I open my mouth to give him my digits when some guy lets out a two-tiered whistle.
Jack sits up. “That’s for me. The guys are leaving.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“I had an amazing night with you, Jill. You’re special. Don’t let anyone tell you any different,” he says, then kisses me softly on the lips.
“C’mon, Loverboy,” his friend yells, the others laugh and whistle.
Heathens.
“I won’t forget you, Jack. Thanks for making my first time so wonderful.”
He nods, kisses me again, then walks away. He never looks back. I know because I watch him walk the entire way to the SUV. I watch him climb in. I watch his friends try to razz him. I watch him shut them down.
Now I know for sure he’s a decent guy. I should’ve given him my number, but maybe it really is better this way. I don’t do jocks, and he most definitely is one.
I pack up my stuff and make my way down the beach to where Audrey and Isla are laughing and drunk off their asses. Their guys left around the same time as Jack. That’s interesting. I bet they know who he is, but, again, it’s better not to know.
“We were going to come get you, but we saw you had company,” Audrey teases.
“You get lucky, Jillie?” Isla asks.
For a short time, away from reality, yes.
“I had fun. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“Holy shit,” Audrey says, grabbing Isla’s arms, “Jillie did the deed!”
“Well, weren’t you listening earlier? I had so many propositions to give it to me, I had to take one of them up on their offer, now, didn’t I?” I joke, swallowing down emotions I’ve yet to put a name to.
Tonight, I lost my V-card.
Tonight, I had a one-night stand.
Tonight, I met an amazing guy.
Tonight, I feel like I came alive.
Do I owe it to my two best friends or to Jack? Either way, I’m thankful. Introverted Jillian needs to grow up and learn how to play nicely with others, to extrovert from time to time. That’s exactly what I plan to do.
