She saw Jon waiting for her on the front lawn of his parents house as she got out of the cab. She hurried towards him and he ushered her inside. His parents were away, so he had also been hanging out with friends earlier, and was just as drunk as she was. The perfect recipe for a messy night of fun.
He escorted her to the basement which was pretty decked out, actually. It had a finished, full bathroom, a nice little living room set up, and Jon’s bedroom was at the end of the hall. His bedroom was just as nice. Big enough for his own little living room area, with his bed up against the wall underneath a fairly large window for a basement.
As soon as he shut the door, they just went at it. He tore her coat off her and threw off her shirt, barely giving her a chance to undress him as he ripped his own shirt off and pushed her onto the bed. They made out intensely as their hands wandered ferociously all over each other’s bodies. She unzipped his pants and gave him a quick handy-j, but he was more interested in pleasing her.
He pulled her bottoms off and got her good and warmed up, to put it delicately. It felt amazing and she was loving every second of it. The foreplay went on for a while before he grabbed a condom and they started to have sex. Unsurprisingly, he couldn’t really get it up. Well, he could get it up, he couldn’t keep it up. Beer will do that. So, instead of letting that ruin the night, he just continued with the foreplay. Just on and on. Rough, messy, drunken, euphoric orgasms over and over again.
Eventually, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she begged him to stop. He collapsed beside her and they both settled to catch their breaths. She glanced over at the clock on the wall, 4:15am. Shit. She definitely had to get going. They cuddled for a little while until they had both fully come down from the high that amazing sex will give you (or amazing foreplay, same diff). She called a cab, which said would it would be at least 20 minutes, and got herself dressed.
As she stood there in her leggings and bra, looking for her shirt, Jon looked up at her from the edge of the bed and said, “you’re so fucking gorgeous!” He lunged towards her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her back on top of him as he lay back on the bed. They shared a passionate kiss but she had to stop it for fear of getting too worked up and missing her cab. She finished getting dressed and they went out to the living room area to watch for her ride out yet another large basement window. The cab was taking forever, and it was then that she started to feel dizzy. She was definitely still drunk, and was dreading the hangover she could feel looming over her.
They got to talking as they waited, discovering things about each other that people typically discuss before having sex. She never was one to follow the norm. As they waited and waited, Jon began getting worked up again. All of a sudden he sprung himself off his side of the couch, pushed her back into a more reclined position, shoved her coat up and lowered her pants just enough that he could go down on her again, fingering her as rough as he had when they were really in to it earlier. His mouth felt good, but she was definitely not warmed up enough for him to be ramming his fingers all up in there. As she was about to tell him to stop anyways, she saw the headlights from her cab shine through the window. She pushed him off as she jumped to her feet and fixed herself up. Both of them laughing at how they ended up.
He walked her out to the cab and kissed her goodbye. They both agreed that they’d be seeing each other again. She loved the fact that he lived so close to her. In no time, she was home, in bed, ready to sleep away the next day.
She slept all day Sunday, and went to work still hungover on Monday morning. As she lounged about in her bed on the Sunday, she had felt some mild discomfort in her downstairs area, but assumed it was just her body recuperating after her fun night with Jon. The Monday morning when she got up for work, it hurt a little bit when she peed. Again, though, she just thought it was the normal aftermath from Saturday. When she arrived at work, however, and had to sit in an office chair for 8hours, she became increasingly more uncomfortable.
She went to the bathroom with her cell phone, locked the door, and gave herself a wee li’l looksy. She couldn’t see anything, really, but she noticed she was a bit red and swollen. Again, she just thought it was normal after all the rough, orgasmic foreplay Jon had performed on her. She washed her hands and went back to her desk, assuming she’d feel better soon.
By the Tuesday, she had gone from mild discomfort, to full blown pain. She couldn’t pee without the sensation of hot, burning, fire, so she had to spread herself open and push out hard so her pee came out quickly and didn’t risk actually touching her. She couldn’t sit at her desk all day unless she adjusted her legs beneath her in just the right fashion. Then, of course, her legs fell asleep and she would have to suffer through the painful re-adjustments.
She was starting to spiral. Was this an STD? Did she have a UTI? Had he fingered her so hard and deep that he tore her cervix up or something? What the hell was going on down there that hurt so fucking much??
Whenever anything happens to her during a drunken stupor, she immediately feels a wave of guilt and shame. This is exactly what happened to her when she realized the pain she was feeling was more serious than originally thought. She told herself she was disgusting. That she was a dirty slut who had brought this on herself. Of course this happened to her. Nothing good ever comes from her getting drunk. She fell deeper and deeper into her shame, and didn’t tell anyone for fear of being looked down upon for yet another bad choice she had made.
Fortunately, when she wasn’t sitting or peeing, she felt nothing. This was a great relief because it allowed her to continue working out to get out her stress and frustrations. On the Wednesday night, as she was finishing her workout, she got a message from Jon asking how she’d been. She still hadn’t told anyone about this, so when he asked, she thought, what better person to confide this to?
She told him all about it and he was extremely apologetic. They concluded that it must have happened as they were waiting for her cab and he had tried to finger her again without really warming her up. She felt better now that she wasn’t in this situation alone, and Jon really was great about not making her feel dirty or gross. When the pain still hadn’t subsided by the Thursday morning, she placed a teary-eyed phone call to her doctor.
Her doctor had been seeing her since she was very young. Dr. Laura, we’ll call her. Not only had Dr. Laura known her for most of her life, she also treated her entire family. The thought of having to explain this to Dr. Laura made her want to crawl in to a hole and die. She knew she had no other choice, though.
The receptionist answered, and she couldn’t help but sob as she explained her situation. The receptionist, bless her heart, realized how urgent this was and scheduled her in for an emergency appointment that evening with the on call doctor. YES! She wouldn’t have to see Dr. Laura!
She raced over to her doctor’s office right after work. She was shown to an examination room almost immediately. Then, of course, it was like half an hour waiting in there for the on call doctor. When the doctor finally did come in, she was surprised at how young she was. Not only that, the on call doctor was waaayyy too peppy for her present state of mind. She cringed at the thought of having to show this lady her broken vagina, but really, what choice did she have?
The on call doctor had her lay back on the examination table, putting the soles of her feet together and opening her knees wide. With a light on her head and gloves on her hands, the on call doctor got all up in her business trying to see where the pain was coming from. A-ha! There it was! A small cut on her inner labia. Nothing a little vaseline to moisten the area couldn’t fix!
As soon as the on call doctor gave her the good news, she immediately broke down in like, hysterical tears. The wave of relief that had come over her was all consuming. She thanked the doctor and apologized for the awkward appointment, to which the doctor laughed and replied, “Next time, maybe try some lube?” She was mortified to think that this doctor thought she didn’t know the basics of sex, but she let it go and got herself dressed.
She went home and packed herself a little tupperware of vaseline so she could bring it to work to reapply as necessary. She also lathered herself in it that night. In a few days, she was back to normal. Pain free and ready to pee!
At that point, she had finally confided in one of he friends about this whole situation, and how shitty she felt about herself. Her friend was so supportive and made her realize that it wasn’t as bad as she was making it out to be. Shit happens, she didn’t need to keep punishing herself for it. She had gone and gotten it taken care of, and now she could move on.
She told herself she wasn’t going to let herself get in to another mess like that again (how many times had she said that in her life? 🙄) , so when she heard from Jon later that weekend, asking how she was feeling and if she’d be up to seeing him again, she agreed, but insisted they go on a real date. If she were to hook up with him again, she wanted to be sure she’d remember it and that she’d be fully aware of her actions. He agreed, and they set the date for the following Friday…
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