***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
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KATIE'S STORY
Katie woke up feeling like shit. She laid in bed wondering what the hell she was thinking of drinking as hard as she did last night. It took her a few minutes to realize she was fully naked under her blanket and suddenly remembered the incredibly handsome man she was hanging out with at the bar. She looked over at the other side of her bed. He was not there, nor were there any signs that he was around.
She remembered him taking her home and her having to drag him into the bedroom. She thought long and hard, trying to remember if they had sex or not.
"Oh, I remember now," she said to herself.
It took a moment, but she suddenly remembered feeling very sick. The guy recognized that she was going to throw up and quickly took her to the bathroom, got her head in the toilet, and she vomited like she had the Spanish flu.
After that, everything was very hazy. She had no idea how she got naked and into her bedroom, or if she had had sex with the man she met. She doesn't feel like she had sex, but then again, she wouldn't know how it would feel afterwards. Katie was a virgin, or at least she thinks she still is, depending on what happened to her last night. She was setting out to finally have sex, but was hoping to remember the experience as she hadn't planned on drinking so heavily.
She heard a noise outside of her bedroom, she could tell there was someone in her kitchen. If it was the man she took home last night, he could shed some light on the subject. She found some clothes to quickly put on and left the bedroom. She was incredibly nervous about seeing that man. She hoped she hadn't fully embarrassed herself in front of him.
As she reached the kitchen, her nervousness went away and was replaced with disappointment. It was not the sexy man she hoped she had sex with, but her best friend Jennifer, making coffee.
"Good morning, sunshine," said Jennifer.
"Good morning," Katie replied. "This is going to sound awkward, but did you see someone else around her before?"
"Oh, you mean that super sexy Marine you took home last night?" Jennifer asked. "I have to say, you've got good taste."
Katie sat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the massive hangover headache she was getting.
"I don't remember much after I vomited last night. I'm trying to piece together what happened."
"Let me fill in the gaps for you," said Jennifer, as she got two cups of coffee ready for the both of them. She handed one to Katie and took the seat next to her. "He took you home because he saw how drunk you were from the way you were all over him despite how much he resisted your advances."
"He resisted me?" Katie asked. "I thought it was mutual."
"You were drunk, you thought what you wanted to think," Jennifer reminded her. "So, after he took you home and you repeatedly tried to get him to fuck you, but he didn't, he saw you were going to throw up and took you to the bathroom. After you vomited and began crying on the floor—"
"I cried, oh no," Katie said, looking very embarrassed.
"He then looked through your phone and called me. When I came, he helped me get you washed up and undressed and took you to bed before he left, and I slept next to you all night."
"Oh God, I feel so stupid," said Katie as she took a sip of her coffee. "Did the marine leave his number by any chance?"
"Katie, that guy was gay," Jennifer revealed. "I know because when I arrived, I first accused him of trying to take advantage of you. That's when he told me he was gay and showed me proof by showing me photos on his phone of him and his boyfriend, some of which had them making out with each other."
Katie felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She couldn't believe she spent the whole night hitting on a gay guy.
"That means, it was all for nothing," Katie began to say. "That means I'm still a—"
Katie stopped herself before she revealed anything she didn't want Jennifer to know.
"Yes, you're still a virgin," said Jennifer. "The gay marine told me that's what you were crying about after you vomited."
"Oh, shit."
Katie felt incredibly embarrassed. It was a secret she was trying to keep from everyone.
"I can't believe you never told me you're still a virgin," Jennifer snapped at her. "I'm your best friend; these are things you should be telling me."
"It was embarrassing to be a woman my age and still a virgin. I couldn't tell you or anybody, let alone you."
Katie and Jennifer both grew up with religious families and went to the same strict Catholic school where they met and became best friends. Katie was always the more religious of the two, while Jennifer was the more fun one who was more obsessed with boys. Jennifer was the first of their entire group of friends to have sex in their senior year, while the others lost their virginities throughout their senior year.
Katie lied to her friends in order to impress them by saying she had sex with her then-boyfriend after their senior prom at a hotel they got. She had planned to lose her virginity to him, but right before she was going to get undressed for him, her Catholic guilt got the better of her and she began crying, telling him how she couldn't do it. Her boyfriend did not want to put any pressure on her and told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want.
After that, she told him he could tell his friends they slept together because she knew he was also looking forward to it. She felt embarrassed about still being a virgin herself, so she lied to her friends about sleeping with him and how great it was.
Over the years, she made up excuses not to sleep with the men she dated, often because of her religious beliefs. To avoid embarrassment, she lied about the men she had slept with to her friends; never too much to make herself look like a slut, but not too little to make herself look like a prude either. When pressed for details, she kept it vague and said what she thought was right.
She had hoped that she would eventually find the right man, get married, and it would all be over. But she was on the verge of turning 30, and it was getting too frustrating for her. At that point in her life, she didn't care what her religious beliefs told her about waiting for marriage; she just wanted to get laid.
In the last year, Katie had tried to have sex with the few men she dated, but she was having incredibly bad luck with them; one guy turned out to be married, another also had religious hang-ups about sex, and two others were just straight-up jerks to her. She was close to two other guys, one who had a bad case of premature ejaculation and always shot his cum right before they got to business, and another who couldn't get it up at all and refused to get Viagra.
She tried to do an online hookup using Tinder and other similar apps, but found that some of them were straight up creepy. She didn't know how some of her other friends were able to find online hookups without getting stalked by some of those weirdos. One guy she found online seemed like an ordinary guy until she found out he wanted them both to have sex while dressed in fluffy animal costumes; she couldn't get away from him fast enough.
