. "Alexis! Are you ready for the concert?" yelled my friend Mark. "Yeah! Sure, just one second!" I said, applying my lipstick. I checked myself out in... the mirror, pulling my pink hot pants down slightly, so they just cover my ass cheeks. My black bra showed threw my white top, so grudgingly, I decided to take off my bra, leaving my 34C breasts under my top. "ALEXIS WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" shouted Mark, just as I ran out of my room and down the stairs, my heels almost making me trip over.. “Where have you been? Haven’t heard from you for days. Is everything alright?” read his Whatsapp message. I really didn’t know what to reply. I just stared at my phone.Suddenly the doorbell rang. I got up, put on some clothes, and went towards the door. As I saw through the peephole that it was Sreekanth, I gulped. I felt like I couldn’t face him. But I couldn’t make him wait outside either. As I opened the door, he beamed a smile of relief and hugged me tightly.“I was beginning to worry about. Obviously it was Jyothi’s choice but I was in love with the dress. I bought some matching footwear as well. Once shopping was done, we had dinner and I was dropped off at home. The next day, we all took a half day off. The girls and I went to the parlour to do ourselves up and pamper ourselves for a bit. We all went to Athira’s house (my other team mate) and started getting ready for work. Athira’s parents were really friendly and made me feel immediately at home. The party was due to start at. I just was most definitely not one of them. About the man thing, I wasn’t a virgin when this tale started. No, I’d had sex twice. The first time was my 18th birthday, up against a kitchen counter with a 31-year old married cousin, which lasted about 30 seconds. The second was a drunken one-night stand with an ugly middle-aged Arab guy who picked me up in a pub. The only thing I know about him is his first name, and that was probably a lie. So that was it — two random fucks in the12 years since.