So here I am, seventeen, the only one of my friends to retain the purity valued in women and scorned in men.
I guess my problem is that I don't have females figured out yet. I'm a nice guy. Or, at least, I'm not an asshole. Yet when I work up the courage to ask a girl out, she tends to be busy. A smile and a half-hearted apology should lessen the blow of rejection though, right?
I'm too old to be a virgin. So, since I'm not charming/asshole/nice/Robert Pattinson clone enough to seduce my peers, it is time for more drastic measures.
* * * *
"Room 13? Are you serious?" I ask. Not that I'm superstitious, but it doesn't indicate a long, fulfilling sex life, to lose one's virginity in a motel room of an unlucky number. "I thought motels skipped 13."
"Relax, kid,"Trixie says, fidgeting with her shiny gold top. With a name like Trixie, which she assures me is her real name, no matter how many times I ask, a person has to wonder if her parents foresaw what her career would be. "It's just a room. It doesn't mean anything."
I have to wonder, for a second, if Trixie maliciously picked room 13 to screw with me because I'm just a kid. Then I realize I'm paying her to screw with me, so if she does it in the figurative sense as well, I'm probably getting double my money's worth. We walk to room 13.
It's not really that different from the more expensive hotel rooms I've shared in the past with my parents and younger sister. The carpet's a little more worn, the television's a little older, the bedspread's a weird brownish-purple color.
Trixie leans forward to kiss me, and I feel nervous, suddenly - even though this is what I want. "So, how did you lose your virginity?" I ask her.
She raises her eyebrows. "You do realize you're paying me by the hour, right?"
"Well, yeah. But it's just - too weird, to lose 'it' to some chick I don't even know."
"Okay. If you must know - I was raped. Under a stairwell during a school assembly. Other students were cheering while a guy I knew took advantage of the fact that they wouldn't notice my screams."
"Really?" I ask.
"Nah. I lifted that story from a movie," she says, smiling. "Do you mind if I smoke?" I shake my head. She lifts a slender white cigarette to her mouth, lights, and inhales deeply. "What does it matter where I lost my virginity, or who I am? You know where I end up, so it's not a happy story."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not. If I didn't have an unhappy story, you wouldn't be about to get laid."
I nod my head. She's right.
"So - are we done with this 'getting to know you' shit?" she asks, placing her purse on a square table to the left of the door.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm ready."
She kisses me, with firm pressure, with her soft mouth, and I taste the smoke that lingers in her mouth.
"Relax, kid,"Trixie says, fidgeting with her shiny gold top. With a name like Trixie, which she assures me is her real name, no matter how many times I ask, a person has to wonder if her parents foresaw what her career would be. "It's just a room. It doesn't mean anything."
I have to wonder, for a second, if Trixie maliciously picked room 13 to screw with me because I'm just a kid. Then I realize I'm paying her to screw with me, so if she does it in the figurative sense as well, I'm probably getting double my money's worth. We walk to room 13.
It's not really that different from the more expensive hotel rooms I've shared in the past with my parents and younger sister. The carpet's a little more worn, the television's a little older, the bedspread's a weird brownish-purple color.
Trixie leans forward to kiss me, and I feel nervous, suddenly - even though this is what I want. "So, how did you lose your virginity?" I ask her.
She raises her eyebrows. "You do realize you're paying me by the hour, right?"
"Well, yeah. But it's just - too weird, to lose 'it' to some chick I don't even know."
"Okay. If you must know - I was raped. Under a stairwell during a school assembly. Other students were cheering while a guy I knew took advantage of the fact that they wouldn't notice my screams."
"Really?" I ask.
"Nah. I lifted that story from a movie," she says, smiling. "Do you mind if I smoke?" I shake my head. She lifts a slender white cigarette to her mouth, lights, and inhales deeply. "What does it matter where I lost my virginity, or who I am? You know where I end up, so it's not a happy story."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not. If I didn't have an unhappy story, you wouldn't be about to get laid."
I nod my head. She's right.
"So - are we done with this 'getting to know you' shit?" she asks, placing her purse on a square table to the left of the door.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm ready."
She kisses me, with firm pressure, with her soft mouth, and I taste the smoke that lingers in her mouth.
* * * *
"So, kid, do you feel different?" Trixie asks.
"I'm not a kid," I answer.
"Sex doesn't make you a man," Trixie says, lighting another cigarette.
"I know." I find my pants on the floor, and retrieve my wallet. As I count out the proper number of bills, I say, "I do feel different. Not grown up, but...okay with myself."
"That's good, kid. Let's hope it's not just afterglow." She takes the money from my outstretched hand and walks out of the motel room.
The room's still paid for a half-hour. I turn on the television, and sit against the headrest of the bed.
*This story is a piece written in response to the kt literary blog. I hope you enjoyed it.
"I'm not a kid," I answer.
"Sex doesn't make you a man," Trixie says, lighting another cigarette.
"I know." I find my pants on the floor, and retrieve my wallet. As I count out the proper number of bills, I say, "I do feel different. Not grown up, but...okay with myself."
"That's good, kid. Let's hope it's not just afterglow." She takes the money from my outstretched hand and walks out of the motel room.
The room's still paid for a half-hour. I turn on the television, and sit against the headrest of the bed.
*This story is a piece written in response to the kt literary blog. I hope you enjoyed it.
3 comments:
I did enjoy this! It reminds me of the movie, Last American Virgin. Good job!
Oh, that makes me really sad. I guess I'm just sad when people give it away like that. It's well written, though. Good job.:)
Thanks for the comments and compliments, rosepddle & Amy. :)
And yes, Amy - I agree, it is sad when people decide to lose their virginity in such a manner.
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