One Tree Hill ;; General Fandom ;; #086 ;; sinful.
I started wearing those damn shirts everywhere, and I loved the attention they brought. So when I found out about a college party, I knew I had to wear it. A proclamation about my false virginity, college boys driven by their hormones and alcohol was going to make for a very interesting night.
I started drinking, like I normally do, as soon as I got there. At first it was a few drinks with very little alcohol, then I met Brian and we some shots together. I was feeling a bit buzzed when I decided to jump up onto the bar top and do some dancing for the guys.
Had I known there was a camera, I probably wouldn’t have done it. Okay, yeah I would have, but that’s beside the point.
The thrill of being up there, with all the guy’s eyes on me, watching the “Hot Virgin” practically stripping for them was exhilarating. Who said being wanted isn’t the best feeling in the world?
So, as the music changed to a louder, sexier song, I decided to up the ante. I pulled my top off first, figuring that would be good enough to get a few guys to throw themselves at me so I wouldn’t spend the night alone. But the wolf whistles and the cat calls pushed me over the edge. Before I knew it, I was dancing topless before a sea of faces that blurred together.
The look on Shelly’s face as she played the tape at the emergency Clean Teen meeting was hilarious. She was disgusted, but I swear I could see a little bit of jealousy mixed in. There was no way she would ever be that comfortable with sexuality, and I think she hates that fact.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
I walked out of the room topless, knowing that a few of the virgin losers were staring at me. I didn’t care, and I still don’t. The point is that I enjoy sex, and I’m not going to let someone else tell me that that’s wrong.
Besides, there’s some kind of rush that comes with knowing you’re doing something that other’s disapprove of. Especially when they all get to watch the tape of their Virgin for Life member throwing sex in their faces.
I started drinking, like I normally do, as soon as I got there. At first it was a few drinks with very little alcohol, then I met Brian and we some shots together. I was feeling a bit buzzed when I decided to jump up onto the bar top and do some dancing for the guys.
Had I known there was a camera, I probably wouldn’t have done it. Okay, yeah I would have, but that’s beside the point.
The thrill of being up there, with all the guy’s eyes on me, watching the “Hot Virgin” practically stripping for them was exhilarating. Who said being wanted isn’t the best feeling in the world?
So, as the music changed to a louder, sexier song, I decided to up the ante. I pulled my top off first, figuring that would be good enough to get a few guys to throw themselves at me so I wouldn’t spend the night alone. But the wolf whistles and the cat calls pushed me over the edge. Before I knew it, I was dancing topless before a sea of faces that blurred together.
The look on Shelly’s face as she played the tape at the emergency Clean Teen meeting was hilarious. She was disgusted, but I swear I could see a little bit of jealousy mixed in. There was no way she would ever be that comfortable with sexuality, and I think she hates that fact.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
I walked out of the room topless, knowing that a few of the virgin losers were staring at me. I didn’t care, and I still don’t. The point is that I enjoy sex, and I’m not going to let someone else tell me that that’s wrong.
Besides, there’s some kind of rush that comes with knowing you’re doing something that other’s disapprove of. Especially when they all get to watch the tape of their Virgin for Life member throwing sex in their faces.