I don’t know what I would do without my bestie, Charlotte. If it weren’t for her, I would’ve spent Friday night at home, probably watching movies. She called me out of the blue a few minutes ago and told me about a new joint that opened up.
Woohoo! Party time. She told me yesterday that she would work late today, so I thought that I’d spend the night by myself. But good old Charly came through for me. Thank God. I would’ve been bored out of my mind at home. Being alone serves as a constant reminder of the choices I made. I should say poor choices, but that strikes a nerve.
After receiving a scholarship in Los Angeles, I left the Balkans to pursue medical studies. Life in LA was amazing. I studied every day after class and even harder on weekends. There was no room for failure. I needed to maintain high grades to continue my studies, so I put in the required hours. Dedicating most of my time to studying made me yearn for fun.
At the end of the year, after finishing in the top three of my class, I needed an outlet. I was mentally drained, and I felt a void in my social life. A sorority girl, Maxine, was at the pinnacle of the party scene. She knew all the club owners, probably because she slept with them, and the DJs. She was my ticket to fun.
I took Maxine out for lunch to cosy up to her, and we hit it off. She couldn’t stop talking about all the fun she had for the last two years at college, which I had spent indoors. Reading between the lines, I gathered that Maxine had slept with quite a few guys. She never explicitly admitted it, but her hints gave it away.
The first night we went out, she made out with a guy within half an hour of being at the club. I thought they knew each other, but she told me that they had met a few minutes before swapping saliva. At the end of the night, she told me that I should get a cab by myself.
While waiting for one, I saw her in the car with the guy that she had kissed.
During our next outing, she told me to loosen up and keep an open mind if a guy approached me. A few minutes after that conversation, a burly guy stood in front of me, smiling. He didn’t say anything for several seconds, which made me feel uncomfortable. He asked to buy me a drink, and I looked at Maxine, who raised her eyebrows and smiled. I felt that was her way of reminding me about our conversation.
I accepted the drink. At the bar, the guy leaned into me, and I kept looking at him, wondering if I should ignore Maxine’s advice. He really wasn’t my type. I didn’t even know his name, but Maxine’s words played on a loop in my mind.
I made out with a stranger. The kiss actually wasn’t that bad. He got me slightly aroused and wondering how horny I would be with a guy I liked. I wanted to be completely uninhibited, even if for just one night.
Maxine and I hit the dancefloor. Looking at her, I realised that she may have set me up with the guy who approached me mere seconds after our conversation. Oh, well. She was looking out for my best interest, so I should thank her.
I noticed Maxine looking above my head as I felt a guy brushing up on me. I turned around and saw a tall guy with a drink in his hand, completely squared up with me.
“Hi, I’m Matt.”
I leaned into him and said, “I’m Jacky. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You wanna dance?”
I smiled and said, “Sure.”
Matt stuck out his hand, and I grabbed it. He spun me around, grabbed my hips and pressed his boner against my ass. I smiled, looking at Maxine, whose face revealed that she knew the guy behind me was poking me with his schlong.
He ran his hands up and down my legs and thrusted a few times, probably to let me know that he wanted to stick his dick inside of me. I had definitely warmed up to the idea.
Matt leaned over my shoulder, tilted my face towards him and stuck his tongue into my mouth. That was the first time I had made out in that position. It was awkward and kinky.
We squared up and resumed the kissing. Matt had squeezed my ass with both hands and pressed his dick up against my groin. I knew he wanted to bang me, and I was in the mood to open my legs.
Our lips parted. Matt said, “Do you wanna get outta here?”
I stared at him for a few seconds, contemplating whether leaving with him would make me a whore. I looked behind me, and Maxine wasn’t there. I figured that she was with some guy and wouldn’t know that I had left with Matt.
At his dorm, Matt threw me onto the bed and leapt on top of me. I screeched and put my hands up as his massive frame launched at me. The landing was more cushy than I anticipated. I giggled as he ravaged my neck and chest.
Matt slid his hand between my legs and rubbed my groin over my pants. We looked at each other, and I saw his desire to be inside of me. He pulled off my pants and then my G-string.
