Losing Virginity by Ava Michaels

spaz move was that Elevator
Girl?”
    I
groaned and leaned in, after drinking the remains of my shot, and he followed
in suit grinning.  
    “Those
are my friends over there… No, don’t look!” I hissed as he turned to see
Veronica and Alex leaning over their table, knocking over condiments and shot
glasses and pretending they weren’t staring at me. They were worse than the
amateur hour actors in the “modern” theater company some of the art majors had
put together and that I had had the displeasure of seeing practice their craft
on more than two occasions.
    “Shit!
Just look natural. That pretty boy sees us!” I heard Veronica slur as she
grabbed hold of Alex’s head roughly and manhandled him nearly out of his seat.
    “Really…?”
He seemed a bit incredulous and unimpressed.
    “Hey,”
I whispered. “You’re big secret of shame is that you are a fan of Star Trek.
Mine is those whack job friends over there. This is college after all, right?”
    “Yeah,
yeah; you got me there,” he smiled, running a hand through his hair. “So, I
assume they’re here to monitor things and make sure I’m not some serial
killer?”
    I
blushed. How do I explain characters like Veronica and Alex?
    “Not exactly.”
    Now
I was really glad Ryder had ordered those shots. Now that my date and I were
back to talking to each other and not looking at them, out of the corner of my
eye I could see Veronica and Alex leaning back towards us in a way that was
almost comically obvious.
    “If
I can be perfectly honest …”
    “And
you can.” He smiled and sipped his beer.
    “They’re
here to make sure I get laid.”
    Wow,
that half of a shot I’d just taken seemed to be doing its job.
    I
was a lightweight.
    Ryder
laughed and leaned back, doing that thing with his hair again. I couldn’t
decide if it was cute or just some sort of uncontrollable nervous tic.
    “Well,
in that case, maybe we should give them a show… My username is Big Stick.”
    I
set my shot glass down with what felt like the force of a boulder. I really
liked this dream boat, but… A big stick sounded painful. I crossed my legs. My
trap was officially out of order after hearing him say those two words so
seductively... For now…
    “I’m
sorry! I’m sorry,” he said emphatically, still placing his hand over mine.
“That was half a joke, really.”
    I
laughed and tried to ignore my two friends just tables
away from us, who were clearly hanging on every word they could glean from our
conversation.
    “It’s
okay,” I said. Then, leaning in conspiratorially: “How hard do you think it
would be to get out of here and like… Lose them?”
    “I
don’t know,” he replied.
    His
eyes were definitely sexy. If he pointed them at me just right I might have
reopened my trap and dropped my pants on the spot. The alcohol really did make
me think big.
    “You
still haven’t told me something about yourself that you wouldn’t share on a web
profile.”
    “What
are you talking about? I already told you, you’re looking at the two of them,
over there at that table. Do you really think I’d let the world know I
associate with savages like that?”
    He
shook his head as if this just wasn’t good enough. It looked like we were going
to be playing this game. After that half-shot of whiskey and the few sips of
beer I’d had, I was up for it.
    I
heard Alex scream like a sorority girl at the other table as Veronica spilled
another glass of beer. She had probably stained his new American Apparel top …
Probably the same as his last American Apparel top. Such were the things that
made Alex scream.
    “Okay,
so, something I wouldn’t share on a website…” I was trying to buy time, playing
with my hair, swishing Dartmouth’s ubiquitous draft beer around in my glass,
and trying to ignore the drunken din around me. I looked back at my colleagues
again and when I turned back towards Big Stick… I said the one embarrassing
word that you shouldn’t say to someone who