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Cora Carmack - Losing it

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Sick of being the only virgin among her friends, Bliss Edwards decides the best way to deal with the problem is to lose it as quickly and simply as possible - a one-night stand. But her plan turns out to be anything but simple when she freaks out and leaves a gorgeous guy alone and naked in her bed with an excuse that no one with half-a-brain would ever believe. And as if that werent embarrassing enough, when she arrives for her first class of her last college semester, she recognizes her new theatre professor. Shed left him naked in her bed about 8 hours earlier.

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LOSING IT

Cora Carmack

For Lindsay

My first reader.

Thank you for all the times youve listened to me vent.

Youve heard every mortifying story.

Youve been there through the awkward, the hilarious, and the near death experiences.

Stone love.

Chapter One

I took a deep breath.

You are awesome. I didnt quite believe it so I thought it again. Awesome. You are so awesome.

If my mother heard my thoughts, shed tell me that I needed to be humble, but humility had gotten me nowhere.

Bliss Edwards, you are a freaking catch.

So then how did I end up twenty-two years old, and the only person I knew who had never had sex? Somewhere between Saved by the Bell and Gossip Girl, it became unheard of for a girl to graduate college with her V-Card still in hand. And now I was standing in my room, regretting that Id gathered the courage to admit it to my friend Kelsey. She reacted like Id just told her I was hiding a tail underneath my A-line skirt. And I knew before her jaw even finished dropping that this was a terrible idea.

SERIOUSLY? Is it because of Jesus? Are you, like, saving yourself for him? Sex seemed simpler for Kelsey. She had the body of a Barbie and the sexually-charged brain of a teenage boy.

No, Kelsey, I said. It would be a little difficult to save myself for someone who died over two thousand years ago.

Kelsey whipped off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I must have made a face because she looked at me and laughed.

Relax, Princess Purity, Im just changing shirts. She stepped into my closet and started flipping through my clothes.

Why?

Because, Bliss, were going out to get you laid. She said the word laid with a curl of her tongue that reminded me of those late night commercials for those adult phone lines.

Jesus, Kelsey.

She pulled out a shirt that was snug on me, and would be downright scandalous on her curvy frame.

What? You said it wasnt about him.

I resisted the urge to slam my palm into my forehead.

Its not, I dont think I mean, I go to church and all, well, sometimes. I just I dont know. Ive never been that interested.

She paused with her new shirt halfway over her head.

Never interested? In guys? Are you gay?

I once overheard my mother, who couldnt understand why I was about to graduate college without a ring on my finger, ask my father the same question.

No Kelsey, Im not gay, so keep putting your shirt on. No need to fall on your sexual sword for me.

If youre not gay and its not about Jesus, then its just a matter of finding the right guy, or should I say the right sexual sword.

I rolled my eyes. Gee? Is that all? Find the right guy? Why didnt someone tell me sooner?

She pulled her blonde hair back into a high ponytail, which somehow drew even more attention to her chest. I dont mean the right guy to marry, honey. I mean the right guy to get your blood pumping. To make you turn off your analytical, judgmental, hyperactive brain and think with your body instead.

Bodies cant think.

SEE! She said. Analytical. Judgmental.

Fine! Fine. Which bar tonight?

Stumble Inn, of course.

I groaned. Classy.

What? Kelsey looked at me like I was missing the answer to a really obvious question. Its a good bar. More importantly, its a bar that guys like. And since we do like guys, its a bar we like.

It could be worse. She could be taking me to a club.

Fine. Lets go. I stood, and headed for the curtain that separated my bedroom from the rest of my loft apartment.

WHOA! Whoa. She grabbed my elbow and pulled me so hard that I fell back on my bed. You cant go like that.

I looked down at my outfitflowery A-line skirt and simple tank that showed a decent amount of cleavage. I looked cute. I could totally pick up a guy in this maybe.

I dont see the problem, I said.

She rolled her eyes, and I felt like a child. I hated feeling like a child, and I pretty much always did when talk turned to sex.

Kelsey said, Honey, right now you look like someones adorable little sister. No guy wants to screw his little sister. And if he does, you dont want to be near him.

Yep, definitely felt like a child. Point taken.

Hmm sounds like youre practicing turning off that overactive brain of yours. Good job. Now stand there and let me work my magic.

And by magic, she meant torture.

After vetoing three shirts that made me feel like a prostitute, some pants that were more like leggings, and a skirt so short it threatened to show the world my hoo-hoo in the event of a mild breeze, we settled on some tight low-rise denim capris, and a lacy black tank that stood out in contrast to my pale white skin.

Legs shaved?

I nodded.

Other things shaved?

As much as they are ever going to be yes, now move on. That was where I drew the line of this conversation.

She grinned, but didnt argue. Fine. Fine. Condoms?

In my purse.

Brain?

Turned off. Or well dialed down, anyway.

Excellent. I think were ready.

I wasnt ready. Not at all.

There was a reason I hadnt had sex yet, and now I knew it. I was a control freak. It was why I had done so well in school my entire life. It made me a great stage managerno one could run a theatre rehearsal like I could. And when I did get up the nerve to actI was always more prepared than any other actor in class. But sex that was the opposite of control. There were emotions, and attraction, and that pesky other person that just had to be involved. Not my idea of fun.

Youre thinking too much, Kelsey said.

Better than not thinking enough.

Not tonight its not, she said.

I turned up the volume of Kelseys IPod as soon as we got in the car so that I could think in peace.

I could do this. It was just a problem that needed to be solved, an item that needed to be checked off my to-do list.

It was that simple.

Simple.

Keep it simple.

We pulled up outside the bar several minutes later, and the night felt anything, but simple. My pants felt too tight, my shirt too low-cut, and my brain too clouded. I wanted to throw up.

I didnt want to be a virgin. That much I knew. I didnt want to feel like the immature prude who knew nothing about sex. I hated not knowing things. The trouble was as much as I didnt want to be a virgin, I also didnt want to have sex.

The conundrum of all conundrums. Why couldnt this be one of those square is a rectangle, but rectangle is not always a square kind of things?

Kelsey was standing outside my door, her high-heeled shoes snapping in time with her fingers as she roused me out of the car. I squared my shoulders, tossed my hair (half-heartedly), and followed Kelsey into the bar.

I made a beeline straight to the bar, wiggled myself onto a stool, and waved down the bartender.

He was a possibility. Blond hair, average build, nice face. Nothing special, but certainly not out of the question. He could be good for simple.

What can I get for yall, ladies?

Southern accent. Definitely a homegrown kind of boy.

Kelsey butted in, We need two shots of tequila to start.

Make it four, I croaked.

He whistled, and his eyes met mine. That kinda night, huh?

I wasnt ready to put into words what kind of night this was. So I just said, Im looking for some liquid courage.

And Id be glad to help. He winked at me, and he was barely out of earshot before Kelsey bounced in her seat, saying, Hes the one! Hes the one!

Her words made me feel like I was on a roller coaster, like the world had just dropped and all my organs were playing catch up. I just needed more time to adjust. Thats it. I grabbed Kelseys shoulder, and forced her to still. Chill, Kels. Youre like a freaking Chihuahua.

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