TITLE: PIMPS AND PREMISCIOUS ROOT VEGETABLES
GENRE: New Adult
The soaking deluge began amassing into pools in the folds of my pants. We both stared numbly, hypnotized by the mudslides of her upheaval. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth a last tremor of aftershock rippled through her dazed body. She exited the apocalyptic scene of my car and stumbled back to the party.
I drove directly home trying to convince myself that things didn’t play out exactly as they just had. This morning driving to work, the physical reality of stains, and the awful smells permeating my crap Honda, are unavoidable. While a hefty trash bag does keep me dry it does nothing for the odor. The shame of my nightmare is less than 12 hours old.
The thing is, I’m afraid of sex. I’ve never had the sex before, not until last night, and that didn’t help things. I can’t imagine that last night was a complete picture of the experience either, given the circumstances. I wasn’t drunk, but she was. Saying she came on to me makes me sound a bit like a rapist, but that’s what happened.
We stumbled away from the party, she was under the influence and I was under hers. Moments before, she had leaned heavily against me to whisper something into my ear that was as explicit as it was blunt. At that point the organ generally in charge of operations temporarily stepped down from duty.
She led me by the hand and other parts to my car.