My chest expanded and slowly deflated. I was nervous about having my first sexual intercourse, but I was also unbelievably horny. I wanted Matt to have his way with me all night long so that I could release all the tension I had built up over the last two years.
He got in between my legs and started licking. Oh, yes. He knew where to hit the spot. I wheezed as his tongue rattled on my pussy. I loved what he did to me. It felt like he liberated me from the sexual restrictions I had self-imposed.
Matt pulled me towards the edge of the bed and slowly slid his dick inside of me. Initially, the penetration was slightly uncomfortable, but it became smoother as I excreted more fluid.
I spread my arms above my head and moaned as Matt increased the pace. He grabbed my waist and told me that I looked hot. Shortly after that, he abruptly stopped, pulled out his dick and came on my stomach. Initially, I was disappointed that our intimacy was cut short, but I was also flattered that he found me so irresistibly attractive that he couldn’t hold back his load.
He apologised and said that I should give him a few minutes to replenish his load. I waited, but he couldn’t get it up again. I think he had too much to drink.
The following day, Maxine called me and demanded that I spill the beans. I told her about Matt’s shortcomings, excuse the pun, and she burst out laughing and called him an amateur. She also said that I needed a real man. The thought of being with an experienced gentleman turned me on.
That Friday, we took a taxi to an upmarket cocktail bar. Maxine said that corporate men congregate there, hoping to sleep with a hot college girl after spoiling her with expensive drinks. She said that I should milk them for everything they’ve got and sleep with the richest one only if I wanted to and not feel any obligation.
We stood at the bar for only a few minutes before a guy in his thirties approached Maxine. His eyes were fixated on her, staring at her like he could not see anyone else. After he lured her to the dancefloor, I stood at the bar by myself. Feeling awkward, I ordered two shots to loosen up.
Half an hour later, surprisingly, nobody approached me. I saw two guys checking me out, but they didn’t have the balls to chat me up.
Maxine returned to the bar with her guy, and he bought us drinks. We toasted, and then Maxine whispered to me that her guy is rich and wants us to visit his house.
I raised my eyebrows, pointed at myself and said, “Me, as well?”
She smiled, nodding.
I stuck my hand out to him and said, “Hi, I’m Vallery. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Josh. The pleasure’s mine, Vallery.”
I figured that he had a private chef and would cater to us. I was peckish, so the thought of eating delicious food lured me into Maxine’s trap.
The large black gate opened, the two sides spreading apart. The dolphin fountain, spurting water out of its mouth, was the first structure I saw as we pulled up to the long driveway. The double-storey house was completely lit, not a single room without a light on. That made me believe his family was inside.
Maxine and I sat on the white, concave couch as Josh poured us drinks from the bar. She leaned into me and said, “He’s really rich.”
I looked up at the chandelier and around the house, convincing me of Maxine’s sentiment. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to join them. Surely, she wanted privacy with Josh?
Maxine whispered to me, “Remember what I said about keeping an open mind and letting your hair loose?” I nodded. “Just follow my lead and don’t object.”
I looked at her, wondering what she had planned that she hadn’t filled me in on.
Josh handed us our drinks and sat between us. Maxine put her hand on his leg and leaned into him, smiling. Again, I wondered why she didn’t want to be alone with him.
A few minutes later, Josh stood up and offered his hand to Maxine, who accepted it. After she stood up, she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.
In Josh’s bedroom, she told me to join her on the bed as he closed the door. I couldn’t believe that I went along with her plan.
She got on her knees in front of Josh and pulled down his pants. I was surprised that she did that in front of me. As she pulled down his jocks, his dick sprang out. She smiled at me and told me to join her on the floor. I looked at her for a few seconds, processing what she had just said. Maxine grabbed my wrist and yanked it.
She sucked his dick for some time and then looked at me. I was hesitant to do what she wanted, but I went along with it. While I blew Josh, she had his balls in her mouth.
Next thing I knew, we were on the bed next to each other, our bums perched up above the edge of the bed. Josh penetrated Maxine for a few minutes and then took a turn with me. I couldn’t stop thinking about Maxine’s conniving ploy to lure me into a threesome, but I did forget about it when Josh banged me hard.
