I walked up to the house and knocked hard on the door. It was finally Valentine's Day, and I had gone to my parent's house to get dressed for my date on my way home from work. I was running late as it was and I hoped my parents were still there, because I'd forgotten the key to their house. I'd left my dress there so that I could surprise my besties with my new outfit.
After a few moments I went to knock again. Just before I could, the door swung open and my father appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in an undershirt and slacks, obviously in the middle of getting ready.
"Laurhys?" she began, "what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Hey Mommyyy! I'm just on the way to my date with besties but I left my dress here to change into." I explained. "Didn't Dad tell you?"
"I guess it slipped her mind. Come on in, princess." she said, motioning me in.
I was already in my 20s, but my mom still had pet names for me. I had to admit I'd always been a daddy's girl, and as a result we were very close. It was kind of embarrassing to be called "princess" all the time, but I loved my mom.
I walked in to the house, passing by my mother. I suddenly felt like she was staring at my face, but I brushed it off; she obviously wouldn't do that.
"So, you're not going to your date in that? You look really good already." she said, pointing towards my current apparel. I was wearing a blouse and a tight, grey skirt, as I had just come back from work. I was an associate at a medium sized law firm, and as a result I was always dressed for the courtroom.
"Well, my besties and I are going to a hotel this evening, actually, so I thought I'd spice things up and wear a really nice dress." I set my keys on the counter, noticing I had accidentally brought in the room key to our hotel suite. I set that down, too. "What are you and dad doing?
"We're actually going to a hotel tonight, too! We got a great deal for a one night suite, so we thought we'd take that. He's upstairs getting ready right now." My mom resumed getting ready, tying her sandal straps,
"Oh, I see. I hope you guys have fun! Anyway, mommy, I'm in kind of a hurry so I'm going to go get dressed. I'll be in my room." I didn't want to be late for my date.
"Okay, sweetie. Your father will still be getting ready for a while, but I have to stop at my office for something, so I'll be leaving in a bit. If you leave last make sure you lock up the house."
"Alright, mommy!" I said, walking towards my room.
I entered my room, picking up the outfit that I'd left on the bed a day earlier. My room was still exactly the same as it was when I lived with my parents during high school. They'd never had any desire to use it for something else, I guess. I held up my dress to my chest and turned towards the mirror on the wall, one I'd used for years all throughout my childhood. It was a thin black dress that was tight at the top and flowed loosely near the skirt. As an extra surprise for my the someone my bestie Celine since I knew she said she will set someone up to end my virginity, I'd gotten some lingerie, a lacy garter belt and bra, completely with the stockings and everything.
Realizing I would be late for my dinner I began to undress so I could get ready for the date. I unbuttoned my blouse and stripped off my skirt. I removed my bra and panties so I could put on the special lingerie. Before doing so, I decided to admire myself in the mirror.
At 25, I honestly felt like I looked great. I was very petite, only about 5'6, and I was just over 110 pounds. I exercised daily to make sure I kept in shape and took as best care of my body as I could. I had a thin waist and wide, shapely hips. I ran my hands over my hips and then turned to the side to admire my ass. It was perfectly round from yoga and squats, and I often found people staring at it when they thought I wasn't paying attention. I had perky, C-cup breasts which fit my frame perfectly. I lightly rubbed my breasts, enjoying my body. My besties and I hadn't had meet in almost a week, and I was getting a little frustrated. I couldn't wait for later tonight!
I snapped out of my trance and began to dress for the evening. I put on the lingerie and did a turn in the mirror, studying how it looked on my body. It made me feel incredibly sexy, and just a tad naughty for wearing it under my dress. I was definitely excited for my date. I zipped up my dress and went to the bathroom to touch up some of my makeup.
It took about 50 minutes to get everything finished, and soon I was almost ready to leave. As I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I heard the front door open and slam closed. I figured it must have been my mom leaving, as my father had left almost half an hour ago. I thought nothing of it and collected my things, heading to the front door. I picked my keys up off the counter and realized my hotel key was gone.
