Jamie Knight [Jamie Knight] - Revealing His Virgin

Its amazing how being born two minutes apart could make two people so different. I tend to think of myself as a people person. My twin, Samantha, is not. Its not that she doesnt like people, she just doesnt care about them. Samantha is the center of her own world and she prefers to be the center of everyone elses world as well.

Tonight was the perfect example. It was our friend Melissas twenty-first birthday and we were out on the town. Mel hates going out. Shes super shy. But Samantha was the one who made the plans for us, so we were doing what my twin wanted to do, not what the birthday girl wanted.

If it had been up to me, I would have had us go to a quiet restaurant, followed by a movie at one of our dorm rooms. That would have been the perfect plan because that is what Melissa likes and how do I know? Because I talk to people and ask them about themselves. Something that Samantha never does. In fact, she hardly ever shuts up about herself. To make matters worse, once we were out and it was obvious that Mel was having a bad time, Samantha didnt even care. All she could think about was herself.

I want to go. This place sucks, Becky.

I had been standing outside of the bathroom in a dance club for the last twenty minutes waiting for my twin. She was taking forever to fix her makeup. I was anxious to get back to our little group of friends and make sure Mel was relaxing or at least trying to have fun.

Samantha pulled at her skirt, trying to rearrange it somehow, and scowled at me. Besides, Melissa is just doing what she always does. Being socially awkward and unavailable, even at the coolest spots! She threw her arms up to indicate the dance club we were in. It was called Nova Rush and was very loud. We had to scream to talk.

We cant just go, I pointed out, this night is for Mel and her twenty-first birthday, not you, and whatever issue youre having!

My twin glared daggers at me. Its not whatever issue , Becky!

The fact that she didnt care at all about the birthday girl really bothered me. Listen! I got in her face, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back towards the others. Youve been being a bitch all night, and you need to chill the fuck out! This is Mels night, and shes having fun!

Samantha rolled her eyes and tried to pull her hand out of my grip. She didnt succeed.

Now that we were out and clubbing, all I wanted was for Mel to have fun. But she wasnt. The truth was that none of us were really having fun. Not even Samantha. And if Im going to be even more truthful, my twin not having fun was my fault.

Earlier, I brought her self-indulgent little world crashing down with one big lie and we had been fighting ever since. I wanted to feel good about my actions. Samantha needed a reality check. But I didnt feel good about it at all and things had only gotten worse since.

I cant believe you lost your virginity, Becky! I cant believe you got to experience that before me! she snapped at me, as Mel came up to us, and started to whisper about how uncomfortable she was. She headed to the exit and we followed. I bet youre lying about it, Samantha continued, ignoring the birthday girl. Just like the time you lied about getting Valentine's cards from every boy in our class in middle school!

She was right, I was lying. I was still a virgin, but there was no way I was going to admit that.

As my sister and I argued, we followed our friend group outside of Nova Rush and down the street. Britney had seen some outfit that she liked she was a fashion major and we went running after the woman who was wearing it. That strange ordeal leads us into a new club, but I was hardly paying attention. All I could think about was the lie that I told Samantha. The lie about losing my virginity.

It probably was one of the dumbest things I'd ever done. I told my sister, right before leaving to go out, that I had lost my virginity to Tyler, my gay best friend. Samantha had no idea that he was gay, of course. And it was an idea that Tyler and I had come up with together.
She always has to be first at everything, he had said this afternoon, not telling me something that I didn't already know.

Samantha was the firstborn, first to walk, and first to talk. In fact, I couldn't think of anything that she hadn't been first in.
I know, I had said to him. I just wish that there was some way that I could beat her at her own game.
Tyler, who had been laying on my bed with his legs up on the wall, sat up and snapped his fingers. I know what you could do, he had said, excitedly. You could tell her that I took your virginity.
I laughed, thinking about how ridiculous it would be if that happened.

Stop laughing, said Tyler, sounding hurt. Seriously, though. It would be perfect.
The more that I had started thinking about my twins face twisted up in a scowl at the news, the more that I had thought that it would be a great way for me to have one up on her.
And it had gone over perfectly at first. When I told Samantha, I thought steam was going to come out of her ears she was so angry. I had to admit that it was satisfying watching her get so distraught. I had to hide a smile that threatened to sneak across my lips and ruin the act.

But, as I stood in the new club Club Lush watching her drift away and ignore me, I realized how stupid of an idea it was. Who lies about losing their virginity, anyway? Thinking back on the idea, I regretted going through with it and wished that I could take it back.
Even though it had kind of made me feel good that I had won at something, it really didn't have much to do with her. It was more about Jason.
I had had a crush on Jason since the beginning year. I remembered sitting in the lunchroom watching him joke easily with his friends who sat hanging on his every word. We had several classes together and even recently got partnered up on a project, giving me the chance to talk to him more. The only thing that came of that was that he started telling me how much he liked Samantha. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised since just about all the boys like her more.

And now, because of that jealousy, I was a liar and fighting with my twin. But how could I admit to her what I had done? I was stuck and feeling awful.

My friends and I were shown to a booth by the owner of Club Lush, a woman who called herself Lady White. She was dressed in a Marilyn Monroe costume, sporting the infamous white dress and blonde bombshell wig. She wore it well despite her tall, lanky frame. She smiled at us and told us the rules for newcomers. It turned out that Club Lush was quite exclusive. If youre going to stay, ladies, if you desire to be our guests, you will need to participate in tonights festivities. Not just giggle or gawk.

It was at that point that I came out of my stupor and really looked around at the club. Members were hooking up on the dance floor. People were chained to walls or strapped to tables while other people in masks whipped them. The outfits were short or see-through and there was lots of leather. We were in a sex club.