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Also, I didn’t know how to tell them what I really wanted now that I’d had a taste.

 
    “It was…I mean, guys…it was life-changing,” I finally said, looking over
at my friends. Alicia was still glassy-eyed, her head lolling back on the seat,
but Becky was fairly together and she must have seen something in my eyes that
gave her cause for concern.

 
    “Life-changing? Okay, I’m sure it was hot, girl, but life-changing?
That’s a little much, isn’t it?”

 
    “Um, well, I don’t know, Beck. I’ve never felt so…hot! Like, I never got
it…until tonight…damn,” I said, losing myself in the warm memory of Boon’s
kiss.

 
    “Well, I’m glad you got it out of your system,” Becky said, her tone
sharp. The thing about best friends is that they always know what you’re
thinking, sometimes even before you do. And Becky knew that I was thinking
about more than just kissing Boon. I was thinking about doing a lot more with
him.

 
    “Did you get his number?” Alicia asked, rolling her head to face me. I
suddenly realized that I hadn’t: despair gripped me as I realized that without
a number, or even a last name, I would probably never see Boon again. I groaned
and slunk down in my seat.

 
    “Oh, it’s for the better, Samantha. He was fun for a make-out, but that
guy was no good. You saw his friends, where he took us. You would really regret
it if you…uh…let yourself get carried away with a boy like that,” Becky said,
always the voice of (irritating) reason. I felt annoyance flash through me, but
it was quickly replaced by more disappointment.

 
    On the one hand, I knew Becky was right. On the other hand, I knew she
was dead wrong. I wouldn’t regret it. I would love every moment of it. Even if
I never saw him after…sure, that would probably hurt, but at least I’d have it
out of my system. This throbbing, raw desire would be gone – or at least
lessened.

 
    I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking about giving up my virginity
to someone I just met, but that’s how crazy that kiss left me feeling. It was
like Sleeping Beauty being woken up by her Prince Charming. Except my Prince
Charming was covered in tattoos and bad news.

 
    The cab pulled up to the hotel and we piled out, three messes on a late
night in Vegas. We were mostly silent as we rode up to the room and took to our
separate beds; we were all exhausted, drunk, and two of us were stoned. I
expected to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but no luck.

 
    I tossed and turned for what felt like hours (but was probably, in
retrospect, about thirty minutes). I couldn’t stop thinking about the ache I
felt down there, the unfulfilled need that seemed to fill my body like water
fills a vase.

 
    Morning came and I groaned into the sunlight, head squeezed like a monkey
wrench, stomach turning, mouth as dry as the Nevada desert. Hearing my own
groan echoing throughout the hotel room, I knew that the girls felt at least as
bad as I did. This time, we really would need those Bloody Marys.

 
    “We’re three for three with four days to go,” Alicia said as we lounged
around on the lavish couches in our hotel room, picking at the leftovers from
breakfast and slurping down hair-of-the-dog. I was feeling much better now, the
hangover dulled to a mild discomfort. “Should we pick new goals?”

 
    “Ugh, we should pick a time to nap,” Becky said, surprisingly the
worst-off in terms of hangovers, even though she’d had less to drink than
Alicia and I.

 
    “Okay, after the nap. Me? I’m going to…um…go to a strip club!” Alicia
nearly fell off the couch shouting. Becky and I rolled our eyes. A strip club?
Dream on, Alicia.

 
    “If you think that we’re going to accompany you to a gentleman’s club…”
Becky said, her voice sharp.

 
    “Whatever, Beck. You don’t have to come with me,” Alicia said, a tad
irritated herself. I saw the growing tension between them and decided to