"Where could it have gone?" I said to myself, looking around in the kitchen. I was seriously going to be late, so I started to get a little frantic. I walked into the living room and found it sitting on the coffee table. "Strange," I thought to myself, "I swear I left it on the counter. Someone must have moved it." I put it out of my mind as I checked if I had everything I needed and stepped out the door, making sure to lock it.
I got in my car and started to drive to the hotel. It was one of the really big, fancy ones in the downtown area and I was actually really excited to see what it was like. Celine and I were going to have dinner and then spend the night in the suite, just the two of us. I pulled into the valet, leaving the car with him, and walked into the lobby.
I looked around for a minute, trying to find any possible men that my bestie Celine hire and paid to have a one night stand with me, when I heard my cell phone ring. I took it out of my purse, seeing that Celine was calling me.
"Hello?" I answered as I pressed the button.
"Hey Lau," she began, "I have some bad news."
I immediately stiffened. What now? It was Valentine's Day! "What happened, Celine?" I asked, hoping it wasn't anything important.
"Well, I got in a little wreck. I'm completely fine, but I'm gonna be late." she explained.
"Oh no! What happened? Are you sure you're okay?" I was disappointed that she'd be late but at least he was okay.
"Some guy rear ended me. I'm afraid it might take a while."
"How long?" I asked.
"I'll probably be like an hour late. I'm really sorry, Lau. I wish this hadn't happened."
"It's fine, Celine I'm just glad you're okay." I told him. Inside, however, I was pretty let down.
"Well anyway, I don't think I'll make it to the dining hall in time. You should just go up to our room and order some room service if you want it. You can get the champagne ready for us, at least!" she said, trying to make light of the situation.
"Okay. But how do I know which room we're in? I was waiting for you to show me."
"Oh, it's on the back of the key. It should have the floor and room number. You'll be able to find it. And I have someone waiting in your room to end you virgin days "
I turned the key around in my hand, seeing the room number. "Oh, alright. I found it. I'm gonna head up there now. I need a drink." I said, trailing off.
"Okay, Lau. Sorry again. I'll see you in an hour or so. Bye."
"Bye Celine." I said, ending the call.
I knew it wasn't his fault, but I was pretty mad that our evening was going to be cut short. "Today of all days, huh?" I thought to myself as I headed towards the elevator.
I found the suite and ordered some champagne before even taking the time to admire the room. I waited a few minutes before someone brought it up, already chilled. I set it on the table beside the bed and opened it, looking around at the room for the first time. It really was perfect. It was pretty big and decorated very nicely. I poured myself a glass of the champagne and started drinking.
I waited for about half an hour, drinking probably more than I should have. I'd finished about two thirds of the bottle of champagne before I started to get impatient, and a little drunk. I had never been able to hold my liquor very well. Another problem was that whenever I started to get drunk I got horny. That combined with my week without any sexual relief was getting me really bothered.
Suddenly I got the idea that I'd just skip everything else and go straight to the sex as soon as the someone my bestie paid got here. I was tired enough of waiting, and I didn't want to waste any time once she did arrive.
I started taking off my dress, cursing the fact that the someone my bestie paid to pop my cherry wouldn't even see it on me. "At least I have the lingerie," I thought to myself. I stripped down to my underwear and looked at myself in the mirror. I certainly hoped he would like it. I felt naughty waiting for him in the room with nothing but my bra and panties on. I turned off the lights and got on the large bed, waiting for the men my bestie paid to get a one night stand with me to arrive. I still sipped on some of the champagne and I was pretty noticeably drunk now.
Just as I began to get tired of waiting, I picked up my phone to see if there was any update. Just as I did, I heard the door open. Someone was finally here! "Hey baby." I said, setting my glass and phone down on the desk. He turned around and walked towards me.
This must be the someone Celine paid to end my virgin days, oh well. Im already 25 I guess its time for me feel this one night stand