His thrusts were more aggressive and longer than Matt’s. His experience was evident, and I enjoyed getting it from him.
Josh had us in several positions. One of those was me sitting on his face and eating me out while Maxine rode him. That was hot.
When it was time for him to cum, both of us got on our knees in front of him. He shot his load onto our faces and then told us to kiss each other. That was kinda gross.
The following day, Maxine called to thank me for tagging along. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, and she sensed it. Before I hung up, she asked me if I would go with her to Josh’s house again. The way she sounded made me suspicious.
“Why?”
“He had a great time and wants to see you again. He said he’ll take us shopping.”
“I want a reward for last night. Why not treat us now and then again for next time?” Her silence prompted me to ask, “Did he give you anything for last night?”
“Like what?”
“How about money?” She hesitated to say no. “He did, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Vallery?”
“How much did he give you?”
“Nothing.”
“How much?”
“Fine, he gave me a thousand dollars. There, you happy now?” I remained silent, in complete disbelief. Maxine added, “If you want to make some money tonight, call me.” She hung up.
That was the last time I spoke to Maxine. Although I never wanted to see her again, I credit her for awakening the party girl inside of me, which I never knew existed.
I remained disciplined with my studies and partied with numerous guys during the semester breaks. It was amazing. I studied hard and got banged hard.
After graduating, I got a job at a medical research company as a writer. I worked in the office for the first year and then switched to remote work. In the second year, I got a salary increase and decided to travel the world.
Learning about the different cultures and seeing the seven wonders of the world were experiences I’ll treasure forever. Of course, since I travelled alone, I had no inhibitions about indulging in sex romps. To say that I was with a few guys would be an understatement.
In New Zealand, I met two brothers at a bar. The older one was cute, and the younger one had potential. I didn’t intend to have a threesome that night, but I kept an open mind after realising they hinted at it. I took a risk by going to their place, but the reward was worth it. They banged my brains out. It was definitely one of the most memorable experiences I had.
After visiting more than one hundred countries, I decided to return to the Balkans and settle down. Looking for a husband at the age of forty was challenging. Men my age were interested in younger women, and the ones who wanted me weren’t appealing.
Dan was a 55-year-old divorced man with two children. He owned a tool business, dressed elegantly and treated me well. He didn’t expect me to bear children but didn’t mind if we had. He offered me a stay-at-home role without working so that I could look after the children and attend to his needs. That didn’t bode well with me, so I stopped responding to his calls.
I met Charlotte a few months after returning to the Balkans. We accidentally bumped into each other at a coffee shop. She apologised for almost knocking me over and then mentioned that she was from Los Angeles. I told her about my time there, and our bond grew quickly.
She was a year younger than me, worked online and was single. We had a ball the first night that we went out and then decided to continue our escapades.
We spent a lot of time together and never went out by ourselves. It wasn’t necessary. We had each other for moral support.
She was supposed to stay in Eastern Europe for only two months before going to Asia, but she extended her stay because of our friendship.
The night we celebrated Charlotte’s fortieth birthday, we went to a new bar that had opened. When she went to the bathroom, a guy approached me.
“Hi, I’m Bogdan. I wanted to meet you,” he said.
I smiled and shook his hand.
He added, “I saw that you came with a friend, so I waited until you were alone.”
I didn’t read too much into his statement. But when I thought about it the following afternoon, I realised that he was apprehensive about approaching me because I had company. Putting myself in his shoes, I understood the anxiety he had about trying to entertain two women while attempting to attract me. It was easier for him to approach me when I was alone. That made me wonder about the opportunities I missed because my dream man was too nervous to approach me when I was with Charlotte.
Bogdan excused himself as soon as Charlotte returned from the bathroom.
We went out the following night. On a few occasions, I wondered if the man I wanted was checking me out but didn’t approach because of my companion. I tried to ignore those thoughts, but they kept gnawing at me.
