Chapter 33 Popping My Cherry!
SANCIA
“Come on. I know where the rooms are,” Jonas said, excitedly his hands holding mine.
“Have you been there before? To the back rooms, I mean,” I replied, not because I was interested but because talking helps me from freaking the fuck out.
“No, but my friends have. I've come here a couple of times with them. This is the first time I'm going to the backroom, that too with a beautiful girl like you,” he flirts.
I smiled at him; Jonas was trying hard to convince me as he kept talking and flattering me.
I would have told him to save it. I didn't need any convincing. I was stubborn, which was probably not a good thing right now, but I didn't care. I'm also determined; I had an ulterior motive myself, but I let him drone on as it helped distract me from panicking.
The backroom where Jonas led me was bright with neon light, not as dark as it was back in the club, but not so bright that you could see much. There was no real bed, but there was a big couch. I guess that's where we will do it.
Have sex, that is. My throat closes up as I survey the room with wide eyes, feeling a bit sick. A sexy blonde with a notepad strode in and asked for the fee to use the room upfront; Jonas thrust a wad of cash into her hand.
“Enjoy,” she said with a wink and sashayed out of the room. My face flushed with embarrassment.
I should have probably felt disappointed; the back rooms weren't anything special; the only thing they provide is privacy to have sex, and I have a doubt they also provide girls too.
The walls were matte black and red, the scarce furniture was red, and it smelled like air freshener and bleach.
A bottle of wine and water were placed on a small table, and a tiny washroom, which I was glad for because I suddenly felt panicky and needed to be alone before I freaked Jonas out.
It was at that moment that Jonas suddenly seemed to be in a rush as he pulled me close and tried to kiss me. I pushed him back, harder than I intended to.
“Give me a minute, Jonas,” I said. “I just need to pee and will be right out.” Before he could say anything, I jumped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
There's no shower in the bathroom, only a toilet seat and a wash hand basin. I open the tap and splash cool water on my face.
You can do this, Sancia. Don't let your virginity define your life. It's yours, and you can do whatever the fuck with it. Take control of your life, no matter the cost.
I shook my head when I realized I was talking to myself like a crazy person; fortunately, I was alone. I looked into the mirror, and my eyes were shiny with that stubborn light.
I can do this. I yanked the door open and went into the room. I don't know if it was because I had stayed in the very bright bathroom that I found the room was now much darker.
I closed the door and walked deeper, strong hands wrapped around me from the back, sending a shiver through me as lips kissed my neck and ears.
My stomach flutters with nerves. I don't know if I was being paranoid, but it felt like something was different.
“Jonas?” I asked doubtfully.
“Yes, darling, I've been waiting so long,” he said in that thick British accent. I release a shaky breath and let him continue kissing me.
This is it! This could either earn me my freedom or send me to an early grave.
Jonas' lips were soft yet hard, his kisses hot and insistent as he left a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses along the length of my neck and shoulder, one hand wrapped around my midriff while the other explored my breasts.
I shuddered as a tremor raced through me as he slammed me against the wall and pushed his tongue in my mouth. Fear and something I couldn't name slammed into my chest as he took control of my body.
My heart races with exhilaration as I wonder if I wasn't in over my head with this stranger.
I don't know what had suddenly changed, but the stranger I knew and the one currently raising goosebumps all over my body were not the same.
Something warm pooled inside my panties as his warm lips traced down the front of my dress. If I hadn't heard his accented English voice, I would have sworn he was a different man.
I don't know how to explain it, but something is different, and yet I couldn't stop it, couldn't stop him.
A part of me wondered if I was just being paranoid, or if my fear and common sense were finally kicking in to dissuade me from doing something stupid. But despite all these doubts, I couldn't back down.
If there was one thing I was sure of when I made this decision, it was that I wouldn't feel a single thing, and I hadn't. Dancing with Jonas as his hands roam, my body hasn't aroused me in the least.
Maybe it was because my heart already belonged to another, or maybe it was because of my fear and anxiety. Whatever it was, I had been right; I hadn't felt a single thing I hadn't wanted to because this wasn't about pleasure; it wasn't about exploring my sexuality.
It was about taking a stand for myself. It's a statement and, more than that, a way to free myself. I was ready for the punishment I would undoubtedly receive when my crime was finally known.
Antonio had unknowingly reminded me of a long-ago memory. What I expected from this night was pain, a quick inversion, and an even quicker exit.
I expected to be laid down or bend over and let whoever it was I found just thrust inside me and take what I was offering for free, and be done with it.
I didn't expect whatever this was, because, along with the fear and nerves, there was an unwanted thrill in my blood as my body warmed and tingled under a stranger's expert ministration.
I was ashamed that I liked it because I do like it, and a part of me felt like I was cheating on Antonio, which I was quick to discard. I didn't go out looking for pleasure, and Christina was right.
I was already going to face a much bigger punishment. My first doesn't have to hurt, too.