Bad Girl 1

I opened my eyes to the smell of rum and cigarettes. The room had a rather dirty ceiling, but the sheets of the bed I was sleeping in smelt quite nice. I rolled over to see a man lying next to me. He was handsome, but looked like he didn’t groom himself very often. I picked up my phone from the night table to see the time. It was 7 A.M. Then I remembered. I had met this guy at the club last night, then we drove to his apartment. We had a couple of drinks then we had sex. 3 times. It came back to me in a flash; I wanted to leave soon but the sex had been amazing.

I sat for a bit, thinking about how he penetrated me furiously through the night, making me come multiple times. He ate my pussy like a champ, then proceed to kiss me with his mouth- which still smelt like rum. It was hazy but I could feel myself getting wet as I remembered how his dick looked. It was quite big, and gave me a lot of pleasure.

After fantasizing about last night, I put a cigarette between my lips and lit it up. I started to get dressed while I smoked, careful not to wake the guy up. We had great sex, but I couldn’t remember his name. It was a chore to find my clothes; they were all over his loft.

After I finally finished dressing up, I left a note on his bed. “Thanks for the fun night, you’re a great fuck” it read. I left quietly, trying not to make any noise. And then, outside of his apartment, I quickly left the building to see the bright city, already filled with cars and people even though it was early. Another night, another guy.

My phone died while I got dressed up, so I wouldn’t know if anyone called me. My friends would probably be worried. I hope I didn’t give my number to the guy from last night. I called for a taxi.

As the taxi made its way to my apartment building, I recalled more of last night. We went to Leafen’s, the new bar in town. Me and my two friends. We were dancing the night away, when that guy hit on me. We started dancing and then we made out in the dancefloor. I suppose we were a bit drunk when we decided to leave.

I was already used to partying constantly then sleeping with random guys frequently. The taxi parked in front of my building, so I paid the driver and got off the car. As I walked towards the door of the building, I lit a cigarette and made my way up the staircase, reaching my apartment on the third floor quickly.

I opened the door, got inside, and then locked the door. My dog, Henry, was waiting for me inside. I put some food on his plate to let him have breakfast. “Good morning, Henry” I said. Then, I plugged my phone so it would charge. When it turned itself on, I saw I had received 2 messages from my friend Claudia.

“Jolene, where are you?” and “Answer me Jolene!” were the messages. I replied “I’m home. I’m fine.” Then put my phone away. I needed some aspirins for my hangover. I took them, then I turned on the television. I just daydreamed while the weather forecast was on. That guy from last night was sure a pro. I wonder if I’ll see him again.

Then suddenly, my phone started ringing. It was Kyle, my coworker. I worked as a secretary in a dial-up company. “Hello?” I answered the phone with a lazy tone. “Jolene? Are you okay? Claudia told me that you vanished last night, and…” He just kept babbling over the phone. Weren’t my friends already used to me vanishing in the middle of a dance party? This is surely not the first time.

“I’m okay and I am home, Kyle. Don’t worry. I’ll see you at work tomorrow” I said calmly to him, then hung up the phone. I walked fairly quickly to my bedroom, and slipped into my bed. It was way more comfortable than that kind stranger’s bed, that’s for sure. I started to rub my vagina while thinking of last night’s sex. Somehow, it left me satisfied but I wanted more. I just masturbated myself to sleep, my fingers soaking in my sweet vaginal juices.

I woke up an hour later, and dressed up. It was just 11 A.M, I couldn’t believe how slow the day was going by. I went for a walk, to buy more cigarettes, since I had already ran out of them. I put on my coat, winter was coming up and it was already cold, cooler than I could tolerate.

I quickly walked away from the building into the near store, to buy some cigarettes and dog food, since this morning I noticed I had run out of it. I went to the pizza place just across the street, and I ordered a small pizza with a coke for me. I needed lunch after all. It was rather convenient how I had a supermarket and a pizza joint all so near my home.

I went back into the apartment, and left the pizza on the table. I looked over my phone and saw I had 3 missed calls. Who else was worrying about me so much? I saw the name, and it was Jeremiah. My ex-boyfriend. What did he want? It’s been 3 years since we broke up, and we never spoke since then… so I decided to call back. While dialing, I started to eat the pizza. He picked up the phone rather quickly.

“Jolene? Hey, it’s Jeremiah” he said sweetly. “Yes, I saw you called me. What’s up?” I tried not to sound blunt, but I did anyway. “I was wondering if you wanted to probably go for a coffee or something. I moved into town again and I kind of have nothing to do” What even…? He called me after 3 years of not talking, just to ask me out? I was shocked and curious, so I accepted. “Sure thing, whatever, Jeremiah. I’ll get dressed” I said, still sounding blunt. “Sweet! I’ll pick you up in 20 minutes”. I hung up.

This was rather surprising, but I was bored and heck, what could possibly go wrong? I finished my pizza then took a little shower. I got dressed fairly quick, I put on a casual black dress. Before long, he was knocking at my door. I walked out of the apartment and he hugged me. “Let’s go” I said. I don’t know why I seemed to be so upset.

He felt really warm and welcoming. Not still over the action from last night, I couldn’t help but compare Jeremiah and my casual lover. Jeremiah wasn’t a match for that guy, but he also had a good body and a decent dick. Jeremiah was rather quiet, had short brown hair, hazel eyes and was of medium stature, not much taller than me.

“So, how have you been? It’s been a while…” He asked. “Yeah, certainly. I’ve been well, just working and living.  Not much has changed. You?” I said quickly. I wouldn’t even mention that I was a frequent party-goer obsessed with quick hookups. “I’ve been well, I graduated last month so I decided to move back here. I’m glad to see you’re fine” He said tenderly. I was not exactly fine, but I didn’t want to burn the image he had of me.

We continued our small talk until we reached his favorite coffee place. We got off the car and into the building, and sat down on a table in the corner. I asked for an iced chocolate coffee, and he asked the same. “This city hasn’t changed a bit” he said. “But the people have” I added.

“Even so, you seem just like I remember you. Even if I have heard some stuff…” He said, lowering his tone as he progressed. “What?!” I interrupted. You heard what kind of stuff?” I said in shock. “Well, you became kind of… reckless, I heard. But I don’t judge” he said with a smile. Somehow, I felt as if I was regaining my trust in Jeremiah. We finished our coffee quickly, and then I asked him if he wanted to go to my place. I offered the leftover pizza.

“Sure thing” he said. “Let’s go” and that’s what we did. Before long, we were sitting in the middle of my apartment. “It’s crazy how we’re here after 3 long years” he said, then inclined forward me to kiss me sweetly. I gave into his childish flirting, because I was too horny still, thinking about last night’s fuck fest. We started to make out on my couch, even I couldn’t believe what was going on. He turned me on, even after all these years.