I didn’t know what to think. Sure, I headed out with the intention of taking some stranger home to bed that night. But Ben wasn’t really a stranger. I had to see him in and around town a bit, how would this work? Would it make future meetings awkward? Probably. Did I want sex? Yes.
“Really?” I said. I was going to stall so I could try and think a little bit more. The alcohol was clouding my mind and making me horny.
He just shrugged. I was trying to step away from my old self and not wonder if he did this often. Was I another notch in the belt? Why did I care if I was going to be another notch in his belt, when I wanted stranger sex not just a few hours ago.
Suddenly I decided I didn’t care and preferred to have the sex. Baby steps. Sex with a semi-stranger might be better than sex with a complete stranger.
“Let’s go,” I said. I think my answer surprised him, because he raised an eyebrow.
“Sure?” he said and put his beer down. He suddenly didn’t look so drunk as he looked in my eyes to see if I was telling the truth or not.
“Yup,” I said and picked up my keys before I changed my mind. “Race you back to my house.”
He grinned and followed me out the bar door. My hands felt sweaty and I suddenly felt like a 17 year old getting ready for sex for the first time again. It was only ten minutes later when I wondered what the fuck was I thinking?

