The blur went away after at least 5 minutes, but I then realized that during those five minutes, I had no recollection of what happened. I then looked up, and he was over me while I was lying on my back in the bed. He looked down at me, into my eyes, with a worried stare.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said, dazed and confused.

We were both completely naked, and it started to scare me. I then started to panic again until his left hand caressed my right cheek.

"It's okay. We didn't do anything yet."

How long was I out?" I blinked my eyes into focus.

"About five minutes," he said. You must be just as beautiful when you're drunk," chuckling at the end of his sentence.

"Let's not talk about that right now," I said. I really didn't want to get into the drunken story, especially at a time like this.

"No problem," he said, and he started kissing me again, only this time he started going further down my body. He had taken his glasses off while I was out, I'd just noticed.

Suddenly I felt the urge to say something.

"Stop." WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but I feel this is wrong."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," I said. I told him to stop because I realized he already had someone to make love to.

"I can't do this to you guys. I don't want you guys breaking up over something like this."

"I need to tell you something," he said.

"What is it?" I replied in a whisper.

"I've been single for a while now," he said.

"How long is a while?"

"A week," he replied.

"I don't get it. You break up with your girlfriend of three months only a week ago and now you wanna be my first? WHY?" I had a really puzzled/startled look on my face. The face a pastor may make when he finds out his child is gay.

"She broke up with me, she says, because I'm 'horrible in bed.'"

WHAT? Is she crazy? Now my face was that of a deer in headlights. Who breaks up with someone on the sole purpose of bad sex? I've heard of cheating, which is bad, but this is MIND-BLOWING!

All I could say was, "Are you kidding me?"

I then got up and off of the bed. I couldn't believe this was happening. SHE broke up with HIM! Because HE wasn't up to par under the sheets. How dumb can a person be? Especially if they're involved with someone, benefits included? I was FURIOUS.

This really set me off. "HOW DARE SHE?" I somewhat yelled and cried. But something stopped me from throwing on my clothes and hunting her down, from finding her and ringing her neck. I had just realized I was the one getting laid, today being special specifically because I was a virgin!

Anyways, I turned around, staring at him. He was laying on the bed naked, basking in sexiness. The feeling of luckiness settled back in, and that made me very horny.

"Well, it's her loss, and she's probably not even half as lucky as I am to be with you right now." I had to say something to make him feel better and to calm myself down. Besides, he just broke up with the bitch.

"Sorry about that," I said, lowering my head in shame. I didn't mean to get so out of hand.

"That's alright," he said. "You're not the only one that's felt that way."

"You're right," I said, with some confidence in my voice. I sat down on the bed, and he sat up, took his left hand and gently slid it up and down my arm. He was still warm; his soul felt the same through his touch. I was wondering if today was still my lucky day.

After pulling me backwards and kissing me oh so softly, I soon realized it still was.