Page 65 of Just for Fun
I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. With shaky hands, I pulled the condom off, wondering how in the fuck I was still hard. I threw it in the trashcan before staring at myself in the mirror. When I leaned against the sink, I noticed that I was leaving bloody fingerprints behind, so I rushed to wash my hands and rinse everything off. I grabbed a washcloth to clean myself up, then, as I was about to walk out, I grabbed another one for Zara.
By the time I made it back to the bedroom, she was already out of bed, looking frantically for her underwear. She never looked at me as she got dressed, but every time she turned around, I’d catch a glimpse of her tear streaked face.
“Zara…” My voice cracked when I tried to speak. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”
She waved me off. “It’s no big deal, seriously.”
I sighed and looked down, feeling awful about the entire thing. “Itisa big deal, Zara. It’s a huge deal. Why didn’t you say anything?”
She just shrugged, already dressed by now. Turning her back at me, she wiped furiously at her face before facing me again.
“Can you please put some clothes on?”
My eyes widened in surprise when I realized that I was standing naked in my bedroom, in front of a girl who’d been a virgin until two minutes ago. I grabbed the jeans I’d taken off earlier and put them on, foregoing the underwear. Wincing a little, I managed to zip them up just enough to stay covered. I didn’t bother with a shirt.
“I ordered a car to take me home,” she said. “I can’t talk about this tonight.”
If she didn’t sound so innocent and absolutely heartbroken, I would’ve insisted on her staying to hash it all out. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to make things worse for her.
“But you’re not going to ghost me now, right?” I made sure to ask.
She shook her head, the beginning of a smile forming in the corner of her lips. The pitiful picture she was presenting made her even more irresistible to me. I took a few steps forward until our toes touched. Without thinking, I cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t anything like before, just a gentle peck on the lips, but it felt more powerful than anything to date.
When we parted, she stared at me with wide and innocent eyes, and I felt like I was two inches tall. I somehow fucked everything up even though I had no idea of her physical state, so to speak.
I walked her to the door where I gave her another soft kiss. The Uber she’d ordered was already there, and I waited until she got in. After closing the door, I rushed to find my cell phone.
Please let me know when you got home safely, I texted her.
I will, she responded.
That was four days ago, and my life hasn’t been the same since. I tried calling her a couple of times, but she always spoke in frantic tones, like she was so incredibly busy she couldn’t talk, not just to me but anyone in general.
I want to give her some space, but at the same time, I can’t stand this. I’ve spent the last four days and nights drawing like a maniac, and every single female character looks just like Zara. I’ve also come up with a storyline for a new game, and I’ll be damned if it’s not shaping up to be a love story between the two main characters.
She’s completely taken over my head, and I can’t shake it off. What am I going to do?
A loud knock at the front door distracts me, albeit temporarily from this insanity. I put the pad and e-pen down before making my way to see who’s here.
“What’s up, dude?” I greet my buddy, Alex, when I find him standing in my doorway. I haven’t seen him since he lost his temper with me the last time he was here. But I know he’s weird like that, so I don’t take it to heart. Besides, since he last saw me, I managed to have enough problems of my own.
“I came by to make sure you’re still alive,” he deadpanned. “I checked the logs and noticed you’ve been putting in a lot of hours.”
His eyebrows raise in question as he waits for me to say something.
“I just felt inspired,” I shrug and walk away. Once I’m in the kitchen, I grab an energy drink and proceed to down it down, all in an effort to buy myself more time.
Alex follows me there. “I half expected to find you drunk.”
I don’t blame him for thinking that. After all, I created my best work from before while drunk.
“I’m in some sort of detox program,” I joke.
As I say the words, I realize that I don’t actually remember the last time I got blackout drunk. That is very unlike me. I’ve been too obsessed with Zara Bray to think of anything else.
“Have you ever been with a virgin?” I ask, seemingly out of nowhere.
Alex must think the same because he just stares at me like I’ve completely lost it.