On Friday night, we hadn’t made plans to go out. I figured that I would go out by myself to increase the likelihood of meeting a man. The mere thought of going out by myself terrified me. I wondered if men would think I’m desperate for being out by myself. I thought about how I would feel if nobody approached me and I stood alone the whole night.
While travelling the world, going out by myself was the only option, and I was young. It was a lot easier back then to roam the city by myself at night. Now, I had gotten used to Charlotte’s company. Going out with her spawned my comfort zone, which I didn’t want to step out of.
My nerves settled when Charlotte called me and told me about the new joint that had opened up. I was uncertain about which option was worse—staying at home on a Friday night or going out by myself. Thankfully, I didn’t have to subject myself to either scenario because of Charlotte.
We went out and had a great time. I thought about my dilemma only once throughout the night.
The following day, I thought about discussing the topic with Charlotte. I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t value our outings or friendship, but I was curious if she had considered that we kept each other single by going out together.
The desire to discuss the issue with her grew stronger. I knew I’d risk my friendship with her because people’s reactions are difficult to predict. She could think I’m suggesting that her social skills are not on par with mine. Maybe she’ll think that I believe she’s boring and I don’t enjoy her company. Oh, God. She’s going to hate me. I probably shouldn’t mention a word about this.
Besides, nothing’s stopping me from going out by myself. In fact, I’ll do just that tonight.
A few hours later, Charlotte messaged me. She asked about my Saturday night plans, and I said I wasn’t sure. After she insisted that we go out, I told her that I’d let her know if I had the desire for it.
I stepped out of my apartment at nine o’clock.
While walking around the city centre for an hour, I received a message. I swiped my screen down and saw a message from Charlotte, asking if I had decided about her proposal. I decided not to open the message so that she wouldn’t think that I was ignoring her.
I put my phone back into my purse and carried on walking.
A few minutes later, I felt a hand on my right shoulder. I turned to my right and saw a tall man with dark hair, smiling at me.
I smiled and stopped walking.
“I hope you don’t mind that I stopped you. I couldn’t resist telling you that your hair looks fantastic,” he said.
“Thank you. That’s so kind of you. I’m glad someone noticed.”
“Looks like you had the curls done recently.”
“I did, actually. Two days ago.”
“It looks amazing on you.”
“Thank you very much.”
He stuck his hand out and said, “I’m Jeffrey.”
“I’m Vallery.”
We spoke for a few minutes before Jeffrey suggested drinks on the hotel patio across the road. I accepted his invitation.
The conversation with him was delightful. He was a gentleman, but I didn’t feel a spark. And that’s fine. I’m not going to have a connection with every man I meet, but the goal is to keep meeting them.
“Would you have approached me if I were with a friend?” I asked.
Jeffrey smiled cheekily while looking down. He looked at me and said, “It would’ve been more intimidating. I don’t know. It’s always easier when a beautiful woman is by herself.”
I smiled, relieved that he confirmed my belief.
The following morning, I replied to Charlotte’s message, apologising that I had fallen asleep. She sent a smiling emoji and said that I could make it up to her next Friday.
On Thursday night, I went out by myself. Two men approached me. Both were polite, but neither of them were my type. I continued walking and eventually decided to have a cup of coffee at a popular cafe.
After serving me the coffee, the waiter said that I should be careful.
Surprised by his words, I asked, “Why?”
“You look stunning tonight. Your outfit and everything else are on point. Men are going to swarm you like bees on a hive.”
I smiled and so did he. What a wonderful compliment.
While sipping my coffee, I thought about the waiter’s comment and realised that he wouldn’t have said it if I had company.
I decided that going out by myself on most nights would significantly increase my chances of finding the love of my life. Once a week, I could go out with Charlotte for afternoon drinks.
On Friday afternoon, she called. I dreaded speaking to her because I knew where it would lead.
After we exchanged pleasantries, she said, “It feels like ages since we went out.”
Actually, we went out last Friday night, but I understand what she was referring to. I would’ve felt the same had I desired to go out with someone.
“I’m sure you feel the same,” she added, probably thinking that I wallowed in misery.
