One Night Stand Gone Wrong

Arielle was, once again, interrupted by the blue-eyed hunk beside her who kept asking her this and that.

Despite her irritation, she was relieved to find that he was asking vague questions. He had not asked anything specific like her name. Or the hotel she was staying in, where she was from, or anything of the sort.

“Tom, right? I think you said that we would mind our own business.”

“Well, we should at least keep the appearances of being together.” He answered with a shrug which made her frown.

She looked around, and, sure enough, some flies had started buzzing around them already.

Exasperated, she leaned closer to him and smiled at him.

Thomas was distracted by her fake smile as he compared it with the real one she had flashed to the bartender.

“How about this? Let’s chat a bit, but no personal questions,” Thomas proposed with a hint of anticipation.

She grunted her agreement.

“This must be your first vacation in a long time,” Thomas remarked.

“Well, this is my first vacation ever. Or at least as far as I can remember. What about you?”

Since they had decided to chit-chat, Arielle decided to talk. There was no harm in sharing some titbits of her life as long as she left the details blurry.

“Are you kidding? The first-ever, and here I thought I was pathetic, this is my first vacation in more than a decade,” Thomas exclaimed, not minding his words.

That was one of the perks of talking to a stranger he would part ways with shortly after. He could be himself without minding a dozen things at once.

Arielle rolled her eyes, “Thanks for calling me pathetic. Just what I wanted to hear from a stranger. I was busy. Studies, work, debt, sick family, more work, more studies.”

Thomas felt bad for the girl as she shrugged off her tiring life.

“What about you?” she asked him.

Thomas could tell she was just being polite. She had no interest in him at all.

And that made him want to answer truthfully, so he did.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I had my last trip during college. A group of classmates, along with my then-girlfriend, who I had considered the love of my life. I overheard her talking to her classmate and telling her that she was dating me despite how ugly I was because she wanted to use me to connect with the guy who was the heir to a company. Then, she went on and on, dissing me, including some very personal details. I was heartbroken, or so I thought I felt at the time. Regardless, I had realized why my grandmother had insisted that I cover my appearances and hide my background. I broke up with her, focused on my studies, and got busy with life.”

“Well, that was harsh!” She said indifferently.

Thomas had never shared this with anyone, not even his best friend. The first person he opened his broken heart to indifferently brushed it off with a casual comment.

“Well, better to find out soon than later, I guess.”

He barely managed to string a sentence, but as he said it, he realized he was undoubtedly lucky to have seen through her earlier.

Thomas wondered why he wanted to be truthful with her but shrugged it off. Her indifference was lethally attractive, perhaps, because he could tell it was not an act.

But maybe because he had been honest, she opened up as well – albeit only slightly. And the night went on between cocktails and conversations as they lost themselves to the irresistible chemistry they shared.

Arielle sobered up a bit when she felt a cooling sensation on her breasts, followed by a wet warmth. Something that she had never felt before.

Arielle wondered how she managed to go from ignoring the guy to opening up to him to making out with him to getting a room together to the foreign sensation that spread around her chest and went straight between her legs.

But he was exceptionally skilled with his tongue, and she lost herself again as she moaned aloud.

Thomas kissed and caressed every inch of her skin, but the more he touched her, the more insatiable he became.

He wanted to brand her with himself, and he looked up to see her a moaning mess that turned him on like nothing before.

Arielle, inexperienced as she was, let him lead her to euphoria. With every sensation grew the urge to touch him and return the favor, which she gave in to, much to Thomas’s pleasure.

Arielle kissed him and clawed at his torso and back, feeling every ridge of his muscles, admiring his shape, and leaving hickeys in her wake.

But when she took off his boxers, she froze.

She shouted before she could help herself, “Oh My God! It is never going to fit.”

Thomas felt gratified at the compliment but seeing her horrified face devoid of all the lust that had been glaringly apparent a few seconds before made him realize something.

‘No wonder she was so tight! Even my finger got squeezed.’

Thomas looked at her, his hard-on becoming flaccid at the thought.

“You are a virgin!” He said with a sigh.

Arielle came to her senses at his words and the sight of his hardened shaft slowly softening.

“What’s with a sigh? Why would that bother you?” She asked, confused.

“Why would it not? I feel like I have taken advantage of you,” He ran his hands on his hair and tried to focus anywhere but on her naked body. He had littered her with hickeys.

“Well, I am twenty-nine, not nineteen, nor a minor,” she said with a frown.

“Look, I am sorry, okay. I was not planning on getting on with anyone. I was just curious about you. One thing led to another, and here we are. I should not have done that.”

Thomas could not deny he was attracted to her, but he instinctively thought that if a girl was keeping her virginity until 29, it was not to waste it on a one-night stand. He did not want to mess her up.

Arielle, on the other hand, was offended.

She did not find anything wrong with being a virgin. She was too busy, and now she had the time, and he had made her feel so fucking good she wanted to have a taste.

But his every word was killing the mood.