Now, would I have let him stay a little longer if there was a chance of me having a few more orgasms before bed? Yes, I would’ve. But I should’ve known he was all talk and no game when I met him.
That’s on me for thinking that a Rockford football player would live up to the hype. I’ve never been one for sports, nor did I track him down because he was a football player; he was just where I needed him when I needed him.
“We already talked about this…”Fuck. I don’t remember his name. That’s gotta be a real blow to the ego. A girl you met a few hours ago can’t even remember your name even though thousands of people chant it from the stands of football stadiums.
“Daniel.”
“Right.” I smile. “Daniel. I already told you at the bar I don’t do attachments, and staying the night feels like an attachment.”
Plus, I don’t need any guy I bring home to meet my mom. She typically doesn’t stumble in until pretty late, usually high out of her mind, or with enough alcohol in her system to cause three grown men to blackout, and I don’t need anyone witnessing that. Even a one-night stand.
He pulls on his pants, his eyes still on me.
“Think of how much more fun we could have if I stay over.” I try not to cringe at the idea. “I’d leave first thing in the morning. No strings after that.”
“That’s what they all say, but then they’re asking for your number or tracking you down on campus, and suddenly they won’t leave you alone.”
“I’m not the type.”
I walk to my bedroom door and open it, signaling for him to get out.
“Good, we’ve settled that this isn’t going anywhere. So, you can, you know, head out.”
“You know, a ton of girls would kill to have me in their bed.”
I don’t know if that’d be the case once he was actually in it, but I refrain from sharing that knowledge with him.
“Alright then. Go find one of them.”
I motion out the door again; this time, he seems to get the message. He pulls his shirt over his head and follows me to the front door.
“Are you su—”
“I’m pretty sure.”
He stares at me once he gets outside, like maybe I’ll change my mind. Once he realizes it won’t happen, his demeanor changes as he heads to his car in the parking lot. Like he’s angry, he only got four orgasms out of the night. That’s right, I counted… four. And I didn’t even fucking get one.
I slam the front door and head toward the fridge. I was so distracted with getting laid that I forgot my cardinal rule when it came to sleeping with someone I met at the bar—
Make them buy you food first.
Who would’ve thought that faking orgasms would be more exhausting than actually having one?
But surprise, surprise, there’s not a single thing in the fridge to eat. Just a ton of booze and food that’s been sitting in the refrigerator so long, I’m surprised it hasn’t mutated.
I grab my phone off the charger in the kitchen and open Uber Eats because there’s no way I’m getting through this OCHEM homework without any fuel.
But while I wait, I can give myself something I haven’t gotten all night— an orgasm.
School is my favorite place to be. It’s the only place to escape my home life. And if this year goes according to plan, I’ll be out of that ratty apartment in a year and a half.
Hopefully, when I leave for med school, if I get in, it’ll be a fresh start. Just like my dad, I’ll leave and never look back.
“Before class starts, can everyone please hand your assignments to the front of the room?” Mrs. Lewis, our Organic Chemistry professor, says, sitting on her desk.
OCHEM’s in a small room, and there aren’t many of us, only about twenty, and that’s if everyone shows up. But like most of my classes, I’m the youngest in the room. The class is mainly sophomores, with a few juniors who didn’t take OCHEM II their sophomore year.
“While you guys pass your assignments forward, I want to remind you all that next Wednesday, we have our first exam of the year,” she continues. “Now, I know what you’re all thinking; we’re only three weeks into the semester, so how are we already preparing for an exam? All that I can say is that this class moves quickly.”