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I feel the cool wind as I walk up to this local pub. I have never been to one of these before in my 18 years of life. There is a first time for everything though. This is my first time leaving my house since my fiancé' died. We were set to be married this year. After 2 years of being together, he died in a car crash. That's been 4 months since that happened.

I walk in and look around with my eyes. There are people sitting and in the back there are a bunch of men in Navy uniforms. I walk to the left and sit at the bar. The bartender asks me what I would like and I get a cherry coke.

As I sit there alone, just thinking about my life, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Then seconds later, the person sits next to me. I look and see that it's one of the men in uniform. I sit up a little straighter and smile politely at him. He smiles back and his smile is so great to look at.

"What is a pretty girl like you, doing by herself? Where is your boyfriend at?"

I feel myself blush a little. "I don't have a boyfriend."

He reaches his hand out to shake mine. "My name is Chandler."

I gladly take his hand. "Monica."

He nods slowly. "That's a lovely name." He looks at the drink that is sitting in my hand. "Wouldn't you rather have scotch? Or some beer?"

"I'm only 18." I tell him. I have never had a drink in my life.

"I can buy you one if you like."

I shrug my shoulders. "Sure. Why not?"

Chandler orders me a beer and before I know it, I have drunken a couple of them. When I start getting a little giggly and not acting like myself, I know that it's a good time for me to stop there. Chandler should stop too I think. Since we started drinking together tonight, he has gotten quite touchy with me. I don't know whether to like it or be offended.

Next thing I know, he's leaning over in his bar stool. He whispers into my ear. "Do you want to come to my place?"

I should say no. I really should. My parents are expecting me home soon and I barely know this man. "Yes." I tell him against my better judgment. He pays the bar tab. He takes my hand into his and leads me outside. We both drove here but neither of us are in any position to be driving anywhere tonight. So we call a cab to come and get us. Before I know it, we are at his apartment. It isn't too far from the pub actually.

"Have a seat." He tells me as he helps me take off my jacket.

I go sit on his beautiful white couch.

He comes over to sit with me, his hand resting on my leg. I look at him and notice how close he is right now. I can smell his cologne. I love the way it smells so I can't complain.

I slowly lean in. I suddenly want to know what it's like to kiss him. He meets me half way and our lips come together. We kiss for several seconds. My arms go around his neck and his arms go around my torso. Neither of us want to stop.

He leaves my lips and goes down my jaw and stopping on my neck. I let out a soft moan as I feel his lips on my neck. He moves to the other side, then back to my lips. He pulls away and looks at me in the eyes.

"Do you want to go to my room?" He whispers even though we are completely alone.

Playing with the nape of his neck, I nod my head. I know that if I was sober right now, I would be saying no. Actually, if I was sober right now, I wouldn't be at his apartment in the first place.

He leads me down the short hall and into his bedroom.

He doesn't turn his light all the way on but he dims it.

He leads me to his bed and I lay down against the many pillows that are on his bed. He carefully climbs on top of me and we start making out once again.

It doesn't take too long before our clothes are abandoned and onto the floor. Some of them actually make it to the hamper. As I feel him against me, I slightly shudder under him.

He stops kissing me and looks at me with wonder. "Have you done this before Monica?"

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. "No I haven't."

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks me.

I slowly reach up and touch his chest. "No keep going." This really must me the alcohol talking. I was waiting to do this for marriage. That is just something that I have always been taught was the right thing to do.

He smiles at me before continuing.

The next morning I wake up, to the sun shining brightly into the bedroom window. Freaking out a little bit, I scan the room. This bedroom looks very unfamiliar. When I look next to me, I see Chandler lying next to me. I now remember everything. Every little detail.

I carefully untangle myself from his arms and get out of bed. I look on the floor and in the hamper to find all of my clothes. I quickly get dressed before he wakes up and leave. I get a cab and go back to the pub to get my car.

My parents aren't going to be happy that I didn't come home last night.

Then again, I am 18 now so they can't stop me from staying out all night. Although, that really isn't the girl that I am.

I am so very much embarrassed about this situation. What happened last night was completely out of character for me. At least it was a one-time thing. I haven't even slept with anyone before and I will never have to see Chandler again.