Bursting with love for her, he hugged her tight, kissing her with urgency in his touch. She was hypnotizing. Life. Breath. One.

Dazed, he unzipped his pants and slid up in her pussy. She froze. The feeling felt unusual and weird, but good.

He fucked her so fast and so hard she had to punch at his chest to get him to stop.

After about ten seconds of his constant pumping like a dog, she pushed him off, panting.

Oh my God! It didn’t hurt? I heard when you’re a virgin it is supposed to hurt, that some kind of lining would
pop producing some blood.

I am looking at his dick.

There’s no blood.

She thought back to her graduation night. Tommy looked radiant. He looked so cool. “Here, have this Henny. It’ll loosen you up.”

And when she finished, powered by her new found adulthood and her high school diploma, she drank
about four glasses of Hennessy.

It tore her up.

Tommy led her to his room. He lay her down and said, “You can rest here.”

Then she blacked out.

Oh my God?

I’m not a virgin!

But how do I prove it?

Sax was looking at her.

She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I’m not ready, Sax! How could you try to force me to have sex with you? Are you not in control? Are you going to rape me?"

Every part of her body was shaking. She was about to throw up. How
could Tommy betray her?

Sax felt really low. Did he just rape his girl? Guilt tore away at him. He didn’t want to be in the room anymore.

But he hid it from his face.

He said, “Stop saving the pussy. And no I’ll never violate you.”

She just about had it. Men were horny bitches!

Angry about Tommy’s betrayal, she lashed out at Sax. “Fuck you! You’re pissing me off.”

He exploded so badly she shut up.

“Fuck you, you selfish bitch!”

He really didn’t mean it. It’s just that he waited his entire life for this moment, when a woman made him a man, took his innocence, showed him how its done, nurtured him, kissed
him, allowed him to be so deep in her his manhood went through another birth.

Her mouth fell open in shock.

His body numb, his dick losing its erection, he stuck the $11,000 engagement ring back in his
pocket.

In a fit of rage he ripped every rose in his path, red petals twirling this way and that, thorns on the stems penetrating his shaking hands, blood
trailing down his wrists, being smeared on the covers.

He flipped the bed over, punching holes in the hotel walls.

Once he destroyed the most beautiful room she’d ever seen, he went into the adjoining room, slammed the door closed and locked it, cursing
her and calling her all kinds of names until he fell into a deep sleep.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her face in her hands, sobbing as the room lay in ruins before her very eyes.

For the first time in her life she felt alone.