6. Izzy #2
“Well, I was staring at it when Zach found me. I made a comment about it being impossible and he said something about how I was spending my time with the wrong men.”
“Holy shit, he fucked you like that, didn’t he?” Steph asks, before she gets shushed.
I ignore them and keep going. “We ended up sitting at the bar, which I thought was strange at first, but then I realized how cozy you could get being side by side like that.” I let out a big sigh.
“Seriously, you guys, he was so freaking hot. Obviously, I knew his face was hot, but the rest of him was just as good. He’s huge, like nearing monster status.
And he’s ripped and his clothes fit him perfectly.
..” I sigh again. “He made me feel so small, it was wonderful. And he had this bad boy vibe going, which was totally zapping out my brain cells. I think we sat there for like two hours, just talking and looking up…” Shit.
They’re going to make fun of me for this part.
“Uh, looking up what, Izzy?” Meghan sounds entirely too smug. “Were you looking up dirty things with him, while sitting at the bar?”
“Polly Pocket!” I blurt out.
There’s a beat of silence that’s quickly followed by laughter from all three of the girls.
“Are you serious?”
“Why?”
“What the hell?”
“Come on, it’s not that crazy.” I argue while they’re still laughing.
“We were talking about childhood toys. He’d never heard of it.
Are you bitches trying to tell me that you didn’t have Polly Pocket?
” I decide to not tell them about the rollerblades.
That feels like something special, and I like being the only one who knows about it.
“Okay, okay. Polly was the shit.” Meghan concedes. “Now get to the naked part.”
“You’re such a pest -” I wave off the distraction. “I really liked him, so when the bartender asked if we wanted another round, I said no. And then I asked Zach if he was staying in the hotel.”
“You did not!” Katelyn coughs out.
“Well, how else was I supposed to get from point A to point B?!” I ask incredulously.
“You mean point D,” Steph says, and the others snicker.
I roll my eyes, but that was a pretty good one. “Anyways…” I take a breath and talk as quickly as possible. “We went up to his room. We had sex. I came twice. He proved that the wall sex thing was possible. His dick was huge. It was great. I snuck out while he was sleeping. The end.”
“No.” Meghan says.
“No?”
“Yeah, no… " she repeats.
“I have so many questions,” Steph adds.
“Same," says Katelyn.
I glare at my coffee pot. “Ugh, I knew you guys would want to know too much. What are your questions?”
“Everything!” Meghan pleads. “Damnit, Izz, I’m not getting any this weekend. I need to live vicariously through you. Did he just rip off your dress the second you entered the room and nail you against the wall? I mean that’d be hot as fuck, but I want details.”
“Fine! When we got to the room…” I take a moment to think back through how it all happened and I have to stop my self from clenching my thighs at the memory.
“He was very, I don’t know how to describe it.
He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this.
I know I was acting really nervous, even though I was excited about it.
Then he made me tell him exactly what I wanted.
It wasn’t really polite since he was being pretty Alpha about it.
Whatever it was, it was working. So, I pulled on my big girl panties and told him I wanted him to fuck me.
” There’s an audible gasp from all the listening parties.
Followed by giggles. “Needless to say, he liked that answer. He kissed me. Umm, kind of ferociously. Then he, uh, well, went down on me.”
“Good. As he should," is Meghan’s response.
“Right. So… I’d never experienced that before," I admit.
“What?!”
“Are you serious?”
“Girl!”
“I know, I know, my exes are the worst," I concede, cutting off any more outrage on my behalf. “I will say, I now understand the appeal.” There are hums of agreement. “From there, we did the wall sex. It was, well, pretty amazing. And intense. Seriously, I don’t know how we stayed upright. Well, aside from his muscles.” I bite back a moan.
“Then he carried me over to the bed and we finished there.”
“He carried you?!” Meghan whistles. “That’s hot.”
“It was," I agree. “And then I of course panicked afterwards and made it weird. I mean, how are you supposed to end a one-night stand? Isn’t the point that you have sex and then leave?”
“Basically. Why, what’d you do?” Steph asks.
I’m not proud of this moment, so I cover my eyes as I tell them, like that might hide my embarrassment. “I said something about needing a minute, then I’d go.”
“Needing a minute?” Katelyn asks .
“Yeah. I was still pretty shaky and needed to catch my breath.”
