1 One.

"I just want to have s*x." I suddenly muttered causing Debbie to raise her head as she glanced at me baffled, probably wondering where that came from.

"Was your drink spiked? It can't be, I served it to you myself." She questioned, her brow furrowed.

"I am serious. I will be twenty-five in less than a week Debbs, and I am a virgin! Not that it is bad, but I am so curious about s*x! So curious that I find myself touching down there sometimes." I confessed with a sigh. It has never been this bad. I do get horny yes, but recently, it has become such a need. A need I really want to explore.

"Eew, and I took a donut from your hands, I ate the donut dammit!" She gagged and I could only stare at her as she acted out. "So you wanna have s*x?" I nodded. "With whom?" She raised a brow while I shrugged.

"Maybe I would go to a club, get drunk, and go home with whoever is down. I just want to stop being a virgin truly." I told her as I had no plans set out yet.

"Really? You must think you are in some soap opera where you get to sleep with a billionaire and wake up the next day next to him, then you try to rush out of the room because you are suddenly embarrassed, and he will be like, let's sign a contract. We pretend to be in a relationship in the public eye but of course I will have s*x with you every night because you are f*king sexy, and I can't stop myself, and of course you can live a life of luxury until we decide to put an end to the charade. Oh, and the best part, you two while banging each other soon realize you love one another and you confess your feelings to each other, living happily ever after." She ended her narration with her arms spread out while I wore a scowl.

"That hardly happens in soap operas, it is mostly in novels, and besides, the lady only gets drunk after discovering her best friend or stepsister is having a relationship with her fiance. Plus she will have a shitty family who won't ever support her. I have none of those. No boyfriend, no stepsister, no fucked up family, and you, you will rather kill the cheat of a boyfriend than to allow him stick it inside of you. So the plot doesn't fit." I snickered as I watched the curtain. "Besides, I am not looking for some Cinderella met her prince story, I just want to be with a man." I sighed.

'How do I get disvirgined?' I wondered.

"Whatever. But seriously girlfriend, s*x is fun, it is exciting, and addicting even for some. As much as I want you to experience it so we can talk about our crazy s*x life, I don't want you, and cannot let you go make some foolish mistake." I hate it when she gives me that look. "I have a great idea." I nodded waiting to hear her genius idea. "Instead of using your hands, because geez, I always make contact with them, I will gift you a good toy for your birthday. That will keep you satisfied till you find yourself a nice man for a relationship." She grinned happy with the solution she provided.

"Whatever." I dismissed biting my lips. I knew my next question might get me punched in the face but I still smiled as I looked at her, "Be honest Debbs, if we weren't friends, what would have been your honest thoughts about me?" I asked anticipating her response or her punch.

Debbie stayed quiet for a while as she only stared at me, "Where is that question coming from?" She calmly asked and I shrugged. It is coming from a place of doubt, a place of questions. When you walk down a street and only get stared at but never talked to, one can't help but to develop such doubts.

"I thought we were past this Zanny."