Biker's Virgin

That was just too easy sometimes when I was alone and it was so bad for me. I poured myself a glass of iced tea and just as I finally sat down to eat, my phone rang.

I picked it up off the counter, looked at the face of it and smiled. As soon as I said hello I heard, “Hi, girl!” It was Carla. Carla was my best friend all throughout high school and through two years of Community college. She was probably the only person in the entire world who knew my entire backstory. Poor Carla.

“Hi, Carla! How are you?”

She laughed. “That’s what I called to ask you. You’re the one who moved. I haven’t heard from you in weeks.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with the move and my new job.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I could hear the smile in her voice. “How is the new apartment?” Carla had given me a lot of the kitchen items I’d just used to make dinner. When I moved, the only things I took from my father’s home were my own personal things. I didn’t want to give that man any reason to think that I owed him anything.

“It’s good. I really like it here so far.” Except the part where I got drunk and decide to give my virginity to a priest. “I even cooked dinner for myself tonight thanks to you and some of the utensils you gave me.”

She laughed again. “You’re so domestic,” she said.

I giggled. “Yeah right…not,” I said. “I’m getting better, though, that’s for sure. I’m actually enjoying what I made tonight, not just eating to stay alive.”

“What about the job? How is that going?”

“It’s good. They’ve all been really nice to me, and I haven’t dropped any trays of food or burnt anyone with a hot pot of coffee yet.”

“That’s always good,” she said with a laugh. “You know, I hate seeing you work as a waitress. You’re so smart. You were the smartest girl in our class. You should be in nursing school already.”

“I’ll save enough to go back in a couple of years. I’ll still be young.”

“Well, at least we don’t have to w

orry about you getting pregnant and ruining it for yourself,” she said. “Since you’re a saint, as well.”

I felt a pang of guilt stab me in the chest. “I’m thinking sainthood is not in my future,” I told her.

“No? I want details.”

“I’m just saying that I’m no saint.”

“Really? You could have fooled me. How many other 22-year old virgins do you know? Especially hot ones.”

“Oh hush,” I said, feeling my eyes fill with tears. Did I really give my virginity up during the act of committing one of the greatest sins against the Catholic Church? She had me thinking about it again. Damn! “Hey, Carla…I need to tell you something.”

“Good, fess up!” she said. I could tell she was smiling. Carla loved nothing better than dishing dirt.

“I lost my virginity.”

“You did? To who? Where? How?”

Laughing, I said, “Whoa! Slow down there. I was angry with my father-”

“He hasn’t been up there bothering you, has he?”

“No. He called and said some stupid things, as usual. But afterwards, I was stressed out. I went and found a little hole in the wall bar and I got drunk. There was this guy there…

“Carla, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. He had these really pretty eyes with long eyelashes and short, sandy blond hair. And, he also had a killer body to go along with it. He was pretty drunk himself…drunker than me, I think.”

“Whoa! What is his name?”

“I have no idea…”

“You slut!” She giggled. She had no idea that was exactly what I felt like.