“Wait - " Meghan interjects. “You were still breathing heavy? Like had you literally just finished fucking, and then you’re like okay bye ?”
I don’t even have a chance to reply before she bursts out into hysterical laughter. The others not far behind.
I use their chuckle break to finish preparing my cup of coffee.
Once their laughter dies down, I continue. “You’ll all be glad to know that Zach had a similar response.” This brings on another round of laughs. “And he told me that I could do whatever I wanted but that I was welcome to stay.”
“Sorry, girl. You’re just too adorable. And as your self-appointed love coach, I’ll take the blame for that wonderful blunder,” Meghan gracefully falls on her sword. “So, what time did you sneak out of there?”
“Around 3:00. We fell asleep pretty much right away. I knew I’d wake up having to pee at some point and just planned to leave then. Clearly, I don’t know the etiquette for this sort of thing. And it seemed like the best option, rather than waiting for a weird morning goodbye.”
“I hear ya on that. I’ve snuck out in the middle of the night more than once,” Steph admits.
“Same," says Meghan. “That’s a pretty standard M.O. for me. Morning sex can be great, but the potential for that is not necessarily worth the risk of morning breath small talk. So overall, I give you an A+.”
“Thanks?” I ask.
“You should be proud. You did it. You set a goal, you worked for it, and then you fucked it. You’ve popped your secondhand cherry, and now you’re ready to go ride the waves of the dating ocean. I mean, you feel good about this, right?” Meghan sounds so confident and hopeful.
“I do. I feel great. A little sore, but still great.” They giggle. “Zach was the perfect guy for last night. He made me feel comfortable and sexy. I don’t know if I could’ve done what I did with anyone else.”
“I feel a but coming.” Katelyn hedges.
I sigh, and finally admit the feelings I’ve been ignoring since I walked out of Zach’s hotel room - “ But … I really like him.”
It’s silent for a moment before Steph says, “Okay, so date him. This one-night stand plan was to get your confidence back up, so you would want to date someone. It’s not a set in stone contract.”
“That’s great and all, but he’s not from here. Remember? Plus someone who was looking for a one-night stand is probably not looking for a serious relationship. That’s kind of the whole point of hook-up apps, right?”
“Yes and no,” Meghan replies. “I see your point, but there are no rules saying that you can’t start a relationship this way. If you work well together, and the sexual chemistry is there right from the get-go, then why not?”
“Agreed -” Steph says. “Where does he live?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Okayyy...” Steph drags the word out, clearly wondering how that never came up. “What does he do for a living? Maybe he comes here on business regularly.”
I already know my next answer is going to need some explaining. “I don’t know. And before you ask how I don’t know, we agreed that we wouldn’t talk about work or family.”
“Huh. I can dig that," says Meghan. “And where he lives never came up?”
“No. And since we were trying to keep the conversation away from stuff like that, I didn’t think to ask.
Plus I was going into it with the one-night mindset.
Him not being from here was supposed to be a perk, so I wouldn’t randomly bump into him.
And before you ask, no, we didn’t share phone numbers. ”
“You could still send him a message through the app,” Meghan suggests.
“I could,” I pause. “... if I hadn’t freaked out last night after I got home and deleted my account.”
“You what?!” Meghan’s exclamation crackles through the phone speakers.
“I told you - I’m not good at this!” I shout back at her.
“And if he’s just in town for the weekend, I don’t want to see him again.
I already like him, spending more time together would make me like him even more.
Right now it’s just a bummer. If I got more attached, then I might end up in heartache territory. And I don’t need that.”
“You’re right. That makes sense. I’m sorry that this isn’t going exactly to plan. But I guess it’s better than having slept with someone that you don’t like -” Meghan offers.
“True.”
“Don’t worry, Izz,” Katelyn sounds overly cheerful. “This was just phase one. We’ll be finding you a boyfriend in no time. I’m sorry to cut this off, but I am starving, and if we don’t hurry, Jackson will eat all the food.”
We all say our goodbyes, and I’m left sitting in my kitchen, drinking my sweetened coffee, mulling over our conversation.
The girls are right. I did what I set out to do, and I really am proud of myself.
Not only that, I had a great time. I got to experience some new sex moves, and I’ll be that much more confident the next time I’m on a date.
It sucks that I’ll never see Zach again, but I can accept that and move on.
My next man-target better look out, because here I come.