One Night Stand Stories Novels & Stories

I blurted out. There’s complete silence on the other end of the line. For a moment, I think they’ve hung up. “Mom? Dad?” I asked hesitantly. “You’re… pregnant?” This time, it was my Dad speaking on the other line. “Yes,” I admit, my cheeks burning even though they can’t see me. “It was… it was a one-night stand." And that's when my Mom lost it. I heard scratches and noises on the other end like the phone was being forcefully passed to someone else.

I instinctively put a hand to my head. "What's going on?" I wondered aloud, confused. Then, the face of the stranger I thought I'd spent the night with a month ago flashed in my mind. A wave of panic washed over me. What if our one night together had resulted in a pregnancy? I tried to recall his face, but it remained a blank slate. The events from that night haunted my thoughts, refusing to fade. I tried to push the memory of the stranger from my mind. It wasn't right, I needed to focus on my husband.

If Regan ever learned how we met, she’d either laugh herself silly or refuse to believe I was telling the truth. The idea of the serious, prefers-the-quiet-of-living-in-a-cabin-in-the-woods-with-books-for-company Savannah Blackshaw going prowling for a one-night stand is impossible to imagine. Even now I struggle to believe it happened. “Well, we met in a bar, and we hit it off.” I told him I wanted a one-night stand, no strings attached. He bought me a drink and slipped his hand under my skirt. I came that first time in a dark corner booth with the people all around us none the wiser.

I couldn’t help but wonder how happy he’d make me feel if he was mine. “So you had something to tell me?” she suddenly asks. “Hmm” I say not explaining further. “Is it about the sexy guy you slept with?” I smile shyly “Oh My God! It totally is!” she exclaims “No it’s not” I lie trying to calm her down I could see the disappointment on her face “Well there’s not much to tell. He was a one night stand and I never have to see him again.” I say trying to sound convincing which was sounding as convincing as it should in my ears. “Fine so what did you want to talk about?” she says reluctantly dropping the topic.

I need an excellent one-night stand to get over him. We are out back smoking a shared cigarette. I am leaning up against a wall, one leg angle against the wall, and he asks me my name. I tell him to call me "A," and he tells me to call him " B." I let out a cute chuckled laugh because that was funny, then that's when I get a good honest look at him, and he is attractive in a very adorable way. He has a beautiful smile, innocent written all over it, and he is small but not too skinny. That is when I start to feel guilty, and my head drops a bit. I let out a big sigh, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him the truth, which is that I am a bit hung up on someone and came out tonight looking to

He simply couldn’t tolerate the idea that some man would sit in his office every day and stare at his legally wedded wife’s picture. If Anna’s photo hadn’t been hanging there, he wouldn’t have needed to come up with the excuse of visiting the library just to steal it. Stealing his own wife’s photograph had turned out to be quite a punishment for Mark. From hundred-year-old buildings to artificial lakes and decorative flower pots in the corridors, Mr. Miller had already told him countless stories. And now… this roadside stone? Seriously, where does this man get so many stories from? Mark wondered. Noticing the constant change in Mark’s expressions, Patrick quickly stepped forward. Smiling pol

“But it is not too soon! They already had sex twice already! And they have known each other for over two months now!” “Well, my dear,” Jezebel said, eyes darting between both the fluster woman and the slightly annoyed one. “I do agree with Melissa here. That changes everything!” “To be fair, the first time was a one-night stand!” “And the second?” Aurelia bit the corner of her lower lip and slumped back into the booth. She was unable to meet anyone’s eyes. The temperature of her face was surely rivaling that of the sun with how red it was. It amazed Jezebel how truly innocent this woman was.

"Okay, fine. But let's not pretend this is just about getting over Troy. You're hurt, and that's fair. But are you really going to hop into bed with some poor guy just to prove a point?" "Some poor guy?" she scoffed. "Please, he's going to be thrilled to jump into bed with me. And just so we're clear… this is going to be a one-night thing. That's it." She pulled her hair free from the neckline, smoothing the dress down. "One-night stands are simple. There are no expectations, or strings. They'll know I'm not looking for anything serious, okay?" Before I could reply, my phone rang in my pocket. It was Stefan.

He asks with a brow raised. "Yeah, how about you take me on a date first?" I ask with a smirk. "Really, whats the point of a one night stand if you gotta work for it, that's not how it works," he complains. "Get to know me before you fuck me," I say with a shrug. "I want you to work for it, I'm not your basic hoe who will be on her knees at your command." "Trust me, I know that already," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, making me chuckle.

"I don't even fucking know her!" "Oh wow, Mr. Reid." The man smirks. "Don't tell me you want to start playing dumb now." "I don't know her!" I emphasize. "She's just a one-night stand I had, and when I met her today, she said she was in trouble and asked for my help!" "One-night stands in vegas are dangerous, Mr. Reid you never know where they might lead you." Hailey was now banging her fists on the glass. Water was already above her waist.