1. DO YOU WANNA POP MY CHERRY?

In the bar.

The figures before me appeared in twos and three. All the bodies moved in sync with the music blaring from the loudspeakers which I cannot see. Given their sound prowess, I can only imagine how big they must be.

Never have I been in a place like this before. You'd find me in coffee shops and libraries and in fact, anywhere else but a club. But I ended my housemanship yesterday and Sophia, the bane of my existence insisted on taking me out to celebrate. 

"Girl! You need to get out there and start living. You can worry about when to start your residency and whether to spend the rest of your life dealing with mental people or touching people's brains later on but right now?! Prepare. I am taking you out. No worries, it's all on me." She had said, in response to my question of what field to specialize in after I practice general medicine for a while.

Of course, I knew what Sophia's idea of a celebration is. This is it. Or maybe it is just the kind she thinks I need right now. She even included that I find a man to give the honor of taking away my virginity. She is a total cray, I tell you.

But I somewhat agree with her. I should get myself a man soon. I personally do not see the upsides to it seeing as my life will be rudely intruded and distabled but medically, there are a lot of advantages. At the very least, the estrogen level in my body with being increased, and perhaps, just maybe, all of the brown spirals on my head become silkier and my body becomes smoother.

So here I am, at 'The wreakin'. Drunk on my first bottle of vodka.

The wreakin'. I wonder why anyone would name a club like that. 

"You're good?" Came the voice of Sophia, over the loud booming music. "Do you want to dance?" She is yelling. I know because I can see her facial muscles. But I can only hear her a little because her voice is drowned by the buzz in the room. To save myself the trouble of yelling back, I simply nodded. 

The act brought me a slight wave of pain. I shut my eyes tight for some seconds before opening them, hoping to feel better.

I didn't.

"I am fine," I said to Sophia.

"Good. 'cause I'm about to leave you to yourself."

"What do you mean to leave me to myself?" I queried, my voice increasing alongside my headache with every word I say.

"I'm going to go dance. I know you are probably too unstable to dance so maybe you could go check out that dude in the corner that has been looking in this direction." She paused to wriggle her brows. "At you." She added, mischievously.

"If that's the reason you're leaving, then don't. If he is looking in this direction, then he might be looking at you or anyone of the ladies here." 

We were at the bar stand and it was because of me. Sophia thought I would be too left out if she had taken me to the VIP section of the club, where all the rich folks stayed to have their fun. Instead, she had brought me to the bar stand and I sat next to her and face to face with the bartender. This way, I would have a proper view of the club and the people in it and thus, be able to choose a guy to sleep with.

"I'm going to dance, silly. It's not because of him. Anyways, don't lose your chance."

She climbed off the stool she was on and disappeared into the moving swarm of horny people before me. I guess I was part of them, seeing as I was here too even though I was not horny. Instead of tingling sensations in my very particular areas like a horny person would have, I felt an awful ache in my head and my feet. The mules Sophia made me wear instead of my usual sneakers caused me discomfort. 

"That is ridiculous!" She had exclaimed. "Who wears those to the club? What are you even thinking? Look, leave it all to me." She has said when I brought out my Vans sneakers to put on.

I looked around me. Right ahead of me was a guy fervently rocking a willing woman who was also dancing to his pace. Next to them was another set of males and females eating up each other's faces. The sight irked me. 

Too much exchange of saliva.

My eyes went on ahead and to a corner. He has been standing there for a while. I noticed because in the entire movement of people, sighting one person that was standing still in a corner was unusual. I can't see his face from here with the hat he has on but I felt a pull toward him. His hands were in the pockets of the leather jacket he wore which was zipped halfway.

A merge of bodies blocked my view and I could not see him. I remembered what Sophia said so I stood up, trying to steady myself. The neon light all over filtered into my eyes and intensified the ache I was feeling in my head. Somehow though, I manage to get my legs to walk and I moved toward him.

He was looking at me like he was watching me go to him. I still could not see his face but I knew he was watching me, his eyes trained perfectly on my staggering form until I stood before him.

I was thankful my shoes did not depart my legs and sent me thudding to the floor. That would have been a big embarrassment.

Up close, I noticed that hair covered his face and only his sharp jawline was visible. That jawline could cut through ice. 

He did not take his eyes away from me even for a second. 

I smiled. I have found him. The one deserving of the honor. 

So I move even closer to him and shoved my chest into his, just like Sophia had taught. I made sure that the softness of my girl is pressed into him and I confirmed this because I could also feel all of the hardness beneath his jacket in return. I run my fingers all over his chest and then move them up to his face. 

As I tried to part his hair to have a clearer view of his face, his hand seized mine and in one swift turn, I had my back against the wall.

I got the memo. He didn't want me looking at his face.

It didn't matter. Sophia also said that it was even better if it was a stranger that slept with me for the first time. This was because then there won't be any complications that would arise. He could go his way when it was done with and I would go mine, never to meet again.

So I catch my breath and looked at him. His breath fanned my face in slow steady breaths. I wanted to remove his hat and take a long look at what was beneath the covering of his hair but I stop myself. I could not try even if I wanted because my hands were still in his grasp and he was holding them over my head.

We are in a position such that one of my entirely exposed thighs is in between his legs and my chest is pressed into him What did I say about particular areas? Now I was getting the sensations. My head still ached, even though my eyes were roaming his entire body.

"What do you want?" He said, calmly, every word coming out with its own force.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he is not the guy.

But it didn't matter anymore. It could be any one so I said, "I do not want anything. I am here to give you something."

"And?"

"Do you wanna pop my cherry? I need to not be a virgin by tomorrow morning." I said, as sultrily as the alcohol in my system allowed me to sound. I probably sound like a dimwit.

I saw his jawline move. It was a smile. Perhaps, an agreeing smile. I smiled too.

"Sure."