There are 3 things you need to know about me. First, is that I lost my virginity when I was 19. Second, I’m a sucker for sexy lingerie but I honestly feel like they’re shit at not getting stuck in your ass crack and makes for an uncomfortable asshole when morning comes. Third, the best one night stand I’ve ever had wasn’t actually a one night stand -- because we found each other the very next day at work and well, you know how that pans out.
I know what you’re thinking. Really, Leila? A hot one night stand that you happen to bump into at work the next day? What is this, a Netflix movie? I fucking wish. If it was, I would have had a happy ending by the end of it. All I have now are just nudes saved on my phone and memories that are too hot to erase, which I guess isn’t so bad despite the shitty breakup. I was freelancing for the gaming company he worked at. I was invited to the company Christmas party and met him there. He didn’t at all look like the rest of the losers that worked at the place; he was far too pretty and good looking. In chucked him up as an investor or plus one, because there was no way he was a geek that lived and breathe codes at the place.
I’ve gotta give it to the company though - these guys knew how to drink. For a room full of virgins, they had the finest selection of grey goose and jager. I couldn’t stomach all the attention on my cleavage for long so I decided to have a smoke on the roof. Lo and behold, too-cool-for-this-place sexy guy is already there and having a drag of his own. Being the slut that I am, I saunter over and ask for a light because I’m feeling extremely confident in my tight black dress, push up bra, and green bomber jacket. To my delight, he rewards my bravery by leaning into my cigarette and lighting it with his, our faces inches apart. He stares at my breasts before he looks up at me. I’d hate to sound like a complete softie but this boy could make knees within a 5 mile radius quiver.
He asks for my name. I say “Leila” as softly as I can while holding his gaze. He tells me his name is Franco and he’s wondering what I’m doing at the party. I tell him I was doing the company’s PR on the side. I shoot him the same question and he says he’d laugh if he told me. I fire back with “Try me”. He swallows hard and whispers “Can I?”
We’re in a cab a few minutes later headed for the best motel we can find. When I say best, I mean themotel with the lowest percentage for contracting Herpes or god knows what just by touching the doorknob. I play dirty but I honestly cannot stand having sex in a pig sty. Franco impresses me by taking me into a boutique hotel. I’m getting wetter by the minute.
To Be Continued…………..