Page 3 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
“Gah!!” I shrieked, my thighs squeezing his hips like they’d crush them. Tyler grimaced, but this time, he continued pressing into me.
“AH!! Tyler, stop!”
He still didn’t. His face was tight and red with frustration as he pushed deeper.
“You’re hurting me!!”
I went to shove him off me, but he was twice my size and wouldn’t budge. I struggled and screamed under him, my whole body on fire with panic.
I didn’t care who heard me.
I didn’t care if he got upset.
I needed this to stop.
Finally, I managed to pull one leg up to my hip, and a swift kick to Tyler’s genitals sent him tumbling to the floor.
My chest was shaking so badly that I could barely breathe. My mouth hung open, inhaling like I was starved of oxygen as Tyler writhed in pain on the floor.
He turned to face me; his frustration replaced with rage.
“What the fuck, Avery!?”
My blood chilled in my veins.
Tyler never cursed.
“Hello?”
The knocking sound was like a nail being pounded into my ears. I saw Tyler’s face fall in horror.
“Avery,” the voice outside the floor continued. “This is Madison, the RA down the hall. I heard a scream. Is everything okay in there?”
I didn’t answer. Neither did Tyler. It was as if the whole world was melting into a puddle around me.
There was another knock, then the metallic chime of keys.
“Avery, I’m coming in.”
My stomach fell to the floor.
We’d been caught.
Chapter 1
Five years later
Crap.
I’m going to be late.
Not that it mattered much. I didn’t even know the guy, at least not in person. All I had to go off were a few profile pictures and the texts we’d exchanged the night before. But he seemed nice enough, and I figured he wouldn’t judge if I were a few minutes late.
After all,I told myself,Downtown Orlando is a nightmare during rush hour. He may end up being late himself.
I rested my elbows on the steering wheel, grateful that I now worked from home and rarely had to deal with this awful traffic. Not only was the city full of highways that wound overtop each other in erratic rollercoaster patterns, but the drivers were often less than polite. The main road leading to the coffee shop was jammed with bumper-to-bumper traffic, with horn beeps and sudden stops a frequent occurrence as the crowd of cars inched forward.
Finally, after going two miles in twenty minutes, I made it to the parking lot. Despite the traffic, Orange Blossom Coffee was a wonderful first date spot – a cozy, inviting space with rustic décor and tons of live plants. I preferred coffee over dinner for first meetups – it was cheaper and less of an investment, leaving either party free to bow out with no hard feelings. But Orange Blossom was also downtown, which meant that I was subjected to the absolute worst of the city’s rush-hour traffic.
