Photoshoots, I have no problem with them, they are what I do but today wasn't a day I was feeling particularly enthusiastic about them. Yves Saint Laurent, it was time to take pictures for the Fall/ Winter collection, it would be in stores in a matter of months, well July and that was only six weeks away. My dark sunglasses hid what was sure to be very obvious to the makeup artist and I knew it was going to be a long day. I shouldn't have partied so hard the previous night knowing what was on my schedule the next day but a party is one on a short list of things I can not resist. I sat down on a couch and Cory went off to find whomever it was I needed to see, I was an hour late but who cared, I certainly didn't at the time and frankly that was all that mattered. It was two o' clock in the afternoon, far too early for a photoshoot. Who could be expected to function this early after such a long night? I yawned as Cory walked towards me,
"Ok, makeup and hair is this way." I stood up and followed her into a smaller room and grunted when I was greeted. Today just wasn't the day, I took off my sunglasses and even I could see alot of work was going to be needed to hide my late night. My eyes were bloodshot, the bags were huge and I looked like hadn't slept in days. I glanced at the makeup artists and she never skipped a beat as she mixed together a facial cleanser.
We're doing the photoshoot for the Fall/ Winter collection and I'm naked. I learned a long time ago that sometimes fashion layouts make no sense. With a sheet barely covering the front of my naked body I looked over I lay in the bed and stared off into space as the photographer took my picture. Today's look was very clean face with smoky black eyes, no lipstick and color brought attention to the eyes and the pictures would be in black and white. Someone turned on the music and a Michael Jackson song filled the air. No thanks,
"Can you put something else on." The changed the dial and an old familiar song filled the air, it was Jump from Van Halen came on,
"Right there." Cory walked over beside Pter, the photographer,
"I got the flight reservation for the trip to Italy changed to what you wanted." I didn't say anything, I was working to keep the look Peter said was perfect but she knew I heard her. I was leaving for Milan in two days to do a runway show. Runway shows are my bread and butter, along with photoshoots it's where I make all my money so I'm constantly jumping from country to country walking up and down catwalks. Pete dropped the camera from his face,
"Ok, no sheet and sit on the window ledge with my back against t. I nodded and walked over, sitting with one leg hanging down,
"Perfect." I looked at the camera, but I could see Cory looking over her little electronic notebook thing, electronics are not my thing. She looked over at me,
"You'll be presenting at the MTV Movie Awards." I frowned slightly at her,
"Since when?" She held up her little gadget,
"Just got the message from Steven." I nodded, that was something I had never done before. Guess talking to Carson Daly at my Maxim party was a good idea.
"Ok, now look out the window." Peter directed as he walked closer to me. I looked out the window and down the New York block as he snapped pictures and saw the Backstreet Boys, well, a billboard with them on it. I wonder what happened with him and his little girlfriend and more than anything, I wonder why he hasn't called me. I was for sure he would have by now, it's been two weeks. Someone has never not called me and that fact that I gave him my number with a personal message was making me irritated. Then again, I wonder if he even got my message. I smirked and Peter called out,
"Perfect." His girlfriend probably didn't give it to him, probably never mentioned it. If someone like me gave my boyfriend her phone number I wouldn't give it to him either. Oh well. I dropped the sheet and raised my knees to my chest and placed my head on my knees as I drifted off into space wishing I could climb into bed and sleep.
Sitting at home alone, first time in a long time, I stopped at MSNBC to see a group of people arguing. Now, I admit the only reason I stopped was because the word sex was on the screen. They were debating the issue of virginity when one of the women said eighty percent of young women regret their first sexual encounter. My first sexual encounter was so long ago it seemed like a lifetime ago.
They were at her best friend Lindsey's house. Lindsey and her mom lived in a two bedroom apartment not too far from Brehan's house. She and Chad were in Lindsey's mom's bedroom sitting on his bed. Chad took her hand and placed it on his groin,
"I love you Brehan." She smiled and looked down at her hand on his groin, she didn't know what to say. For the past three weeks she had been holding him off but he was getting very frustrated and she didn't want to make him mad. He stood up before her and began to take his clothes off,
"Come on, get undressed." She nodded and once she was undressed he push her so she was sitting on the bed. He grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her towards him, directing her face to his cock, she had done this to him many times before. In his car, in the parking lot of the mall and McDonald's. In her backyard, in the park while he was standing before her and she was sitting on the swing. She looked up once she heard him moan and saw his head was hanging down, his eyes closed. Soon, he pulled her head away and pushed her down on her back as he pulled a condom out of his pocket. She watched as he put it on and once he was over her she held her breath. He didn't hesitate and pushed himself into her, she screamed and he stopped,
"You alright?" She was in pain, her friends told her it was going to hurt but she didn't know it would be so bad,
"It burns." He shook his head,
"It'll be alright." He lay his head in the crook of her neck and kept having sex to her as she held on.
I shook my head and sighed, I refused to believe that I should wait until I was married but I couldn't help it, most times I did regret losing my virginity so early and to someone who didn't give a damn about me. However, it helped to make me into the person I am and I definitely don't have any regrets about my current sex life.
Chapter 19
Reunited
Stories
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