I woke up Friday morning to a knock on my door. It was 8:12am and the empty bed next to me signaled my dance partner from the night before had already departed. I was still naked and the sheets and the room smelled of the debauchery the night before.
I walked over to the bathroom and slipped on my white cotton robe. My vagina was screaming with the soreness last night's alcohol had covered up.
I opened the door to find Courtney. She shot me a mischievous smile like a sibling who knew I ate the last cookie.
"So how was it?" she asked.
"How was what?" I shot back cluelessly.
"Sex with Shawn!"
"I didn't hook up with Shawn," I said as I laid down on my bed once more, hoping to get some rest.
"Well someone had sex in here! I can smell it!" Courtney laughed as she laid down in bed next to me.
I looped Courtney in regarding my Sunfest debut. I told her about Duke, his thick black cock, and the bucket of cum he dumped inside me. I also told her about Shawn leaving me alone at the concert.
"What did you whisper to Shawn anyway to get him to take me to the concert," I asked.
"I told him that rumor has it you give a phenomenal blow job."
"Court!! What the fuck?!"
"Well I didn't want you to have to go alone. Plus, that is reputation you seem to have so far. The service industry and this town are more connected then you'd think. You might want to slow down."
"Jesus," I muttered to myself.
"How many men have you hooked up with?" Courtney asked.
"Four."
"Kel. Cmon. It's me."
"Last night would make fifteen men, but that includes my ex. So fourteen."
"Have you always been this sexual? I'm not judging, I'm pretty sexual myself."
"No, I haven't. Must be something in the air down here." I nervously giggled.
Truth was I had never been this slutty. I had only had sex with one man, my ex boyfriend, the four years prior to moving here and only a handful before him. Now, after being here just seven months, I had already slept with fourteen men. You could also tack on blowing a married man in his hotel room.
Back home I had the same group of friends all my life until I moved down to Florida. There was a certain comfort and routine to life up there. Down here I had to learn to make friends; something I hadn't really had to do before.
I craved friends and acceptance. Down here, I found sex helped me get that. Courtney was my best friend but I had other friends too. Sure, I had sex with most of them but I considered them friends now nonetheless. I never had problems finding an invite to a party or night out on the town. I liked that I had come down here alone and now had plenty of people who wanted to hang out and be friends.
Additionally, I had allowed my sexual desires to remain caged up for too long. Once the cage was opened I found it exciting and new. I didn't want to suppress my urges or stop making friends. This was my new life.
"Well, just be safe. Not all men have good intentions or your best interests in mind. Especially some of the ones I've heard you've been hanging out with."
I knew she was referencing Jimmy and I wondered how much she knew. My anxiety was building and I decided not to unwrap this ball of yarn yet.
