"Mom, I'm going to Sophia's!" I yelled down the stairs.
My mom walked to the bottom and said, "You spending the night?"
"Sure am," I replied as I stuffed my tank top and shorts into my
I pulled a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt on and ran down
the stairs. Sophia was a good friend that went to school with me.
She was a sophomore but mom had always liked her even though she
was a year older. Mom didn't know that Sophia had a wild side
that tended to come out on the Friday nights her parents were out
This was one of those Friday's.
I wasn't a big partier really, mainly just at Sophia's. It was
the only place I felt safe enough to party. My mom would never
call and question anything, her parent's would never come home
from their cabin up north, and I could sleep everything off the
next day with Soph.
Her house was only a few blocks away, like everything else in
this town, and once I got off our farm, the walk was short,
especially if I cut through Simon's back porch area.
Within minutes I was at her doorstep, I could faintly hear the
music coming from her gargantuan house. She kept her parties
small, about a hundred people, and quiet, so as not to attract
On her porch I shed my sweatpants and sweatshirt to reveal my
denim mini-skirt that barely covered my lacy red underwear and a
long sleeved, tight fitting, black v neck shirt. I was in my
signature black flip flops and I pulled my hair into a high pony
tail. I stuffed my old clothes into my duffel and hurried inside.
I had come at a good time; that was evident. The party had
probably been going on for an hour or so, so most people were
there, and everyone was loosened up enough to where I could just
I dropped my duffel bag in Sophia's back room, where I knew I'd
find it later, and entered her living room.
The room was a mixture of freshman and sophomores, with a few
juniors. Seniors had their own parties and Sophia was known as a
quieter partier, so most people skipped hers.
But the people that did come were familiar and I sat at her
kitchen bar next to her and Ty, a boy from my class.
"Lauren!" she shrieked, in her over-dramatic way, "You came!"
"Of course Soph. Hope you don't mind if I crash here tonight
She laughed, "No, of course not silly!"
I smiled and let her go back to flirting with Ty.
I made my way over to the refreshments table to see what she had
gotten for tonight.
Punch, definitely spiked, I thought, tasting the tangy sweetness
Beer, ewe, no thanks.
Ah, here we were my favourite. I poured myself a glass of wine
and made my way through the party.
I nodded 'hello' to many people, but finally, finally, I spotted
"Jayson!" I yelled over the thumping music.
He made his way over to me and hugged me tightly, "Hey there
We sat on her couch and talked. I found myself nervous to be
there with him and before I knew it he was asking if I wanted him
to refill my glass. I requested the punch and within minutes he
My mind was spinning with the room and Jayson's words were making
little sense two hours after we had been sitting there and two
glasses of punch later.
"I think I need to lie down," I stated, standing up.
I swaggered a bit, cursing my ability to easily get drunk, and
Jayson stood to help me up the stairs.
Up in one of Sophia's guest rooms, away from the people and the
noise, my head cleared a bit. I went to the bathroom and splashed
cold water on my face, then I checked the clock, one a.m.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where Jayson
was sitting casually on the bed.
"Feel better?" he asked.
I grunted and plopped down next to him on the bed. I buried my
face in the pillows and felt him shift his weight.
Suddenly, his hands were on my back, "Relax Lauren, you'll feel
better soon," he said as he massaged my back.
I sighed as his hands worked magic to clear my head.
Finally, when I felt much better, I turned so I was lying on my
back. He was looking down at me and smiled.
"Hey you," he said softly.
His easy-going, soft, sexy voice pushed me over the edge. I
grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on my, where my lips
hungrily found his.
His hands somehow easily slid up my shirt, I sighed softly as he
removed it and threw it on the floor. My hands were working at
his belt buckle and soon he was in his boxers.
Somewhere in the back of my head I saw my health teacher from
eighth grade standing in the classroom talking to us, "Parties
are when you are likely to have sex. When you are drunk and can't
make good decisions. Be aware of that, it's a fact you should all
know," I had laughed then, thinking that the day I was drunk at a
party would be a day when I was in my late twenties and I would
have nothing to worry about. But here I was, a year later, in
Except, I wasn't drunk, and this decision wasn't being made, it
was just happening. Plus, I loved Jayson. I knew I did. There
wasn't anything wrong with this, and who said we were going to be
But it was something that didn't need to be said, because during
my thinking process about health class and junior high Jayson had
removed my skirt and his shirt. A thin amount of material was all
that was keeping us from sex and a minute later; nothing.
The last thing I heard him say was, "I love you Lauren," and then
his body was against mine and I entered a world unknown to me
before that night.
In those few moments the only coherent thought I had was that
Jayson and I would never be the same, ever.