It was Saturday afternoon, and Madison couldn’t wait to get home and call Reagan to tell her all about Friday night! Madison knew that her mother would be at the neighborhood park with her little brother, so the moment she bolted through the front door of their apartment, she made a beeline straight to her bedroom, and locked the door for extra security just in case her mom came home early. She kicked off her shoes, threw her overnight bag on the bed, propped herself on the cushioned window seat that overlooked Central Park, and called her best friend.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting by the phone all morning,” Reagan spat into the receiver the second she picked up the phone.
“Sorry. I just walked through the door.”
“So, how did it go? Tell me everything, and don’t leave out a single detail.”
“Thursday night, Ian called and asked me again if I would spend the night at his apartment Friday, and—”
“And obviously you said yes,” Madison butted in.
“Yeah, but first I needed an alibi, and when I told Ian that, he suggested I tell my mother I’d be spending the night with you. So that’s what I told her to get out of the house,” Madison said.
“Omigod!” Reagan shrieked. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were using me as your alibi? Suppose your mother had called here, and wanted to speak with you? That would have been disastrous!”
“I know; luckily she didn’t. I had every intention of calling you, but I got so caught up trying to decide what to bring to his apartment that I nearly stayed up half the night and then the other half of the night, I tossed and turned with anticipation. I didn’t get any sleep, so Friday at school I was a walking zombie, and totally forgot to tell you. Sorry,” Madison said.
“Okay, enough with the preliminaries. What happened when you got to the penthouse?” Reagan asked, ready to hear the juicy details.
“We drank as usual, except this time, instead of two pomegranate martinis, I had at least five. I was so tipsy, that by the time he carried me off to his bedroom, I was wasted.”
“You mean he literally picked you up and carried you into his bedroom, like in the movies?” Reagan asked, in awe.
Madison nodded her head up and down even though Reagan couldn’t see her, and said, “Yep.”
“Wow, how romantic! So, what happened next?”
“He laid me on the bed, got on top of me, and started kissing me, like there was no tomorrow.”
“So did you use the condoms that you bought?”
“No, I—”
“YOU DIDN’T USE ANY PROTECTION!” Reagan shrieked into the phone.
“Wait a minute; you didn’t give me a chance to finish. We didn’t use protection, because I passed out.”
“What do you mean, you passed out?”
“I mean that I got so drunk that I literally passed out while Ian was grinding on top of me! I guess it was a combination of too much alcohol and too little food. Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I had a massive hangover, and wasn’t in the mood to do much of anything except drink a pot of coffee, and eat a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. But we couldn’t have done anything if we had wanted to, because Ian’s maid had come into work early in the morning, and I surely wasn’t about to spread my legs while she was roaming around the penthouse,” Madison said.
“Wow, that’s some story! It’s not the story that I was expecting, but it was entertaining just the same.”
“Glad I could be your amusement this afternoon,” Madison said.
“Don’t get huffy with me because you passed out.”
“I’m not getting huffy; it’s just that I’m a little frustrated. I was really looking forward to losing my virginity, and finding out what all the hoopla is about. At the next photo shoot, I wanted to be able to chime in when the conversation turned to sex,” Madison said, sounding disappointed.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure Ian will be hounding you to stay over again. And next time, don’t forget to clue me in, if you’re going to use me as your alibi.”
“I won’t. Wait, I think I heard my mother and brother come in. Let me go before she overhears my conversation,” Madison said.
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
When Madison got off the phone, she began unpacking her overnight bag. She took out a sexy black negligee that she had bought at La Perla, a bottle of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue cologne, and the box of condoms that she had bought at the drug store. She opened her bottom dresser drawer, and stuffed everything in the back of the drawer except the perfume, which she put on top of the dresser.
Hopefully next time I’ll be able to break the seal on the condoms and put them to good use, Madison thought as she stared out the window and across the street into the park.