Dirty Little Secrets Appetite for Seduction This is a ... - Shattered Glam

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Courtney managed a giggle between her sniffles as
I continued, “My first one night stand was my freshman
year. I was at a frat on campus with my best
friend Amy. We were sitting at the bar a doing tequila
shots and I noticed a hottie down at the other end.
“Hey Amy,” I said as I nudged her.
“Yeah I know. I saw him; he’s been checking you out
all night.” Then, without skipping a beat–“His friend
is super hot, too…” she trailed off.
“I think I might hit on him; yep, I’m going to,” I said
as I set my drink down and gave her my ‘look at me,
I’m hot shit’ look. She rolled her eyes and giggled as I
turned around to face this lusty lad.
The tequila burning in my stomach fueled my appetite
for love. So I put on my best ‘sex me up’ eyes
and sauntered over.
“Hey you’re hot…. you wanna make out?” I offered coyly.
He said nothing, just motioned for me to kiss him.
I willingly obliged. It was steamy. He slid his hands
all the way up both sides of my body, following the
curves of my hips and breasts. My body instantly
flushed as his hands ended up on either side of
my face, his thumbs gently stroking the sides of my
cheeks. “Oh God, I want him,” I remember thinking.
It was the kind of passionate kiss I hadn’t had; I
yearned for more.
He paused and took a step back. A half–grin froze on his
face, and he licked his lips and looked me up and down.
“My name’s Zach,” he said with a smirk.
“I’m Amanda.”
He stepped back towards me and his hand caught
mine as he pulled me out on the dance floor. He
put his arms around me and drew me closer; his lips
just rested on my right ear. I could feel his breath as
he whispered slowly in my ear, “What are you doing
later?”
I leaned forward and nibbled his ear playfully.
“You,” I answered breathlessly.
He turned my head towards him and captured my
mouth passionately. He pulled the back of my hair
gently, but firmly, as he deepened the kiss. I melted
as he whispered again in my ear; “let’s get out of
here…”
We stumbled out into the night, clinging to each
other, stopping to make out every ten feet or so. Back
at the dorm he fumbled with his keys, dropping them
several times as he kept trying to kiss me. Finally the
door cooperated and we stumbled through it, tugging
at shirts all the while. He pushed me up against
the wall and deftly unhooked my bra, drifting from
my collarbone up my neck to my lips and back with
hot kisses. I shuddered in anticipation as he gingerly
picked me up and carried me to the bed.
We spent the entire night exploring, like two high
school kids discovering each other for the first time.
Groping hands and open mouths filled the night with
delightful pleasure. It was wild and unknown; and
we ended up passing out cuddled up together in his
bunk bed.
One of the few things I learned later in college was
that “a gentleman always lets a lady have the wall.”
When I awoke the next morning to attempt my first
‘walk of shame,’ I almost fell the six feet to the floor.
No gentleman here. Zach was less than accommodating
when it came to sharing his twin bed, and acted
like a total stranger the next morning. What an ass. I
had to find my clothes that were strewn all over the
floor alone, and never did find my bottoms. It was absolutely
horrible walking home. I had sex hair, makeup
streaking down my face, and I ran into a group of
high school seniors on a college tour with their parents.
I tried to hide my face, but it was so obvious that I had
become a party girl forced to walk home without an escort.
Courtney looked at me wide eyed and said, “that’s
what happened to me!”
“Honey, the point of that story is this: I didn’t know
that the next morning he would act like a complete
stranger and never call me. I figured that just because
we had sex, he’d call. But he never did. He didn’t even
ask for my number. Don’t expect to meet the man of
your dreams and find true love if you’re drunk at a
party. If you don’t want to be hurt, don’t do him on
the first meeting. You have to leave some mystery.
Yes, it was hot sex, but nothing else ever became of it.
So don’t expect love at first sight. Call me cynical; but
it just doesn’t happen.”
She nodded slightly and started tearing up again.
“Hey! You have no reason to feel like this, it was
a learning experience. You learned that one night
stands make you feel like shit. Honey, it doesn’t make
you a bad person; just a stronger one. Now don’t let
it happen again, because now you know what it feels
like, right?”
Courtney nodded and leaned forward like she had
a secret to tell. “Where is the craziest place you ever
had sex?” she whispered.
I giggled. “Oh God, you don’t even want to know!”
“Yes, I do!” she begged.
“Ok, well…”
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Not for the Jane Plain
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