Simone woke up the next day, feeling very well rested and sated in a way that was odd. She woke up before her alarm clock and saw that she still had an hour before she had to start getting ready for work.
Laying back down, she stretched her limbs until a slight ache between her legs had her pulling her knees up.
Why did she feel so tender down there?
She pressed her face back into the mattress and realized that the sheets were different. Even her blanket was different. It wasn't the green one she had spread two weeks ago but rather the deep red one she kept in her closet.
When had she changed her bedsheet and blanket?
She couldn't think on it for long as her head began to bang painfully and she immediately reached over for her Tylenol and tiger balm. After ingesting and applying her remedies, she spread her limbs once more and again....felt off.
The ache between her legs grew more demanding.
Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked down at herself. She could not recall when she had put on these pajamas.
When had she even gotten back from the bar?
What time had she gone to bed?
Why was her memory so muddled?
Was it because she had drank heavily on top of taking sleeping pills?
She was feeling similar to how she had felt on those two separate instances prior when she had also taken her "concoction" for better sleep. The one that she had sworn off because it caused her to have a cluster headache.
Crap, I guess I better brace myself for it then. Hopefully, it won't happen at the school.
But why did her body feel so odd. Her lips, her neck, her breasts and her pussy were all sore and aching. She felt like she'd woken up from more than a restful sleep.
She felt as though she had been...touched.
Had she gotten so wasted that she hooked up with some random guy at the bar? Had she brought said random guy back to her place?
But what random guy would change her bed coverings and dress her in her pajamas before leaving?
Standing up, she nearly fell to her knees when a sharp, hot pain shot from her pussy, spreading across her lower back.
"Oh, ow. What the hell?"
Staggering to her bathroom, she stripped herself of her clothes and stood in front of the large sink mirror.
Simone's jaw dropped in shock. She had definitely been fucked! Oh my god! She had fucked a complete stranger and she couldn't even piece together a name or a face.
Tears of horror streamed down her face as she covered her swollen and slightly bruised lips. Her neck, collarbone and breasts were covered in hickeys, which trailed further down to her stomach and thighs.
And her pussy was red and engorged! She poked at it, tentatively and instantly felt the same burning pain.
She vividly recalled a tongue furiously lapping at it.
What the hell was wrong with her!? How could she do that?!
What if she caught an STD!? What if she was pregnant!? Did they use a condom!? Did the stranger even pull out!?
Her mind was spiraling and she felt herself grow so nauseous she immediately rushed to her toilet and vomited. The sound of her retching and the smell of the projectile only increased her gagging and she barfed some more.
Afterwards, she flushed the toilet, closed the lid and went to rinse her mouth. Still silently sobbing, she brushed her teeth and went to her shower, hoping the hot water and soap would rinse away last night's encounter.
She could still feel the sensation of foreign hands touching her.
But why couldn't she remember anything else? She had to find this guy and press charges against him for assault! Clearly, she was too intoxicated to consent. No matter what she may have said or how she may have behaved, she had not been coherent enough to know what she was saying yes to!
It was not in her nature!
Even with her one previous relationship, Simone had maintained clear boundaries. Though they had shared kisses and touched each other, it had never gone past second base. She had been firm on building a strong emotional connection first before she engaged in full intimacy.
She didn't believe in sex; she believed in making love.
And now, that was gone!
She had lost her virginity to a stranger who had left marks on her skin. Inside and out!
Simone leaned against the shower wall as more sobs wracked her body. She had never felt worse about herself.
She felt filthy!
Her father was right, she was a fat slob. A fat slob with no standards who'd acted like a wanton whore.
But the worst part was, underneath the ache and the soreness, she could still feel a sense of satisfaction. As if her body was still reveling in the climaxes she had experienced.
Bits and pieces of memory surfaced as she gasped under the hot water. The man's weight on top of her, how she couldn't keep her eyes open, how he'd kissed her with so much tongue she'd struggled to breathe, how his hands had gripped her as he sucked and lapped at her pussy.
How she had moaned and cried out in pleasure, rather than kicked him away for daring to do that to her while she was so intoxicated.
How she'd eagerly grabbed his dick and pushed him inside her. And it had been bare! So they definitely didn't use condoms!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Simone's hand went down to her labia. She was surprised by how swollen she was. Even as she was shocked and horrified, she was getting aroused as her memory came back.
The stranger had been a perfect fit. There had been no initial pain, just a slight pinch. He'd filled her with his hard length and pounded her like an animal.
And she had loved every minute of it. He had been so muscular, his body engulfing her completely. And his hands had held her so tightly, yet tenderly.
Simone breath came in soft pants as more images flooded her mind. She touched her belly; he had pulled out. Thank god.
But where was the cum. She should have woken up smelly, instead she had been clean and dressed in her pj's while snoozing on fresh sheets.
"...my Mione, I have wanted you for so long..."
Simone heard the man's husky voice float across her mind. Mione, he had called her Mione. It was a nickname only her mother had ever called her.
How did this stranger know? And who was he?
Simone tried harder to think on his voice and the words he'd spoken but all she could make out was his deep voice telling her how much he'd missed her, how badly he'd wanted her and how he knew it was her first time.
How did he know that she had been a virgin as well? Surely, he was no stranger. And if she hadn't been drunk, would she have recognized him?
She stepped out of the shower as she heard another statement flash across her mind. "I'm sorry, I can't stay now, I'm still too much of a coward. But I'll be back and I love you so very much, my Mione."
Tears filled Simone's eyes. Only this time they were tears of wonder and an elusive joy. When had anyone ever said that to her? When had anyone given her such mind numbing pleasure she'd been able to sleep soundly?
She stepped in front of the mirror again, her hands tracing the same path the stranger's had. He had been so attentive. He had touched her like she was something beautiful and not some fat slob.
All thoughts of violation fled her mind and she smiled at her reflection.
She hadn't been fucked; she'd been made love to.
And the man said he would be back.