My First One Night Stand

Let me start by saying I'd never been one to have a one night stand. I stayed a virgin all through high school, barely losing my virginity 6 months ago to my long term boyfriend Julius, who I walked in on slamming into my friend, and roommate, Clover. I can still hear the sound of their skin slapping against each other with Clover's loud moans as background music. She sounded like a stupid car alarm. What hurt was that she saw me and smiled as Julius came inside her. When he opened his eyes and found me just standing there, he froze.

He chased after me, out of the apartment, swearing it didn't mean anything. That he was stupid, and that only I mattered. He begged for me to stay and forgive him, but I'm not one to forgive unfaithfulness. I ran off crying to my best friend Hailey. She has a penthouse in Manhattan that her family uses for vacations. She offered for me to stay with her there.

She was the one that dragged me out to the nightclub where the sex-god that now stood before me caught my eye tonight. Through nothing but sheer luck, and liquid courage, did I find myself here in his room. Now that the act is over, what the hell do I do?

His long blonde hair, that was once gelled back, was now dangling over his face. He stood up, sliding out of me, while simultaneously pushing his hair back. The sides of his head were shaved so short, leaving just the top long.

He had this intimidating aura about him, with a strong jaw and serious brown eyes. The tattoos all over his arms and the side of his neck did little to appease it. The man was fu.cking hot, so I couldn't understand why he agreed to do this with me.

Remember I've never done this before, what are the rules exactly? I don't figure you cuddle after. I watched him head to the bathroom and clean himself off, so I started gathering my clothes. I felt the need to bolt before he returned. I don't plan on waiting for him to kick me out. I know what this is and I don't need him thinking that I thought it was more. We both got what we needed and now it's time for me to leave. I was fully dressed, pulling my shirt down when he emerged from the bathroom.

"Leaving already?" He leaned against the doorframe, arms and legs crossed.

His eyes stared at me with such intensity that I swear I'd melt onto his floor if he didn't stop. We'd just fu.cked for about two hours and my legs felt like jello. I'd never felt so alive before. He knew exactly what he was doing, making me have multiple orgasms, that I'd never felt so intensely before. With Julius it was always quick, and half the time I would never find my release. Lucas was different. He was skilled and knew just the right spots to touch.

"Yeah, I have an early class tomorrow morning. I really need to get back so I can actually get some sleep before then." I lied.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

"Sleep here, and I'll take you in the morning." He offered, but I quickly shook my head no.

"No, it's fine. I'll get an Uber. Thanks for…this." I said awkwardly, reaching for the door. He grabbed my hand before I could turn the knob, pulling me back towards him. I crashed into his chiseled abs and strong muscles.

"I don't get to know the name of the woman I just made scream my name for the last couple of hours?" He held my chin as he spoke, making me look into his eyes.

"Why do you need to know? That wasn't part of the game, Lucas." I smiled teasingly at him.

I chose him not just because he was the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on, but because I figured I would never run into him again in this large city. I didn't want to know his name and I didn't want him to know mine. This was meant to be a distraction. It was meant to be my revenge to show Julius that he didn't mean shi.t to me anymore. I had made a game out of tonight, leading us here. He broke the rules telling me his name so that he could hear me yell it, and yell it I did.

"I told you mine." His lips grazed my jawline.

I had to fight off the effect he was having on my body. I'd never reacted in such a way to someone before. It was intoxicating and exhilarating all at the same time.

"That was your choice. You broke the rules, but I like to follow them." I winked at him as I stepped back out of his reach.

He narrowed his eyes on me for just a second before he stood straight, reminding me of his 6'2 height. He was lean, not body builder type, but muscles like a MMA fighter. His thick brown eyebrows furrowed just the slightest as he crossed his arms again.

"Fine then, I'll call you Rose."

"Rose?" I co.cked my head to the side in confusion.

"For your rosy red hair." He explained.

"Real original." I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Goodbye, Lucas."

I rushed out of his apartment before he could grab me again. My heart was racing with the memories of tonight. I'd never met someone as enticing as Lucas before. I still can't believe that he chose me out of all the girls that surrounded him at the bar. It definitely gave my self confidence a boost in the right direction.

I barely learned how to tame my curly red hair freshman year of college. The frizz was insane in highschool, earning me nicknames like brillo head, or flaming bush. The bullying was relentless, it didn't help that I had a full set of braces with bands that gave me a damn lisp. High school was rough, but I survived. I thrived in my studies even though I lacked in my social skills. I made it into my dream school and am just a year away from graduating with my degree in engineering.

Hailey found me my first year of college. We bonded instantly and she popped me out of my bubble. She gave me a makeover like no other, and showed me how to interact with others without being this awkward girl. Hailey was like my fairy godmother, or I guess godsister. I dialed her number as I made my way to the elevator.

"Oh my God, Olive! How was he?" She screamed her excitement into the phone after the first ring, like she'd been waiting on my call.

"Hailey! He was uh-mazing." I told her, stepping into the elevator. "Come get me. I'll send you my location. I'll tell you everything in the car."

"I'm on my way. You better not spare a single detail!" I heard the jingle of her keys.

Is it bad that a little part of me kind of hopes I run into him again?