Rentyre

You sigh. Not a sigh of disappointment, but a sigh of accomplishment. This entire night has been awesome. The brunette whose name you never did catch was the first of many magical moments. Sex is a lot more casual and fun this way. You don't have to wait for the right moment, you just do it, without a second thought.

After a few screw-and-go's, you met some other woman at the bar, and went at it more slowly. The two of you even slept in the same bed after you were done.

Well, you did, at least. She seems to have already gotten up, taken her things, and left. You fling the sheets off of your naked body, almost proud to do so. Getting out of bed, you begin picking your clothes off the floor and putting them on. Once you've secured your pants, you shove your arms into the sleeves of your shirt. You get ready to button it, but pause. A phone-number, written in sharpie, is scrawled across your chest. You raise a hand in reflex to try and smudge it, but you think better of it.

The number probably won't even dial the right girl, but that's not the point. It's your first phone number. It's like a trophy!

Still, it's almost seven o'clock. Time to head back to Reggie's apartment and prepare for the return process. The return trip is uneventful, and you soon find yourself staring at the familiar beige walls.