Wednesday, August 27th 2014

'Have you a condom?'

The question cut through the haze of alcohol in Jack's head.

'Eh, yeah. Should do.'

'Get it then.'

Jack's fingers fumbled through his wallet, brushing over crumpled euro notes, a few coins, and his ID before finding the battered Durex tucked into one of the credit card slots. He bit off the edge of the blue seal with his teeth, his hands unsteady as he tossed his wallet to the floor.

'I pictured my first time being more romantic than a disabled toilet,' sighed Róisín, one of the girls in his year, as music from the hotel nightclub boomed down the hallway.

The chaos had died down from dinner earlier, and most of them were now polluting themselves with more alcohol on the dancefloor as some cheap country DJ pressed shuffle on his laptop.

'You took us here,' he protested.

'Have you done this before?' she asked, as he pulled his trousers down slightly. She was sitting on his lap while he sat on top of the toilet seat, so it was a bit of a struggle.

'Yeah,' he lied, 'have you?'

She shook her head, then kissed him again—sloppy, eager, tasting of Sambuca and something too sweet. Her hands were freezing against his skin, making him shiver.
The fact that she was a virgin too was a relief and a curse. It meant no expectations, but also that neither of them really knew what they were doing.

He didn't have high expectations either, he just knew it needed to happen before he officially left secondary school. He couldn't be an eighteen year old virgin.

He and Róisín had kissed a few times before. Always on nights out at eighteenths throughout the year and at their Grad, but things had never progressed to this point with her before, or anyone for that matter. But he was drunk enough to feel somewhat confident about it. He probably couldn't do this sober.

He caught his reflection in the mirror, his brown hair was ruffled and sweaty, his fringe clung to his forehead. His face was slightly sunburnt, and his nose had started to peel a bit. He could tell he was drunk, he always could when he caught his reflection and his eyes struggled to focus.

'But I want to,' she said, and guided his hand and the condom towards his crotch.

With difficulty, he put the condom on, as she caressed the side of his face with her hand and sucked on his neck. He liked that. He also liked that he'd probably have a hickey the following day as evidence of his encounter.

Every so often, the sensor light in the massive cubicle switched off, but would flicker back on when one of them waved their arm to trigger it. She had mounted him, and her red ankle-length dress was reefed up around her waist. Her heels were off, and her black lace pants were on the floor. Jack had only taken off his suit jacket, which restricted his movement, but otherwise was still mostly dressed.

'Is that nice?' she asked, continuing to kiss his neck as he gently guided himself inside her with his hand.

'Yeah,' he panted, as he felt her body tighten around his pelvis.

It was a weird feeling. Warm and moist, but good. He began gently thrusting, his hands around her waist to raise her up and down as she began moaning. Her hand slammed against the wall behind Jack's head for balance, as he gave a harder thrust. The sensation felt good.

'That alright?'

'Yeah,' she whimpered softly, already seemingly short of breath.

Jack could feel the alcohol coursing through his body, which made his body feel heavy and he fought to stay hard inside her. She could obviously sense it too, because every so often she would kiss his neck with more intensity, exhaling her hot breaths against his skin. Apart from the hum of the fluorescent light above, and their staggered breathing, they were mostly silent.

The light switched off again. He waved out his hand and it flickered to life again. The room was cold, white, almost clinical. It felt weird but cool that he wasn't losing his virginity in a bed. This would be a better story for Never Have I Ever.

'Are you alright?' she asked after a few moments of thrusting, taking the 'King of the Debs' crown off his head and placing it on hers with a smirk, kissing him again. He should be enjoying this. This was what he wanted. What he needed to happen. But why did it feel so... mechanical?

Porn made it seem so effortless. Fluid. Instead, his mind was a mess of thoughts, his body fighting against itself, struggling to stay present.

'Jaysus, I am fucked,' he admitted as their lips separated.

Not a lie.

She grasped his throat in her hand, firmly yet somehow also gently, and kissed him hard. He grabbed her around the waist, and continued to bounce her up and down rhythmically. She moaned again and slammed her hands against the wall again. He fought to up the intensity, and her moans got louder.

He wove his fingers through her hair, and gently clasped a handful in his fist, using it to steady her as she bounced.

'Oh God,' she exhaled, pressing her face against his neck and running her lips across it and then began to unbutton his shirt and kiss his bare chest.

He continued to thrust, and although he could maintain a steady pace, nothing seemed to be happening. He felt her thighs tighten again and his head lolled backwards with pleasure.

'Yeah,' he moaned, almost performatively.

The minutes seemed to drag out, although he was far too drunk to have a proper idea of how much time had passed. As she continued to explore his body with her hands, kissing his neck more intensely, the lights switched off again. His hand groped blindly for the light sensor, but instead, his fingers snagged onto something else. A thin red string.

He pulled it.

The moment the lights flickered back on, a deafening siren blared through the bathroom.

EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE ACTIVATED. STAFF EN ROUTE.

'Oh, for fuck's sake,' Róisín shrieked, scrambling off his lap like a cat escaping water, 'What's that?'

'Shite, I dunno,' he replied, 'an alarm maybe?'

'Feck.'

He lifted her off him quickly and got to his feet, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the toilet. It smelled weird.

'Quick, leg it before we're caught!'

Jack yanked his trousers up, stumbling as he nearly fell headfirst into the sink.

The alarm kept wailing.

'Go! GO!' Róisín screamed, wrestling her dress back down, heels clutched in one hand.

Jack bolted, his half-buttoned shirt flapping as he burst onto the dancefloor—just as the bouncer started striding toward the corridor.