I woke up with what felt like a cartoon rat slamming a hammer around in my head. My mind flashed back to the night before and my idiotic friends trying to hook me up with Matthew ‘dickhead’ Bates. Matthew was the kind of guy that thought a relationship was when you have sex twice on one night stand. I remember his foul breath when he was whispering so called erotic things into my ear. I mean who honestly thinks that saying ‘I want to feast on your beauty’ is going to impress an 18 year old. ‘Feast on your beauty’???? What a grade A douche bag.

The argument that my friends and I had was pretty epic. Any fight that makes me walk through town by myself has to be fairly off the charts.

While I pieced together that nights events and tried to keep my head from exploding I reminded myself of where I was. The, admittedly, tastefully decorated bedroom was that of my birth father Michael. I remember stumbling into the spare room and seeing the mountain of boxes and files that had been stored on the bed. I was pissed off that Micky hadn’t cleaned before I arrived. But then I guess he was just a man so maybe I shouldn’t have held him up to the lofty heights of a woman’s standard. I smiled.

I sat up in the bed and immediately saw the bulk of Micky lying on his front alongside me. His leg was sticking out from under the covers. Thankfully the rest of him was covered. I looked around and saw my dress, jacket, shoes and panties on the floor up against the wall. I looked down and saw that I was sitting topless. I moved the sheets and realized that I was absolutely stark naked. I froze.

I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to wake Micky up. I didn’t know what was going on. Then I felt it, the sticky mess between my legs and arse. I slowly moved my legs and saw a large wet patch on the sheets. I opened my legs and wiped my fingers across the sticky area and bought my fingers up to my nose. I inhaled.

The smell was familiar. It had the aroma of sex. Juices mixed together. The musty smell of my own arousal and the musky tang of semen. I felt a little more and touched the lips of my vagina and realized that the stickiness was there as well. Oh shit. I had had sex. I had fucked him……oh my god I had sex with Micky. Oh shit

I shot a glance over at the sleeping Micky and was about to launch into an expletive filled rage but suddenly my overwhelming desire was to sneak away. I got out from under the covers and walked over to my pile of clothes. I put on my bra, dress and jacket and slipped on my shoes. I picked up my panties and put them in my jacket pocket and I left. I grabbed my handbag, opened the door, stepped into the hall and burst into tears.

I eventually calmed down and got my shit together. I fished out my phone and called my friend. I apologized a thousand times and I swore I would never walk home by myself again. I told her that I crashed at my Dad’s place but that I needed to get my bag. I let her know that I was getting a taxi and would be around soon. I then had to apologize that I had called her so early. She was monosyllabic and very annoyed.

I hopped into a taxi and typed out a text to Micky:

E – We need to talk. Call me.

The taxi ride over was uneventful apart from the taxi driver being a complete creep. I suddenly realized that going commando with such a short skirt was not a good call. I arrived outside her place and threw some money at the driver just as he started his ‘Maybe we can come to an arrangement’ speech……why are all guys such jerks?!

I knock on her door and waited. And waited. And fucken waited. I banged on her door again and after a minute or so she opened it. She had my bag in her hand and threw it out onto the street.

“Take your fucken bag and piss off.”

“What the fuck?! I need a shower.”

“Well maybe you should have thought of that before you embarrassed the shit out of me in front of Jack Thornton.”

“Who? Who the fuck are you talking about?”

“Jack Thornton. The guy I have been trying to hook up with for the best part of a year. You know, the guy that you told my secret about Matthew Bates to.”

“What secret….what the hell is going on?”

She leaned forward and through gritted teeth spat out the words, “About me going arse to mouth for him. You bitch. Find somewhere else to stay.” And with that she slammed the door in my face.

Brilliant! As if this day couldn’t have got off to a better start.

I sat on her front garden wall and contemplated what I was going to do next. I was receiving some odd stares from passersby’s. I tried to picture what they were seeing – a young girl in a small revealing dress, with a suitcase and a mop of hair that looked like a shrubbery. I needed to get cleaned up. I remembered that a coffee shop a few hundred yards away had proper bathroom facilities as long as you ordered breakfast and coffee.

I walked down the road and through the small park that linked on to the main road where the coffee shop was situated. The park was full of people getting their late morning exercise. Smug pricks.

I entered the coffee shop and ordered a breakfast muffin and a latte. I asked if I could use the bathroom and they gave me a key. They told me that my breakfast would ready in about 30 minutes. I went to the back of the shop, opened the bathroom door and closed it behind me. The noise of the street and cafe suddenly disappeared. The automatic lights came on and I found myself in a newly refurbished bathroom. All white with the occasional splash of blue. I put my bag down on the bench and opened it. I took out a an old hooded top and a pair of jeans as well as a bra and panties. I got out of my dress so I was standing naked in front of the mirror.

I had been told by my last boyfriend that I had a ‘cracking little body’. I had nice sized breasts that sat high on my chest. My belly was trim (which it should be due to how much I was paying per month for a gym membership!) and my hips were shapely. I was ridiculously short so I was never going to have long legs but what I had were OK. I looked down and I could see that between my legs I had a little bit of crusted cum. The sight caused my bottom lip to tremble again as I remembered what happened leading up to me standing here. My Dad had fucked me and my friend had abandoned me.

I stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to wash away the sticky and crusty residue on my body. I washed around my crotch thoroughly but I felt like I couldn’t get clean. I decided to forget about washing my hair as I didn’t want to spend 20 minutes blow drying it.

I turned the shower off, stepped back up to the mirror and wiped away the condensation. I could feel myself getting angry. Why had Micky done that? How dare he do that to me. Should I call the police? Should I tell my mother? I only lost my virginity 8 months ago after fending off my ex’s hard cock for about a year before finally deciding I was ready. My first time was terrible. My ex thought we were in a porn movie so was making all sorts of sounds and facial expressions. He was clumsy and thought once he had entered me his sole job was to pound against me until he came. He even had the audacity to ask me if I came. Yeah sure buddy…..my vagina loved being treated like a cum dump. It really turned me on you fucken stupid piece of shit wanker.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that my breakfast would be served soon.

I finished drying and getting dressed.