C2 Virginity

"There are always what ifs Miranda. Don't lose hope. I'm sure you'll meet him tonight. Now start pulling yourself off the bed, we need to get you ready whether you like it or not." Nina says.

The two of them started pulling me from the mattress with teasing smiles on their faces even though I kept pulling myself back away to stop them but they were successful. Actually, I gave in.

They started stripping my clothes off of me and puts my hair into whatever style they wanted it to then starts applying make up on my face.

"Not too heavy make up guys." I say, while Nina puts blush on my cheeks.

"Grab my push up bra Beth. Miranda needs that for this dress." Nina pulls up a red dress.

My eyes widened. "No way in hell I'm wearing that Nin!"

The two of them started grinning and I knew I had no choice but to agree with it.

"Yes. You fucking are." Nina and Beth says in unison with grins.

Nina moves closer to my ear, "Maybe this could be the night, you'll finally say bye-bye to your v-card."

I playfully smack Nina on her arm and the two of them started laughing. I was the only one in our circle who is still a virgin and to be honest I am not embarrassed about it at all.

I slowly opened my eyes, the vision was blurry but I can see the high ceiling over me. There’s this heavy pounding on my head as if it was being hammered continuously and I still feel a little bit... drunk.

I don't remember what kind of drinks I had at the club last night but I'm sure it was hard liquor because my head feels like it's about to explode.

I don't remember everything that happened in details last night ‘cause I was still in a state of shock on how the hell did I get back to my hotel room.

I finally adjusted my eyesight and take a good look at the white ceiling which was above me. I noticed that there was a huge-ass golden chandelier hanging over me. The scent was unfamiliar too but it smelled like roses and I wonder if the hotel service cleaned my room for me.

I groan in satisfaction, God this bed is softer than I remember.

I snapped myself out from my thoughts, wait.

I don't remember having a huge-ass chandelier above me in my hotel room.

I stared at myself and for a second I thought I was in my hotel room but later then I realized that I wasn't. I am in someone’s room, on somebody’s bed and lying down with an actual freaking person next to me..

Holy shit!

I quickly grabbed the blanket over my chin and prayed that I wasn't naked beneath this white sheet. I clearly remember, I was wearing a tube dress with a huge top cut low which showcased my cleavage but I was feeling bare underneath this sheet.

Please please please not be naked. I chanted mentally.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes at the same time pulling the blanket up. Slowly, I being to open my eyes and to my surprise, I quickly covered myself back with the blanket as soon as I saw a man's bum facing towards me. He was completely butt naked. Fully naked. He was facing his back to me and Jesus Christ this guy has a long brown messy hair.

We had sex.

That’s without a doubt.

Holy shit we really had sex.

We clearly and undeniably had sex because he's naked and I'm naked. We're both naked in one bed!

Shit shit shit.

I had sex with a stranger but where am I? Is this his house? His hotel room perhaps? Where in hell am I and where are my friends? Where's Nina? Where's Beth? Oh my god. Where are they?

I try to remember what exactly happened last night, from one detail to another detail. I tried to recall how in hell did I end up in this room of someone that I don't even know of. But my thoughts were scattered and have failed me as soon as I didn’t know how to trace everything that happened to me last night.

I slightly pulled my head up and saw an unopened box of condom on top of the side table drawer. A fucking box beside his bed.

Jesus, that means this guy is a one big time fucker.

I couldn't help but ask myself how many women he slept with already knowing he has that box next to his bed. If we did have sex, I wonder if we use that last night, though I'm mentally praying he did, but a voice still worries in the back of my head because it is still unopened.

As I think of the entire situation more, my head begins to hurt more like hell. I cannot believe I actually had sex with a stranger. I have always promised myself that I wouldn’t be that kind of person, although we all have different kinds of needs as a woman, I still don’t want to be involved in situations like this.

What would this guy think of me? A virgin just giving away her virginity to an actual stranger. I feel so disgusted of myself.

After being emotional, I finally managed to recover from it and carefully pulled myself up from the bed. I felt pain in between my thighs. I feel my entire body aching, like my whole body parts were completely swollen. I begin to search for my clothes and I was completely stunned with what I saw.

My clothes were literally everywhere. Scattered everywhere.

How wild was I last night?

My white bra was near the door, my white underwear was on top of the couch, my dress was near the nightstand and my heels were distant from the other pair. I ran towards them silently, tip toeing my way to each of my stuff while picking them up like I was a thief inside this room.

I stare at the other clothes which were scattered too and there was a pair of black skinny jeans being inside out, a white dress shirt near the foot of the bed and a black boxer brief which was near my feet.

This kind of view is totally shocking for a virgin like me.

When I finished putting my clothes back on, I stand in front of the door and was ready to leave. But I paused before reaching the knob as my hand was in midair.

I still haven't found out who the guy was. I need to know the face of this man who took my virginity.

My virginity.