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hangover I’d ever experienced. I almost giggled, thinking in
amazement of the turn of luck I’d had. Not only had I managed to meet Devon
Sealy—the legend of legends, the star of the basketball team—but I had ended up
losing my virginity to him.
    It hit me that I had lost track of all of my friends
the night before; I had no idea where they had ended up, and they definitely
didn’t know where I was, if they had even noticed I wasn’t with them. I climbed
out of the bed carefully, wincing. I was still tender, still aching slightly
between my hips from the night before. I didn’t know how much sleep I had
gotten, but it hadn’t really been enough. I fumbled through my clothes and
purse and found my phone; there was only 12% battery power left, and as I
unlocked the screen I saw a flood of text messages asking where I was, if I was
okay. I sent out a group text that I was fine and got dressed in my clothes quickly. Oh
god, the walk of shame, I thought to myself wryly as I pulled on my still-damp
panties. Devon was fast asleep still, and I looked at him for a long moment. The night had been so amazing; I couldn’t imagine a
better first time. I decided it would be pointless to wake Devon up to
tell him I was leaving. I tiptoed out of his room, down the stairs, and out of
the frat house entirely, fighting back the urge to giggle. In spite of how
tired I was, I couldn’t help feeling great, even with the ache between my legs.
    I made my way across campus as quickly as I could;
even though almost no one was awake until noon, I didn’t really want to run
into anyone. It was bad enough to be walking across campus the morning after a
huge party with the same thing I’d been wearing last night; I thought for sure
anyone who took one look at me would immediately know what I had done. I shook
my head to myself, unable to fight back the grin. Devon had been so good to me; he’d been so sweet, especially once he knew
I was a virgin. I couldn’t think of any
guy I’d ever met who could possibly be better.
    I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that all of
my friends—everyone who had gone to the party with me—were in my dorm, waiting
for me when I arrived. “Where were you? What happened?” I felt my face burning
up and tried to push down the blush even though I knew it was impossible.
    “Oh,” I said, shrugging. “I got tired of waiting for
all of you to decide to head home and crashed in one of the bedrooms upstairs,”
I said quickly. “I didn’t want to walk back alone and I didn’t know where any
of you were.” I shrugged it off again. “God, I’m still tired; I need to get out
of these clothes.”
    I ducked into my room, leaving my friends in the
common area to chatter amongst themselves. I couldn’t believe how energetic
they were—and how tired I was. I grinned to myself. The more I thought about
it, the easier it was to believe how tired I was. After all—I’d had a big
night.
    I wasn’t sure why, exactly, I’d hedged about where I’d
been. Considering how the girls had plastered themselves on guys at the party,
it wasn’t like they’d judge me for going to bed with someone. None of them knew
that I was a virgin. But I thought about how Devon had been; he’d been so sweet
and kind to me, so gentle with me. He had been ready to stop anytime I wanted to;
he had worked hard to make sure I had enjoyed it. I thought with a little
flicker of hope that it was just a little bit possible that it might turn into
an actual relationship. My heart beat faster at the thought.
    If I did want actually
to be Devon’s girlfriend, I doubted that he’d want me to go around
telling all of my friends about how good he was in bed, about how big his cock
was. If it was me, I’d hate that, so I had to give him the same respect. I
giggled to myself, stripping off my clothes from the night before. I could
still feel the tenderness between my thighs, the ache in my hips. I wanted to
savor it as long as I