Chapter 2 The Sex Bucket List

• The drive home was peaceful. I gazed out the window, taking in the scenery of the ever-bustling city as we drove through the night.
• The buildings lining the road blurred past, a soft sigh leaving my lips as the evening breeze combed through my curls. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over the landscape.
• I tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I stole a glance at Caspian, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his face, highlighting his perfect features. His hair, a tousled mess of dark waves, framed his face perfectly, giving him a slightly unkempt but effortlessly handsome look. His eyes were a striking shade of blue, like the depths of the ocean on a clear day, and they seemed to sparkle with an inner light. His smile was warm and inviting, with a dimple appearing on his left cheek when he grinned. His features were strong yet gentle, creating a captivating combination that drew me in every time I looked at him.
• My heart skips a beat when he catches me staring, and I whip my head forward, my cheeks bursting into scarlet as I hear his amused chuckle.
• “Get yourself together Aurelia,” I mutter to myself, returning my gaze to the window as I anxiously pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
• My apartment building comes into view, and Caspian parks his car in the driveway. “Thank you.” I began with a genuine smile, breaking the silence and he dismissed me with a casual wave of his hand. “It's nothing, what are friends for?”
• I felt an ache in my chest as he tagged me as his friend, and although I was flattered, I wanted more. I took a deep breath, nervously fidgeting with the hem of my sweater as Caspian turned off the car engine. "Um, Caspian, would you... uh, like to come in for a bit?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
• He turned to me, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Sure, if you need anything. What's up?"
• My heart raced as panic gripped me. "Oh, I, uh, just needed you to check one of my pipes. It's been acting up, and, um, you're good with that sort of thing, right?" I blurted out, mentally kicking myself for my awkwardness.
• Caspian chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, I can take a look."
• As we entered my apartment, my nerves threatened to overwhelm me. I led Caspian to the bathroom, where the troublesome pipe awaited inspection. As he got to work, I tried to muster up the courage to confess my feelings, but each time I opened my mouth, my words failed me.
• After a few minutes, Caspian straightened up and turned to me with a grin. "Well, good news, there's nothing wrong with the pipe. Seems like it just needed a little tightening."
• My heart sank, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, um, great. Thanks for checking."
• Caspian chuckled, patting my shoulder. "No problem. So, anything else you need?"
• The gears in my head begin to spin as I desperately searched for a way to salvage the situation. "Uh, well, we could, um, watch a movie or something? I mean, if you're not in a hurry," I stammered, my voice trailing off uncertainly.
• Caspian smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "As tempting as that sounds, I've got an early start tomorrow. Rain check?" And with that, he had already shut the window of opportunity, leaving no room for any further advances.
• I forced a smile. "Yeah, of course. Thanks for coming over, Caspian."
• He ruffled my hair playfully. "Anytime, Aurelia. Goodnight."
• “Goodnight Caspian,” I replied, my voice coming out a little too high as I worked to mask my sadness.
• As he made his way to the door, I watched him go, a mixture of disappointment and relief flooding me. Once he was gone, I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands.
• "Well, that couldn't have gone any worse," I muttered to myself, mentally kicking myself for my missing such a good chance.
• “Fuck !” Overwhelmed by frustration, I cursed out loud, not caring if I wake the neighbors groaned into the couch.
• I'm soon greeted by the calming purr of my cat, Chelsea. The Turkish Angora struts towards me in a graceful stride, her tail snaking around my feet as she rubs her nose against my legs. My heart warmed at the cute gesture, and I crouched down to her eye level, earning a satisfied purr as I ran my hands through her shiny white fur.
• “Tonight wasn't the night Chelsea,” I tell her solemnly, and as if sensing my sadness, Chelsea tilts her head to the side, her blue eyes shining with curiosity. “I'm going to die a virgin at this rate.”
• After a long well-needed bath, I sat in the darkness of my bedroom. Chelsea slept peacefully in the corner of my desk, her breathing soft and calm.
• My hands soothe her fur as I go through my current designs, the light emitting from my laptop screen illuminating my features. Working served as a perfection distraction for me to forget my worries, if not I would continue to wallow in self pity at my failed attempt to kick things of with my crush.
• Now I was dressed in my comfy pajamas, my curly ginger hair wrung into a messy bun on top of my head. The loose tendrils framed my face as I pressed a thoughtful finger over my lips, my gray pupils thinning at the small message box that had just popped up on my screen.
• Out of sheer curiosity, I clicked on it and a new tab opened, causing my brows to furrow in confusion as I read through its content.
• My attention was immediately drawn to the question that displayed on the screen
• “Are you a virgin?”
