions and tips are welcome. It's something I want to do because I can actually see it in my head for the story, but I get antsy typing it out. Weird. Anyway, thanks for reading!