other hand strayed to his member, and as he dragged me towards the finish line, I watched him stroke himself to completion, ejaculation landing on my chest, over my bra, and a small amount hitting my chin.
Only moments later, the pressure he was exerting on my clit was too much, and I unraveled like some sort of flower, coming into full bloom and letting out a moan as I did so.
Chapter Three
Adrian
She was beautiful.
I felt a little creepy, standing there in the lamplight cast by the outside street and watching her sleep, but I couldn’t help it. I had places to be. I checked my watch. It was a little after two a.m. Oh well, I had functioned on less sleep. I pulled my shirt back over my shoulders and made sure all the buttons were lined up accordingly.
I glanced at the girl in the bed again, and the same thought hit me—she was beautiful.
She had naturally curly, light brown hair that was currently splayed across one of the pillows. Her mouth was open in sleep. The small mouth was a pink rose that I would have kissed again if I didn’t think she’d wake up. There was a scattering of freckles across her nose, like she’d spent the summer outdoors, and her skin had a healthy tan to complement it. I knew that behind those dark dusted eyelids lay hazel eyes, with a striking intensity that could—and did—take my breath away. I wondered if everyone she came into contact with had such respiratory distress upon meeting her—her gaze alone could be a cause of concern for the public health authorities.
It wasn’t like me to go home with a stranger, but these last weeks had been particularly difficult. Her captivating smile had lured me into a sense of ease. I had completely forgotten about the stress at work for a couple of hours at the bar, and after, had had maybe the best sex of my adult life.
I couldn’t regret my decision, even if it was completely out of character.
I let myself out of her apartment and wondered if she was proud of me.
Not the girl I had left behind in the bed. No, she was just a night that would fade from my memory in time. I wondered if the first woman I’d ever watched die would be proud of me.
I checked my phone, confirming the details of the business meeting the day after, and headed for home.
Chapter Four
Stevie
I was late.
It’s one of those insane natural instincts you have. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes. My phone, strewn on the floor in the pool of my jeans, only confirmed that fact. I sat up, brain already malfunctioning under the knowledge that my father would hold my tardiness over me. It took me a moment to realize something was missing.
I was pretty sure I’d had a man over the night before.
The memories came back like some erotic film, playing over and over in my mind—his eyes, his smile, the way he touched me.
I had to stop thinking like that. As humiliating as it was that I had lost my virginity on a one night stand, I had to move on. I would likely never see him again, whereas every day for the foreseeable future I would have to see my father.
I pulled on an outfit that he had sent me: a long, floral patterned dress that wouldn’t stand up to a harsh wind, its delicate buttons feeling too decorative under my fingers. I preferred my clothes to be practical. I slipped on some panty hose and into a pair of nude sandals with a block heel.
I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror and sighed. The pounding headache I hadn’t bothered to acknowledge before was making its presence known on my face—my under eye area was dark, and my skin looked washed out. Since I should have left twenty minutes prior, I didn’t exactly have time for makeup. I swiped concealer across the worst of my face and dabbed on blush to make me not look like one of the living dead. There was no helping my hair. With the state of frizz it was in, it would take a full hair treatment to get it to calm down. I pulled it up into a bun on top of my head, looking entirely unlike myself and more like the girl my father wished I was.
On my way out the door, I slid a pair of sunglasses onto