waking up and being able to kiss him again, although part of me is relieved that I don't have to decide whether to have another session. Amazing though it was, my body doesn't really quite feel up for another one just yet, but it would be a hard decision.
In the shower, I notice that Josh has left a bruise, just on the side of my hip. Twisting around and peeking at it, I decide it might have been the time when I accidently hit the wall. We both got kind of into it; two people in a single bed was interesting and Josh isn't small.
Heh, Josh certainly isn't small.
I give a big goofy grin and pull my clothes on, leaving the waistcoat, so I don't look too obviously like someone who went back to the wrong house after a date. Thankfully, there's no one in Josh's house as I scuttle out and head straight back to my place—not only to Emmy, but to Chelsea, as well, it turns out, who's managed to waddle over for a visit. Both are grinning like mad.
"Well?" Emmy asks as soon as I get in the door, eyes shining. "Did you do it? What was he like?"
I blush bright red, but feel kind of smug as well. After all, I have just lost my virginity and now I know what all the fuss is about. I also feel I probably managed something a bit more intimate than Emmy usually has. "Yes, we did, and it's none of your business."
"Oh, leave him alone, Emmy. We're both just pleased you had a good time." Chelsea gives me a smile and I wonder what kind of bastard would ever leave her, especially after unprotected sex. "Are you two still going out, then?"
"Yeah, going out officially now," I say a little proudly.
"Does he know about … ?" Chelsea mouths and waves her hand over her left eye. I scowl at her a bit, because although Josh knows, Emmy still doesn't and I don't quite have the confidence to shout it out to the whole world yet.
Emmy shakes her head. "I feel so proud; my little Luke all grown up and going on dates!" I turn my scowl on her. She used to mother me a bit in first year, because I couldn't cook for myself and wasn't very good at waking up early enough for lectures, and she has never quite lost hold of the idea that I don't need her to look after me continuously in order to survive.
"Well, I didn't just come over to see you do the walk of shame," Chelsea remarks, grinning at me. "We're having a party over at our flat Wednesday evening, to celebrate the one year anniversary of Charles having the flat, but mostly so all you lot can get pissed while I stay all sober and miserable. You're both invited, and of course, so is your new boyfriend, Luke!"
I bite my lip. Somehow, I can't see Josh getting on with my friends. Last night, he might have been happy to admit his friends aren't the best, but in the cold light of day, I know he still enjoys hanging around with them. There's still enough of the magic of last night left, though, for me to think it might work. "Sure, I'll invite him. Don't know if he'll come along, though; he has lots of other activity things, sporty things."
"I want to see what he's like," Chelsea insists.
"He's hot," Emmy assures her. "I would have gone for him if he were straight."
I head up to my room and pull out my mobile. I spend a few minutes thinking about what I'm going to say, so my stupid, crazy brain doesn't blurt out the wrong thing. I also prepare myself for the fact that half of Josh's stupid friends will probably be listening in and sniggering in the background. Then I phone up, waiting excitedly to hear his voice.
Two rings and he hangs up on me. The stupid, useless, rugby-playing fucker hangs up on me!
*~*~*
Josh phones back twenty minutes later and I'm tempted to ignore it, but I want to hear his excuses and preferably an apology. I leave it for a good few rings, though, before finally picking up, and snapping, "Yes?"
"Hey, Luke." He doesn't sound apologetic; he sounds kind of excited. "What did you want?"
"What?"
"You phoned while I was in lectures." He sounds a little smug, and at first I think
In the shower, I notice that Josh has left a bruise, just on the side of my hip. Twisting around and peeking at it, I decide it might have been the time when I accidently hit the wall. We both got kind of into it; two people in a single bed was interesting and Josh isn't small.
Heh, Josh certainly isn't small.
I give a big goofy grin and pull my clothes on, leaving the waistcoat, so I don't look too obviously like someone who went back to the wrong house after a date. Thankfully, there's no one in Josh's house as I scuttle out and head straight back to my place—not only to Emmy, but to Chelsea, as well, it turns out, who's managed to waddle over for a visit. Both are grinning like mad.
"Well?" Emmy asks as soon as I get in the door, eyes shining. "Did you do it? What was he like?"
I blush bright red, but feel kind of smug as well. After all, I have just lost my virginity and now I know what all the fuss is about. I also feel I probably managed something a bit more intimate than Emmy usually has. "Yes, we did, and it's none of your business."
"Oh, leave him alone, Emmy. We're both just pleased you had a good time." Chelsea gives me a smile and I wonder what kind of bastard would ever leave her, especially after unprotected sex. "Are you two still going out, then?"
"Yeah, going out officially now," I say a little proudly.
"Does he know about … ?" Chelsea mouths and waves her hand over her left eye. I scowl at her a bit, because although Josh knows, Emmy still doesn't and I don't quite have the confidence to shout it out to the whole world yet.
Emmy shakes her head. "I feel so proud; my little Luke all grown up and going on dates!" I turn my scowl on her. She used to mother me a bit in first year, because I couldn't cook for myself and wasn't very good at waking up early enough for lectures, and she has never quite lost hold of the idea that I don't need her to look after me continuously in order to survive.
"Well, I didn't just come over to see you do the walk of shame," Chelsea remarks, grinning at me. "We're having a party over at our flat Wednesday evening, to celebrate the one year anniversary of Charles having the flat, but mostly so all you lot can get pissed while I stay all sober and miserable. You're both invited, and of course, so is your new boyfriend, Luke!"
I bite my lip. Somehow, I can't see Josh getting on with my friends. Last night, he might have been happy to admit his friends aren't the best, but in the cold light of day, I know he still enjoys hanging around with them. There's still enough of the magic of last night left, though, for me to think it might work. "Sure, I'll invite him. Don't know if he'll come along, though; he has lots of other activity things, sporty things."
"I want to see what he's like," Chelsea insists.
"He's hot," Emmy assures her. "I would have gone for him if he were straight."
I head up to my room and pull out my mobile. I spend a few minutes thinking about what I'm going to say, so my stupid, crazy brain doesn't blurt out the wrong thing. I also prepare myself for the fact that half of Josh's stupid friends will probably be listening in and sniggering in the background. Then I phone up, waiting excitedly to hear his voice.
Two rings and he hangs up on me. The stupid, useless, rugby-playing fucker hangs up on me!
*~*~*
Josh phones back twenty minutes later and I'm tempted to ignore it, but I want to hear his excuses and preferably an apology. I leave it for a good few rings, though, before finally picking up, and snapping, "Yes?"
"Hey, Luke." He doesn't sound apologetic; he sounds kind of excited. "What did you want?"
"What?"
"You phoned while I was in lectures." He sounds a little smug, and at first I think
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