What if...we hadn't had sex? // Self
Lola woke up the next morning after the disastrous party that ended with her finding some guy jacking off. Everything felt too normal though minus the acute headache she felt nothing was different. She didn't really like the feeling that something insanely different was missing. Somehow, someway, she felt she'd screwed up her future. She felt like something was supposed to happen last night starting with the guy she'd met on the couch. He'd seemed nice enough, and maybe, just maybe, she'd have to talk to him again soon.
However, something stuck her as odd about him, and the night before in general. It was weird how she'd met him, especially considering she'd never really seen someone's dick before, but that wasn't what was bothering her. She felt like something was supposed to happen between the two of them. Something extraordinary. She felt like a piece of her was missing and would never be recovered. It was an odd sensation and not one she was comfortable with, not at all. Chewing her lip, she climbed out of her bed looking over at her roommate. Something was off about this whole situation and she wanted it fixed now, but she had no idea how to fix it, so she stood there contemplating the events of the night before and how exactly had something gone 'wrong'.
She sighed pulling her hair back into it's customary braid and headed out for a run so maybe, just maybe she could clear her head.