I locked the door as soon as I got in. I was now alone and not in a hurry for the first time since the incident. I threw my bag off me and crumbled before the door, crying.
What have I done? What have I done to myself? How did it happen that fast! How come I lost that control I had doe more than eight years? How did I lose it totally within one minute.
I replayed everything that happened that evening in my head but when I reached the beginning of where he carried me to the bed, I pulled back quickly. The funny thing that was not in any way funny to me at this moment was that the sex was three times better than what I ever imagined my first time would be like
It was so good, merely thinking about it brought more guilt than the memory of me saying “Yes” when he asked me if I wanted him to do it. I actually said yes.
Seriously? What came over me!
I’m saying this to every girl out there who’s thinking of keeping her virginity till her wedding night. If you’re dating a hot blooded guy like Khalifa, rule number one. Do not ever stay in a locked room alone with him!
I mean DO NOT EVER! Never ever ever never! Do not! I repeat, do not!