Page 6 of Husband to Go

“Oh my god,” is my gasp.

He merely grins.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. It’s nothing that dry cleaning can’t fix.”

But now, I’m completely embarrassed and hurriedly pull my skirt down. My ass issore, but I can still walk. My wits are coming back to me, and I realize that I am not wearing any underwear. What happened to it? I don’t want to spend time crawling on the floor looking for the missing item, so I label that pair lost.

I straighten out my clothes, acutely aware of how dirty I feel, but it’s in a good way. There’s semen dripping down my leg, but I don’t have any urge to wipe it away. If anything, I want to remain marked byhim.

He’s watching me, looking amused again. He chuckles as he zips himself up.

“You should probably go home and get some rest,” he suggests. I nod because it sounds like a good idea. I’m still riding that high, but once all this adrenaline runs out, it’ll be awkward, definitely.

As a result, I take his advice and leave. No goodbye, no thank you, no nothing. I don’t even stop to check in with my friends. I just walk right out with my head held high and a frozen smile on my lips, leaving the noisy crowd behind.

Limping a bit, I find my way to the nearest subway station. Thank god I’m buzzed enough that the thought of being commando on underground public transport isn’t skeeving me out too much. I’ll probably come to regret this decision when I’m sober.

But there’s one thing I won’t regret.

I find a seat and cover my face as I remember what happened less than ten minutes ago. The people riding with me must think I’m insane. And they would be right frankly, if they knew what I just did.

I feel like such a bad girl. Regular Kylie wouldneverdream of doing something so crazy. But that’s what tonight was for, to not be my ‘everyday’ self. And it felt good, I have to admit, like a part of myself was awakened by the handsome man and his deliciously dirty touch.

I make it to my house and immediately fall into bed. I’m too tired to change, but too wired to go right to sleep. Instead, I collapse on top of the covers, with images of the gorgeous stranger dancing through my mind. What must he think of me? I guess it doesn’t matter because I’ll never see him again. Strangely, my heart contracts at that thought, and an ache settles into my stomach. I wish I got his name so that at least I could stalk him on-line and fantasize that we’ll see each other in the future. But it’s too late now, and as my eyes close, I see his handsome profile. He’s mine, but it was only for one night.

2

Kylie

Iwake up the next morning, and the first thing I notice is how sore my ass is. Jesus Christ, what a night. I amnotused to waking up like this. The memories flood my mind, and I gasp, remembering the amazing time I had with thatguy.

What was his name?

Did I not get his name?

I cover my face when the realization hits me. Not only did I make love to a complete stranger in the middle of a club, but I didn’t even get his name! Could I be any more of a loose woman?

The answer is no.

I think harder, and another one of my mistakes hits me over the head: I didn’t get his number! How could I have such a thrilling time and then fail to get the guy’s name or number? What is wrong with me?

“Oh, Kylie,” I mumble. “Girl, you have messed up.”

I feel like shit about all the mistakes I made last night, and now, there’s absolutely nothing I can do. I have no way of tracking this guy down. I run through every possible avenue I could take to find him but come up with nothing. All I have is are my memories of what he looks like. Thinking of that hardened, muscled body and his cocky grin make me smile to myself. At least I havethat.

But otherwise, this is a royal fuck-up. I’ll have to resign myself to last night being a cherished memory, never to be relived again.Sigh…

But there’s no point in dwelling on what is lost, especially when there’s so much to do today.I take my arm away from my eyes and look around my childhood room. Nothing has been changed since I left for college. My overstuffed bookshelves still line the walls, with posters of hot male celebrities pinned next to my mirror, and one wall painted black from my emo phase.

It’s a great place to cool any naughty thoughts. Remembering teenaged Kylie, with her nose buried in a book, I realize that I’ve come a long way. There are still a whole lot of insecurities that have stayed with me, but at least I’m more confident than I was in high school.

But coming home does reawaken my anxiety a little bit. Looking around this lair, I’m reminded of all the things that gave me room to pause: the fact that there are no pictures ofactualboys in the room, just celebrities; the fact that my yearbooks are stashed in the back of my closet because I hated all pictures of myself; and the exerciser saucer in the corner of my room, which was supposedly good for shedding weight. Looking down at myself, I sigh. I guess some things never change.

Nonetheless, I have to move on. I’m actually home for the weekend because my mom is getting married soon, proof that things change. It’s just her engagement party tomorrow, and not a big deal. In fact, I think it’ll be one big ‘ugh.’ Given that my mom’s involved, this affair is pretty much guaranteed to wind up having some drama, for better or worse.

I need to take a shower. All of last night’s grease and dirt is still sticking to me. And while I loved every second of Mr. No Name, I’d rather not be in my mom’s presence with his musk all over me. I already have a hard enough time spending time with Veronica.

I take a quick shower, scrubbing every inch of my body. The memories of last night are still alive in my mind; where he touched me, kissed me, and made love to me. I turn the handle to the coldest setting, blasting the thoughts from my head. Unfortunately, it’s only mildly effective.