Cheryl steps aside and lets me into her apartment, her eyes never leaving mine.
After yesterday with the Cheryl incident, I thought I should go out and have fun to forget about what happened. I spent the night at a night club, danced and drank my anger away. I still don't know how I got home and my head throbbed in pain. My stomach ached and I felt dizzy even though I was lying down. I smelled next to me an unfamiliar scent and a different feel of the sheets. My eyes fluttered open as the bright morning light tortured my sight. Holding my hand up to block the sunlight, I get up and finally, my sight adjusts to the light. Removing the sheets, I find that I was stripped to only my tight trunks and my sports bra. Hey, don't judge because they are comfortable and they don't give wedgies. I looked around and my eyes grew wide in horror of what my mind began to think. Was I kidnapped? Where the hell I am? I began questioning myself.
In the room, I slept in my bed, dreaming of a walk on the moon until I felt her hands on me, caressing my skin, making me have the need to continue my sleep with her hands on me. Her soft and warm hands go up to my arms and her fingers tips then move to my neck making the hairs on skin rise and goosebumps form. She moves her hands under my shirt and down my chest, then to my bare stomachs leaving electric charges. I gasp when her hand lowers into my pants.
I am on top of her, looking down at her, sweat dripping from my body, my heart finally pacing at a normal rate. There was no mercy in my eyes. My expression plain and cold. Cheryl covers her face with her hands and wipes her tears. I waited for her to say something, to tell me that what she did to me was unforgivable. I wanted to hear her say it but it took too long to come out and I was running out of patience. I climbed off the bed, satisfied by the pleasure I had, sex. I begin to put my clothes back but she grabs my arm and pulls me toward her.