I thought about going out with her, but I knew that risking even one night of not meeting the man of my dreams could be disastrous for my future. I was at the age where I had to take advantage of each day.
“We could end up meeting some hot guys,” said Charlotte to convince me.
I chuckled. She wasn’t aware that I thought the chances of that outcome decreased if we went out together.
I remained silent, and she said, “Come on, Vallery. What’s gotten into you?”
I considered confessing for her own good, but I chickened out. “I’m a bit tired. Maybe it’s best if we do something on Sunday afternoon.”
“What? Sunday afternoon? There’s no hot guys on Sunday afternoon. They’re out tonight and tomorrow, on the hunt and looking for gorgeous girls like us. And we need to take full advantage of that.”
She was right, but a handsome hunter was much more likely to catch me if I were alone.
My persistent silence prompted her to ask, “What’s gotten into you, Vallery? Have I done something wrong?”
“No, not at all. It’s not you. I promise.”
“Okay, if it’s not me, then it’s something else. What is it?”
I knew that circumventing her question could be harmful. With time, she could grow to resent me and think that I’m holding something back out of spite.
“Charlotte, you know I think you’re amazing, and I love our friendship. We have so much fun when we go out. I don’t know what I would do without a friend like you.”
“Owww, Val. That’s so sweet. You know I feel the same.”
“Because I care so much about you, that’s the reason we need to have this discussion.”
“Okay. Sounds serious.”
“It actually is, but not in a bad way.”
“All right. What’s on your mind?”
“Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about us going out together at night and the impact that it has on our love lives. You want to get married and have children as much as I do.”
“Of course.”
“Great. I’m glad that we share those goals. But we won’t accomplish them by going out together.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Have you considered the possibility that when we go out, I’m keeping you away from the man of your dreams and you’re doing the exact same thing to me?”
“No, I would never do that to you. I want what’s best for you.”
“I know you wouldn’t do it intentionally, but that happens inherently when we’re out together and I know it because I’ve gone out a few nights by myself and made the comparisons.”
“You went out by yourself? So you didn’t fall asleep?”
“No, I’m sorry that I wasn’t honest with you. I thought I would give you the wrong impression if I told you I wanted to go out by myself. I love spending time with you, but I think we should do that when there’s less chance of the man we want approaching us.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Charlotte, when I went out by myself, quite a few men approached me. Most of them were nice. Sure, none of them were my type, but I met more guys by myself than when I was with you because it was less frightening for them to approach me when I was alone. Nothing personal. Please, don’t think I’m specifically talking about you. The outcome would’ve been the same if someone else were in your place. The point is that we need to stop cockblocking each other.”
“Cockblocking?”
I thought about the word that I used, and we burst into laughter simultaneously.
“Okay, maybe that’s not the best word to use, but you know what I mean.”
“You really think so?”
“I do, sweetie. I’m saying this for your good and mine. I’m preventing you from finding love and vice versa but only on Friday and Saturday night.”
Charlotte chuckled.
“Can we still be friends?” she asked.
“Of course, we’ll always be friends. I love hanging out with. We’re definitely meeting up on Sunday. But I need weekend nights to find my husband. Again, nothing personal. It’s in both of our interests to do this. I know going out alone is awkward, especially if nobody comes up to you. But you’re beautiful, Charlotte. And the man who wants you will approach if you give him the chance. But you won’t meet him if I’m in the way.”
“I never thought about it like that, Val. Those are some profound observations.”
“Thanks. I’m glad I came to those conclusions because I think they’re going to help us. If we had carried on the way we had, we would’ve had tremendous fun for the night, but then we would’ve wept the following day, wondering why we’re alone.”
“You’re right. But my anxiety is shooting through the roof just thinking about going out alone and putting myself out there.”
“Don’t let it overwhelm you. I’ll help you. We can go out together, and I can leave an hour later. We’ll take it one stop at a time until you acclimatise to being in a social situation by yourself. That’s not going to last long. When men see you by yourself, they’re going to attack like a pack of wolves.”
She snorted a laugh. “You really think so?”
“I do. It’s worth testing out my theory, right?”
“Absolutely.”