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over trying to pull down my panties and sit down, but
I managed to pee and wipe without any disaster befalling me. As I washed my
hands, I looked into the caked-over, cracked mirror. I looked exactly like I
felt: a little tired, a little overwhelmed, a little lust-struck. My make-up
was smudged in a way that I thought looked a lot like a Covergirl ad. I look hot, I thought to myself, in
surprise.

 
    I never really thought of myself as being hot or sexy, mostly because I
never really knew what it was like to want to look hot or sexy. Because I’d never felt compelled to be sexy for
someone, I just never let it into my radar. But that night, I felt sexy as
hell. I closed my eyes and thought about Boon; a moment of panic took me over
as I realized that this might be the last time I ever saw him, and that we
wouldn’t have a private moment for me to fulfill my goal.

 
    That’s when I heard the knocking on the door. Annoyed at first that
someone would interrupt my private moment, I just sighed and turned off the
taps, shaking my hands dry. I opened the door, ready to slip past whoever was
on the other side, but found myself propelled backwards into the bathroom. The
door slammed shut. Boon was standing in front of me, his eyes now dark and
knowing. I felt my heart beating hard in my chest, my breathing shallow.

 
    “Hi,” he said, that wicked grin back on his face.

 
    “Hi,” I said, blushing and suddenly shy. I didn’t have time to ponder the
situation, though. Before I could blink, I was pinned against the cold tile,
Boon’s lips on mine. His lips were firm but soft, pressing against mine
urgently, and I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to slip between my
lips. His tongue probed my mouth, dancing with my own as my head detached from
my shoulders and drifted off into space.

 
    The kiss was hot, and I felt myself grabbing Boon by the waist, pulling
him towards me. I could feel his hot breath in my mouth and wanted more, wanted
his breath in my lungs, wanted his tongue down my throat, his hands all over my
body.

 
    Even in my intoxicated stupor, I could feel my nerves coming alive as his
mouth slipped off mine and down to my chin, tracing wet, hard kisses along my
jawline and then down my neck. I moaned underneath him, my hands desperately
digging into his waist. His hands found my waist, too, and I shivered as I felt
him clutch my hips, pulling me towards him.

 
    I could feel his hardness through his tight jeans, and was amazed as my
legs parted for him, allowing him to grind me into the wall. His member pressed
against my panties, and I felt a thrill down there as my virgin pussy got wet
for the first time. I didn’t even really know it was happening: all I knew was
that Boon was making all the hair on my body stand on end as he nibbled my
earlobes.

 
    Just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Boon pulled away, leaving me
panting against the bathroom wall. He grinned at me, that grin that would be my
undoing. Then, he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

 
    I lingered in the bathroom, catching my breath. What had just happened? How had I gone from never having a kiss
that meant anything to wanting to strip down and fuck a perfect stranger in the
bathroom of a biker bar? I didn’t care; in that moment, I didn’t care about a
damn thing. I just wanted more.

~ 7 ~

 
    To their undying credit, Becky and Alicia were fairly civil about what
had so obviously transpired until we were in the cab and the bar was far behind
us. After that, though, it was all-out girl talk.

 
    “How was it?”

 
    “Was it AMAZING?”

 
    “Oh my God, he is SO HOT!”

 
    “See, boys really ARE fun!”

 
    “Tell us everything, you whore!”

 
    Becky and Alicia’s excited shrills mixed together in an incoherent mess
as I stared out the window, watching the bright lights grow nearer as we got
closer to the main strip. I wanted to tell them how it was, but I didn’t know
how.