[Fandom Muses] July Prompt (Misc)
How did you lose your virginity?
She hadn’t meant to let things escalate this far.
When Sarah Jane had agreed to go with Vickie to Lily Roberts’ party, this was absolutely the last thing she had ever imagined happening. There were rules against this sort of things, rules she had thought up a year and a half ago before entering Nottingham University’s journalism program. Back then, on that very first day of orientation, Sarah Jane had decided that if she ever was going to get ahead in a still rather male dominated field, she had to keep her life strict. While the occasional foray with friends was acceptable at times, getting drunk certainly wasn’t. And making time for more than the occasional flirtation was very much at the bottom of that list.
But wasn’t that exactly what had happened tonight? She had allowed every single one of her self-prescribed rules to be broken in a moment of weakness. Maybe it was because for once she wanted to be like Vickie, carefree and able to feel truly confident among the boys. It hadn’t really been until university that men had really begun looking at her. But the self-doubts of her secondary school self still lingered at times.
That was until Andrew Lofts had smiled at her from across the flat’s common room, instantly causing every rule she had to vanish. Of course she knew who Andrew Lofts was; she’d be daft not to. He was one of the journalism department’s most promising students, and quite handsome as well. Sarah would have been lying to herself if she didn’t say she had always had a small crush on him since their media ethics class fall of her first year.
She still hadn’t meant to let things escalate this far.
One drink eventually led to another, and as they continued to talk, Sarah quickly learned that they had more than just journalism in common. His sense of humour was sometimes lacking, but he still smiled at some of his quips. And more than that, Andrew was a hockey enthusiast as well. It was only an hour after their first words to each other that they kissed.
Inhibition free, it was hard to say no when he suggested going back to his flat. It was even harder to say no as he laid her down on his bed, kissing her lips then chin then neck. It was hard to say no as she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, and even harder when layers of clothing began to be removed. While Sarah Jane was certainly new at this, she could tell that Andrew wasn’t. Following his lead, though, only lasted so long before Sarah Jane found herself listening to her own intuitions instead.
It wasn’t until after the climax that Sarah realised just how much she had allowed things to escalate. She was crawled up beside him, half covered by a sheet and half covered by Andrew’s body, sheen of sweat still covering both their bodies. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, being held in a man’s arms like this, but it certainly wasn’t one Sarah was accustomed to feeling. Still, she could not help but think that perhaps it was one she could get used to and perhaps even adjust to her rules.
In the coming years, she’d let things escalate even further. And then, suddenly, they’d reach a screeching halt.
She hadn’t meant to let things escalate this far.
When Sarah Jane had agreed to go with Vickie to Lily Roberts’ party, this was absolutely the last thing she had ever imagined happening. There were rules against this sort of things, rules she had thought up a year and a half ago before entering Nottingham University’s journalism program. Back then, on that very first day of orientation, Sarah Jane had decided that if she ever was going to get ahead in a still rather male dominated field, she had to keep her life strict. While the occasional foray with friends was acceptable at times, getting drunk certainly wasn’t. And making time for more than the occasional flirtation was very much at the bottom of that list.
But wasn’t that exactly what had happened tonight? She had allowed every single one of her self-prescribed rules to be broken in a moment of weakness. Maybe it was because for once she wanted to be like Vickie, carefree and able to feel truly confident among the boys. It hadn’t really been until university that men had really begun looking at her. But the self-doubts of her secondary school self still lingered at times.
That was until Andrew Lofts had smiled at her from across the flat’s common room, instantly causing every rule she had to vanish. Of course she knew who Andrew Lofts was; she’d be daft not to. He was one of the journalism department’s most promising students, and quite handsome as well. Sarah would have been lying to herself if she didn’t say she had always had a small crush on him since their media ethics class fall of her first year.
She still hadn’t meant to let things escalate this far.
One drink eventually led to another, and as they continued to talk, Sarah quickly learned that they had more than just journalism in common. His sense of humour was sometimes lacking, but he still smiled at some of his quips. And more than that, Andrew was a hockey enthusiast as well. It was only an hour after their first words to each other that they kissed.
Inhibition free, it was hard to say no when he suggested going back to his flat. It was even harder to say no as he laid her down on his bed, kissing her lips then chin then neck. It was hard to say no as she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, and even harder when layers of clothing began to be removed. While Sarah Jane was certainly new at this, she could tell that Andrew wasn’t. Following his lead, though, only lasted so long before Sarah Jane found herself listening to her own intuitions instead.
It wasn’t until after the climax that Sarah realised just how much she had allowed things to escalate. She was crawled up beside him, half covered by a sheet and half covered by Andrew’s body, sheen of sweat still covering both their bodies. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, being held in a man’s arms like this, but it certainly wasn’t one Sarah was accustomed to feeling. Still, she could not help but think that perhaps it was one she could get used to and perhaps even adjust to her rules.
In the coming years, she’d let things escalate even further. And then, suddenly, they’d reach a screeching halt.