One Night In Vegas

I went to Vegas with three other girls on a last going before graduation from college. Of the four of us three were virgins, including me. That's the type of girls we were. We also didn't drink. We should never have gone to Las Vegas.

Sometime during the night, the casinos don't have clocks, a guy started buying me drinks. The alcohol went to my head, and I woke up with both a hangover and a husband I didn't know.

My virginity was a thing of the past. My most susceptible week was that week. In one night I went from college kid to a total dumb ass, I was royally screwed, no pun intended. I begged him to let me find my friends, he finally relented. We had to shower and get dressed, and he insisted on breakfast. He was the husband, I felt it through and through.

My friends didn't believe it, but it was true. A Las Vegas midnight wedding, consummated too. I learned more about him from my friends asking questions. He flew in from the east, we flew in from the west, but now I had to fly east with him, to cowboy country, San Antonio where he was stationed. I dropped out, and being pregnant I waited a year before registering at UTSA to finish. After graduating he resigned his commission, packed me and the baby up and we moved to Houston.

A night in Vegas and I came home married and pregnant. A shot in the dark really, for both of us. Good thing we both hit the jackpot that night.