Ivy

"You never take anyone home," Eric stated, "Not even saying it as a joke, honey, you're still a virgin."Eric was one of my closest friends, whom I met back in middle school. We bonded over ditching class and getting drunk in empty parks. Sometimes, we sneaked into our homes while our parents were away at work and smoked their stash. Eric was tall and athletic, his copper skin with tattoos accentuating his muscles. His slanted eyes were beautifully angled, and his voice was soft and smooth, almost hypnotic. His thick, dark brown hair was slightly wavy and long enough to tuck behind his ears."Honey," I retorted, "Just because I don't take dick as you do doesn't mean I'm not open to it.""First off, I give it, not take it," he held up his right hand while counting off, "Second of all, if that were true, you would be with that tall, dark, and handsome man instead of me."I shook my head, and my mouth opened in a feeble attempt to respond, but only sounds came out. Eric mimicked me as he

"So, I was right after all?" Eric beamed."Maybe half right," I corrected. All we did was kiss, but it was intense and intoxicating.""I was still right about it," he argued, "You wouldn't have given it a try if I hadn't planted the thought in your head.""You know it passes right when you state you're right?" I retorted.He turned and narrowed in at me before shaking his head from side to side, "Bring me my drink and stop with that sassiness."I walked around the bar and handed him his Jack and Coke before slinking on the couch beside him, "How about you stop acting like a constant know-it-all?""When I'm wrong ever comes around, I will," he boasted."I am frustrated with you, though," I confessed before drinking my water.He sipped his drink, "Why? What did I do?""Took away my toy!" my voice grew louder, "Or did you forget?"He giggled, almost choking on his drink, "Someone finally knows what it feels like to be horny and frustrated."It was so annoying, and he was right to top it

"Why aren't you happy to see me?" Eric beamed. "The only reason you visit me at work is to drink for free," I responded. He looked at me quizzically, "No, that's not it." I turned around to avoid eye contact. He always knew when I kept a secret or lied to him. "What happened?" he asked. "I don't know what you're talking about," I evaded. "Something happened," he pressed, "Have a shot, then tell me." My body responded to his statement with acceptance as I drank. I downed the contents of the glass and felt the chilling burn rush throughout me. It was so good; just one more to do the trick. "Must be something good if you need more than one," he said. My hand grabbed a giant glass before pouring more, "It's not easy for me to be open and talk about things," I replied before downing a double shot of Jack Daniels, "You know I went out with Tanya last night. She found herself a man, like always, and I ended up across the street at a bar." "Why a bar when you were alre

The following two days flew by in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, Friday morning came. I sat there with my mimosa, looking down at my phone. I knew that Callista would be here soon. Last night, she called me asking for my address so she could pick me up this morning. She told me she would be here in half an hour, and time was running thin. I intended to drink every bit of alcohol I had to help with my nerves. Ring. Ring. "Hello?" "I'm here." "I'll be down." "The black car." "You're kidding?" The line went dead. I downed the remaining contents of my glass before making my way downstairs. Usually, these stairs bother me daily, and I walk up and down them, but I wish there were more today. There isn't much I know about her, and my small talk is minimal at best. My hand reached out, pushing the double doors open into the unknown. It was like a vibration, almost like a pull. My eyes locked onto the black Cadillac. The window rolled down in the backseat, reveal

When we arrived at their home, I could feel my body shake with nerves. What was I doing? Nerves of excitement or fear? Unthinkingly, I followed them here to test myself, to see if I could do it. Drank to silence the many voices in my head to the point where logic wasn't present. I've never been with a man or woman, and now both want me simultaneously. How do you know who you can have until you have them? How do you know what you can do until you do it? Losing my virginity while having a threesome? "Ivy?" Callista broke my train of thought. "Sorry," I apologized. "Are you alright?" she asked, touching my thigh. "Was lost in thought," I reassured with a sigh. Her worrying eyes turned into narrow hungry slits, "Do you want to leave?" "No," I exhaled. Callista took my hand, pulling me up the stairs to a bedroom. It was very dark with the blackout curtains pulled over the French doors, so seeing what it looked like was nearly impossible. The light from the hallway revealed