I had no intentions of going there this morning. The bags under my eyes were a testament to last night’s failed endeavor to fall asleep. Nevertheless, the debriefing my rebellious side underwent caused the sudden shift in my attitude.
It went something like this: “If you don’t get your fat ass off this bed I will send satan to personally come and rip your body from these sheets with an exorcism. “ My rebellious side is clearly borderline crazy —or just really creative. It seemed to do the trick. I was out of bed within minutes, my mind reassuring me that I needed this and my body in complete acquiescence.
For what it’s worth, I had a plan. I’m no guru on the subject matter but if there’s one thing I learned in high school it is to always come prepared. I had to learn that the hard way—i.e running through the hallways in a desperate plea to find a sharpened #2 pencil before an exam. Or the time I showed up to gym sans gym attire and ran through the hallways in a desperate plea to find leggings. But enough about high school and my wild goose hunts. I’m in the real world now. This is the stage in my life where I’m supposed to be finding myself, experimenting, that sort of bullshit.
It was going to be my first time and I wanted it to be special. All my friends had done it already and although I was really late on the trend I was set out to make it worth my while. I waited this long and knew now was not the time to be picky. I made a few phone calls and chose the one I knew closest to my school. He said to be there 9:30 sharp. I had to be in school by 12, which left me T-minus 2.5 hours to get the deed done. The phone call seemed pretty degrading. Like working around his time slot wasn’t pathetic enough, he told me what to wear, what to bring, and what to eat and drink beforehand. He even suggested I come 20 minutes earlier to “get a tour of the place.”
I obeyed in complete submission.
I drank, I ate, I wore the sexy outfit, and I even took the time to freshen up with one of those natural body lotions they give out at Sephora. It was game time. I was ready.
I walked in feeling like a needle in a haystack. My face had Newbie written all over it. I was given a tour, slowly warming up to the vibrant atmosphere. I shyly walked into the room and took a seated position. The room reeked of sweat and I couldn’t help but wonder how many women have been in this room before me—how many men have been in this room before me. To my delight, it all felt really romantic. I was pleasantly surprised by the dimly lit room surrounding the flames of brightly lit candles. As things started to pick up and we were passed the foreplay, I was really starting to get into the groove of things. The music was pumping. My curly hair bobbing as I single handedly tried to wisp away the loose strands eating at my face. My eyes fixated on the mirror beside me, checking in to see if I was doing a good job.
I was going at my own pace; taking in the euphoric state my mind was thrown into. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and like an epidemic were quickly spreading across my entire body. In a daze of oblivion I unexpectedly took off most of my clothes, feeling empowered by this overwhelmingly sense of confidence. I never felt like I had to go the extra mile or do something completely out of my flexibility zone. I was in charge now.
I hadn’t realized how long we were going at it for till I was finally gasping for air. My hands were in agony from gripping so tightly. Some time between the panting and grunting I heard a faint, “I hope you enjoyed the ride. I hope your body’s feeling good right now.” By the end of it I was no longer excluded from this club I so desperately wanted to be a part of. When people ask me tomorrow why I’m walking like a penguin I can gloat in satisfaction. My body was writhing in pain. But I? I was no longer a SoulCycle virgin.
Writing prompt inspired by Clare Kane's piece on Man Reppeler titled, "Losing my virginity in a Parking Lot."http://www.manrepeller.com/2014/11/i-lost-my-virginity-in-a-parking-lot.html