My first and long-time girlfriend had broke up with me about two months before it happened… we had never went all the way, although by the end of our relationship we were getting much closer. She had broken up with me, and though I had always been a moral person, I was left wanting to ease the pain, and possibly curb the depression the breakup caused me, by doing something wholly unlike me. In short, I wanted to get laid without it meaning anything and without caring about the other person. That is an exaggerated view of how I see so many “relationships” these days. People don’t care much about people they’re intimate with any more.
A guy at my work that was sort of like a “mentor”, you could say, told me that he was going out to Los Angeles with some people and that they were going to Las Vegas for a weekend out there, too. I won’t get into the unlikely series of events that ended with me going along, but suffice to say, believing in fate, I had gotten the feeling that I was on my way out there for some significant reason. Irrationally and immaturely, I reasoned that maybe I’d meet someone. I should’ve reasoned more. Or, at least, more accurately.
The first night there pretty much sucked, not being old enough to do much of anything. On the day, three of the guys I was there with and I decided to go down to the hot tub. We were staying at the Las Vegas Hilton, and the hot tub and pool were on the roof of the casino area. The Pool was pretty good sized and the hot tub was in a gazebo with a wood fence about four feet tall around it. We went down and were walking towards the hot tub when three women were just getting out. One of my friends held a really brief dialogue with them before they walked over to sunbathe by the pool. They appeared very close to his age. He 5 and the other two guys I was with were somewhere around there too, though maybe slightly younger. We stayed in the hot tub for a while before deciding to prepare to hit the strip that night.
I am not the conversationalist in many groups. I’m downright shy 95% of the time. But I had decided to force myself into being more assertive and brave on vacation. So when my friend went over to talk to the women, I went with him while the other two guys went up to the room. We talked a bit with them and they told us what they were planning on doing and where they were planning to go that night. We told them our plans (basically NOTHING) and told them we’d try to look for them a couple places that they said they’d be. Well, we spent all evening and night out on the town. We looked for them a couple places but never saw them. The guys were still tired from the night before and nothing seemed to be happening, so they were all going back to the hotel by about 1 a.m. I didn’t really want to go back, so I went by myself around the area a bit before giving up on anything to do (especially for someone 19 years old!) and retiring to our hotel. I was walking through the lobby of the hotel, which flows into the casino area of the hotel, and I saw the girls we had met just ahead of me. Carrying a general feeling that the weekend was a bust, I was going to just pass by them, but then one of them (the one I had talked most directly with at the pool and the one I considered the most attractive) caught eyes with me, and so I stopped and said hi. I told them I was just on my way upstairs to go to bed when the one I caught eyes with (I’ll refer to her as “Sarah”- not to hide her real identity, mind you… I only heard her name once- at the pool- and I don’t remember it!) said she was going to her room. I told her we could share an elevator. So we walked over to the elevators and I asked her what she had ended up doing that night and making small talk. It became obvious pretty quick that she had been drinking. She wasn’t smashed or anything, but she sure wasn’t sober. Her room was on the 13th floor, mine was on the 27th. When the elevator got to the 13th floor, I got out with her and walked with her towards her room. About the time we got down the long hall to it, she finally said, “I thought your room was up on the 27th floor” to which I replied that I just wanted to make sure she got in alright and everything. She kinda giggled and told me that I could come in and crash if I really wanted to. I told her I would come in for a bit (I had to be up o’clock to get to the airport). We were really having a good talk about things, getting more and more personal and feeling really at ease (I seemingly always do, I suspect she only did because of the alcohol). I asked her jokingly about not having met anyone at Club Rio, where they had spent most of the night, and she acted most dismayed that she hadn’t met anyone. She said that her friends had pulled her off to Vegas to let loose and that she hadn’t met anyone in the two days they had been there (which is a long time in Vegas!). By then we were standing by the window looking out over the city. My mind screamed not to do what I did next, realizing how corny it would sound, but I did it anyway. I said, “Maybe you just don’t know it” as I put my arm around her. We turned out heads to meet each other’s eyes, and it took about two s to realize we wanted the same thing. We started kissing, slowly at first, but quickly moving along. I think we both wanted the same thing and so didn’t exactly take our time. Within minutes we were both naked, still standing. Finally, I sat back on the bed, and she straddled me and then lowered herself onto me. I played with her tits and watched her rise and fall on me. It lasted for some time, until I came, and very soonafter, she did as well.
For those of you keeping score, I regret having done any of that. Looking back, I know that I didn’t mean anything to her besides the fact that she planned on getting laid that weekend. In all reality, I think she was rather hurt that it was me later. In the lobby the next morning with her friends, she didn’t so much as acknowledge me, except to wave and quickly turn away. I know that so many guys would be happy with getting laid and say that it doesn’t matter so long as it happened, but I know I was just hurt that my girlfriend had broken up with me and wanted to feel wanted. So just be careful that you’re doing it for the right reasons. And by the right reasons, I just mean whatever reasons are important to you.
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