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Refreshing.
Conveniently so, there is a mirror to my left. Absolutely stunning on me is my oval face, electric hair cascading out my shoulders as if searching for the nearest socket, and whisper-thin hoop earrings you can fit a hand through. In my purse is a tube of lip stain. I can reapply it but I won’t, because I don’t want to break this moment.
“This isn’t what I let myself believe could happen in London, but it’s what I’ve been manifesting,” I say breathlessly. “I want newness, stumbling onto an absolutely stunning”—borrowing his words—“Englishmen who seduces me in a way that I think ‘I can’t believe we did that’ instead of always being the one to wonder ‘if only I had.’”
Judd puts his beer down. “If I’m to live up to that, we should get started.”
He’s standing now.
I let out a whooshing laugh, realizing how greedy my demands are. Make this memorable for me. Make it shine so bright I can rub this story’s belly and have it replay behind my eyes forever, because I’ve got no clue when I’ll be this free and anonymous again.
Bathroom hostel sex.
What can be funner and wilder? A stroke of brilliance for life experiences, I think, evaluating the situation like it’s happening to a stand-in double on a film set. Like I’m on the outside, and even worse, already on the other side of it.Oh, my friends are going to love this when I tell them about it! They’ll be so shocked and happy in the best kind of way!
Hopefully, Judd can’t see the reason behind my gleeful triumph.
Just in case, I school my features, pulling on my training, as if cameras are watching and listening like they do whenever I’m out in the world back home. “Judd, I don’t want to rush you into anything.” My voice is gentle, creating the facade of someone shy like him. Pretty sure, I can’t openly be a savage PacMan who eats this entire situation as a big win for her London trip.
“You can rush me all you like,” Judd murmurs, fondling the curve of my breast.
His hand is warm, and that feelsnice. Like a masseuse coaxing muscles defusing tension that accumulates throughout the day. He kisses me, and his lips feel wet and soft, but placed wrong. My hands stroke the front line of his shirt buttons. He groans greedily.That’s a sign you’re good at this, Komal. Well done.
“So,” he says. “How turned on are you?”
My nails dig into his shoulders, but Judd doesn’t seem to mind. He leans into it and seems to take that action as answer enough, pulling me in for a kiss that, once again, is mis-positioned so my upper lip is overly moist, a fact IhateI’m noticing.
And again I imagine that call to my friends where I boast how crazy this night got, how I had sex with an attractive stranger inside a hostel bathroom, and… think of what those influencers would say if I could ever tell them this without being named in a scandal!
I feel my eyes slit. A cat with a bird in her mouth, feathers are peeking out.
A lock of hair falls across Judd's forehead.
Immediately, another image hits my mind. Another man.
His fingers brush against my chin, the clean smell of him swirling around me, and the blot of his neutral-toned clothes crowding my vision until he turns us to face the mirror. He’s dressed like a man who needs nothing as pedestrian as colour to look sexy. One hand reaches down and collects both of my wrists until they’re locked together in front of me. The other pulls my head to the side, making room for him. So hoarse, he tells me with a pleased timbre,You really are ruthless right now, Komal. Thinking of me with him. Do you wish it was me? Did you want me to squeeze you against this counter? Do you you want me to stuff you with my big, hard co?—
I gasp, Sparta-kicking the apparition of Huan in my head. My fingers tighten on Judd’s collar. Imagining another man is a limit too far, even for me. Obviously, I’m not putting in enough effort for Judd. My pesky brain needs to turn off. I’ve got to be so present in the moment that my eyes strain from effort!
Judd goes down as gracefully as he can when I push him back onto the toilet. His shirt rumples when I yank it out of his waistband. Before I can blink or think further, he’s unsnapped his pants and they pool on the floor and a dick is out.
A muscle in my forehead twitches.
Yes, this is happening. Yes, this is what I want. Yes, I am going to do this.
I step back and wriggle out of my shorts.
Now we are bottomless, and as Judd rolls on a condom, the only thing left to do is to sit on his penis like I’m boarding a bicycle seat.For some reason, it’s not going in. I’m fumbling with his dick. Frustrated, I kind of jam it in, and there are some see-saw attempts at thrusting.
Judd’s eyes pop out. He’s holding me up, and that’s when I look down and see a dribble of red-tinged liquid rolling down my leg.
I clamour off Judd’s lap. His face goes white as he stammers, “A-are you a virgin?”
“No!”
I’m not normally a blusher, but my face is a fireplace because this can’t be happening. “I must have started my period,” I declare without thinking, and about ten times louder than I mean to. But the days don’t line up, and I know period blood is way different from the little red drops hitting the floor, and despite all evidence to the contrary, I feel no pain. I’m not hurt, like at all, so what is this? Why is my vagina not happy, especially when I was so mentally invested in pulling this off? What’s going on with it?
Judd pulls up his pants, his boner deflated. I also yank up my shorts. Then I snatch wads of toilet paper to clean up the scene of the—no, not thecrime, but more the scene ofwhateverthis is!
