virginity romance

There I am, naked, trying on this dang bridesmaid’s dress in the “women’s only dressing room” and in walks Ol Big “bleep” Jacob.
The same Jacob that deflowered me.

Once my face stopped turning two shades of tomato, I sharply told him where to stick his big ego.

He doesn’t deserve a second chance.
Or third, or fourth, or fifth…

But that cocky smile has a way of making panties spontaneously combust.
Well, these panties ain’t going anywhere.
At least, I hope not…