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Her First Morning After
“So, are you gonna stay over?” She knew the question was coming. She had been checking the time discreetly as they fooled around on his sofa, pretending to watch a movie. Taking her all the way home was ludicrous at that hour. Yes, she knew the question was coming. Yet still she was unprepared. “Sure", was all she could muster.
She had never “stayed over” before. Not for real. The one night stands that found her, or whichever guy, scrambling to gather their things and sneak out first thing in the morning don’t count in her mind. She could tell this time was going to be different. This guy was different. He wanted her to stay. For real.
“It’s late. Let’s go to bed. OK?” Just a nod this time. He led her to the bedroom. They kissed slowly. He began to take off her shirt. She stopped him as soon as he started. “You’re safe here.” She knew he meant it. She felt safe with him. Yet, somewhere between the sofa and the bedroom, that confident woman had turned into a timid child.
“Can we turn off the light?” “No. I want to see you.” He reached again for her shirt. She deflected his hands. “If you aren’t ready, it’s OK. I’ll take you home.” She could tell he meant it. He wasn’t being cruel or trying to force her to do something she didn’t want to. He was being honest. She realized she was being childish. A trait she loathed in other women. “I don’t want to go home.” She kissed him passionately.
He undressed her. Slowly. Gently. Caressed her from forehead to ankle. Kissing her softly. She had never been completely naked with a man before. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt. He made her feel beautiful. She began undressing him. Until they stood there together. Nothing between them.
He shut off the light and laid her in his bed. They made love for what seemed like hours. She had never felt anything like it. Her soft skin on his. Smooth and warm. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Their legs entwined. Nothing between them.
She fell asleep in his arms. Safe and warm. Naked and beautiful. Smiling softly.
She woke the next morning in his bed. A single sheet was all that covered them. He was already awake. Watching her sleep. Waiting for her to stir. “Good morning.” He kissed her gently on the forehead. “Did you sleep OK?” She nodded. “You know you snore a little,” he said with a smirk. “Oh no! Really?! I’m so sorry!” “It’s OK. You’re quiet. It’s cute.”
She wasn’t as nervous as she expected to be. But still, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do next. She certainly couldn’t grab her things and scramble for the door. Her car wasn’t there. She was his prisoner. She waited. She could feel the timid girl beginning to emerge once again.
“Do you want some breakfast?” Her answer was a secret sigh of relief. “Yes.” “Ok then. You stay in bed and relax for a bit.” He kissed her gently, got up, and closed the door quietly behind him. She could hear him in the kitchen.
She lay there under the smoothness of the sheets. Safe. Naked. Beautiful. She smiled.
- Their First Time
This is a steamy one. Get the cold shower ready, or at least have a cigarette handy :)