• *If yes; then would you like to play a game?*
• It was a survey site, and the options laid out had me cursing at the universe at the cruel irony of it.
• The site laid out sexual-related questions, and the reward for each survey was to determine your sexual preferences, kinks, and so on.
• It was a painful reminder of my pathetic lapse in that aspect. As a child, I was never deemed beautiful. I was a chubby kid with flaming auburn hair of unruly curls and freckles scattered across my cheeks, but puberty kicked in late and bloomed when I had just graduated high school. My body had taken a shape I was finally proud of; a slender waist, full breasts, and even fuller hips, and although I caught the attention of many onlookers while going to college, I barely socialized with anyone.
• I had strictly focused on graduating at the top of my class, wanting nothing more than to pursue my dream job as a fashion designer. Now I work for the best fashion brand in the country, getting paid in six zeroes and in a luxury penthouse.
• Some would say I had won in life, but everything I had achieved so far came with a price, and the price of my success was my dreary sex life.
• I'm a freaking twenty-eight-year-old virgin for crying out loud!
• This was the main reason the game of ‘Never have I ever’ bothered me. Because never have I ever done shit.
• But I had fantasies, wild fantasies that were far from normal, and these abnormal thoughts were fueled by the shelf of slutty books adorning the wall of my room. I also watched porn, preparing myself for the golden hour. I didn't want to be seen as inexperienced, but the painful truth was that I had no courage whatsoever to pursue my fantasies, and this was proven by my many failed attempts to bag one man. Caspian.
• “Oh well, what harm would it do?” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, taking a sip of my can of soda as I began answering the questions. After thirty long minutes of rather intrusive questions, I completed the survey and submitted it to God knows who.
• But it didn't end there, an icon resembling a wrapped birthday present appeared next, and it was tagged as a reward for my cooperation.
• With a soft sigh, I clicked the eye-catching box, taking another long sip of my drink as I waited for it to load.
• “Oh,” I exclaimed softly, my eyes sweeping over the document file. It was a bucket list. A sex bucket list, compiled from my answers from the survey. “That's interesting.” it also had a section for me to edit and add potential ‘candidates’ that I want to explore them with.
• I contemplated my thoughts before typing in Caspian's name first, along with one other man who had undeniably caught my attention. His name was Luke Graham, my boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. I only saw him in passing, but even from a distance, his beauty could be described as out worldly. His mere presence always made the women at work swoon, each and every one of them ready to throw their panties his way.
• I also added a certain celebrity just for the sake of it. He was a popular actor who charmed his audience with his smile and talent. But he also seemed like someone who would be ruthless in bed, his sex scenes in movies never failed to make my pussy throb with want, now that was real God-given talent. I think his name was Ezekiel Sterling.
• After typing in the names, I looked over the list with a satisfied smirk and finished my drink with one last gulp. It wasn't like anyone else was going to see it, and the chances of me actually pulling it off were low. But it was fun to see that the things on the list were bold and daring, two attributes that were a far cry from reality.
• I was neither bold nor daring.
• Just horny and delusional.
• Very delusional.
• Chelsea meowed, pulling me from my train of thought. She stretched her limbs with a silent yawn, her paws nonchalantly brushing against the keypads of my laptop as she leaped into my arms, purring loudly as if to reprimand me for staying up late.
• “Okay okay, I'll go to bed, your highness.” I heed to her cuteness, brushing my cheeks against her stubby nose before rising to my feet.
• I return my gaze to my laptop screen, but the list had disappeared.
• “Aww shit, I wanted to save it,” I muttered under my breath, shoulders sagging in disappointment, but I soon dismissed the thought as I cradled Chelsea in my arms and shut down the device. The Turkish Angora cat jumps in excitement as she spots her well-made cat bed at the foot of my queen-sized bed. I smiled fondly at her before throwing myself into the lush softness of my blankets.
• Staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, I go over the events of the day. If things had gone differently I would have spent a sexy night with Caspian, cuddled under these very same bedsheets. I had wanted to ask him to join me inside for a little chat, but he seemed more out of reach than ever, maybe he had someone else in mind. Or maybe I was just in over my head.
• The heavy feeling of loneliness began to creep in like a slithering predator, and I let my eyes flutter close before it had the opportunity to consume me whole.
• One of these days, if the universe deemed it fit, I might be able to turn my fantasies into reality.
• My phone buzzed on the headstand of my bed, but I paid no mind to it, already falling into a deep slumber, my body giving out to exhaustion.
• The screen of my phone glowed in the darkness.
• “Message successfully posted.”