Wendy and I entered the place and slowly took in our surroundings. At first glance you would've thought I was like every other girl there, some slut looking for a good time. That's what I liked in a way. I didn't have to be myself. Not shy and timid and afraid. Being around Wendy gave me confidence. She was the type of person who if was in a situation where she had no control over anything, she'd still pretend to act like she was incharge and running the show. Although if you talk to any of my elementary school friends about me, they'll definitely say I was always hiding my wild side. Even though we have never been at this particular place before, it was familiar cause we've been to so many of these joints. There was a long bar stretching along the right side of the wall and some tables and chairs tucked away against the left wall. A pool table was in the middle with a bunch of rowdy guys surrounding it and beyond that a dance floor.

"Under 21?" The scruffy looking bouncer at the door stopped us. There was no sense in lying. We both nodded and he stamped our hand. I always hated that part, it felt so humiliating being branded to not drink. Even though in a place like this it didn't matter, it still bugs me. Wendy and I headed straight for the bar. As we made our way through the crowd to try and squeeze our way near enough to the bar to shout an order, I noticed through the darkness the stamp was glowing a neon green under the UV light. I quickly put my hand down at my side, just in case. The truth was the bartenders don't ask, you don't tell- unless you're a freaking idiot. The music, which was hip hop and regatone- not my favorites, pounded in our ears. We moved to the back of the place on the dance floor. There were guys lurking about, as if stalking prey. The girls were displaying the goods. A site like this would've made the old me sick, but the new me wanted badly to be a part of it.

Coke and rum- a beer- Jack Daniel's- something with Malibu- long island icetea- shot of vodka- don't remember- forget- don't remember- forget- another shot of vodka- um...? Repeat.
That was basically the night in a nutshell. In between was dancing with whoever wanted to and making out with whoever wanted to. Time flies by pretty fast. I remember Clyde coming up to us saying he has to bail on us to take Butters home. The kid was a one beer queer and was going dead down. We should've went with them.
Wendy convinced me otherwise,
"They are drunk so they shouldn't be driving and I am NOT leaving this early and we can just call a cab later. It'll be easier and better. I'm having too much fun!" She did have a point, it wouldn't have been a good idea for them to drive us home drunk, but in retrospect they did get home safe. I could've used that safe ride.
His name I remember because I told myself: Drunk people can't ever remember names the next day and I was going to prove that wrong. So did I remember the next day? Not exactly. I cheated by looking at the name I put with the new number in my phone. I couldn't tell you how on earth it got there.
It had to be around three A.M. Wendy and I stepped outside for some air. The night air was refreshing compared to inside where we were being smothered by the heavy smell of sweat, puke and cigarettes. I embraced the cool air that surrounded my body and that's when I saw him leaning against the brick, puffing away at a stick of fire. I hate smoking. I think it's disgusting. I walked right up to him and began to talk. Next thing I know the conversation took a turn such as this:

"You have a tongue ring?" I slurred.

"Yea, I just told you that before."

"No way, let me see!" I got way too excited as if I've never met someone with a tongue ring before.

This was followed by me grabbing his face and sticking my tongue in his mouth, which he didn't seem to mind at all. I hate tongue rings. I think they are gross.
Wendy had preoccupied herself with a tall, lanky, very white fellow. Where was I going now? Oh, to his car. I never told you his name. It was Dante. I didn't figure it out at the time cause I couldn't think clearly, but when I asked him to buy me a drink he said, I have drinks in the car." On our way through the parking lot I kept glancing back and seeing flashes of Wendy's black hair trying to follow us. She kept shouting, "Where are you going!" But we were too far ahead and I couldn't form words to answer.

In the car he was on top of me. Kissing my neck and feeling me up under my shirt. I guess him telling me that the car was his own, stood as true as the drinks being there. We were interrupted when two guys, I assumed were his friends, tapped on the glass.

"Motherfuckers!" He yelled.

They somehow got the door open and dragged him out. I quickly shuffled out on my own to avoid being handled. Dante got up and brushed himself off. Without a word he grabbed my arm and we started walking towards a near by park. I, not knowing the neighborhood had no clue this place existed. As we walked I put my hands down his pockets. I found the whole thing at the time hilarious and couldn't stop laughing. Trust me- I do look back and ask myself: What the hell?

A park bench. That's where he climbed back on top of me. It started to drizzle. It wasn't a cold heavy rain. It was a light dewy warm rain that you'd go for a walk in during a summer evening. The kind I enjoyed. I was more focused on that then anything else. I barely noticed when he pulled down my plaid mini skirt. With my bare ass touching the bench, he asked,

"You want to?"

Hmmmmm did I give the impression that I wasn't a virgin? Yes you say? Well oops my
bad. And shame on you for judging me! Just kidding. So far I am for your information. Wendy is the one who is a whore- I still love her though. I don't mind fooling around with a guy, but I do want to save myself... that is I did. Of course what should've been going through my mind wasn't and instead all I could think was, wow. Someone is willing to have sex with me. I better get it over with now so I don't die a virgin. And that's what took place on a park bench.
Was it pleasurable? No. Did it hurt like hell? Yes. Is that what I expected? Half yes and half no. All I basically did was lie there and laugh. Yeah, I was laughing like crazy because I just couldn't believe this was happening to me. I rather felt like I was watching it happen to someone else. Even still, to this day, I don't understand what I found so funny.