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I
wake with a smile on my face as the hazy memories from last night fill my head. The night may have started off horribly, but the soreness between my legs is a reminder that it ended in the most unbelievable of ways with the most handsome man showing me tons of affection. I roll over to snuggle next to Keaton, but all I find is a cold sheet.
“Keaton?” I call out, hoping he’s just retreated to the living space or bathroom to keep things quiet as I sleep. There’s no response, though, so I decided he must have run out to grab breakfast or coffee. I smile at how thoughtful he was all last night, knowing that’s probably carried over to this morning and I have nothing to worry about.
Leaving the amazingly comfortable bed with a sigh, I get up and walk my naked self to the bathroom. Getting into the shower brought back the dirty words he said to me last night.
So fucking beautiful, Anna. Look at the way you take me, like you were meant just for me. Do you feel that, Baby? Do you feel how we were meant to be together?
Oh, how I felt it. That man made me feel things I have never felt before, in both my pussy and my heart.
I grab some of his body wash and pour it onto a washcloth, loving how the smell fills the shower stall with his scent. Wanting to keep the smell of him and the memories of last night lingering all day, I lather myself in the tobacco and vanilla fragrance.
Stepping out, I catch my image in the mirror and automatically wrinkle my nose. My body is larger than average and mirrors are always willing to show me the truth of that fact. I smooth my hand over my rolls and think about how Keaton touched them with such passion last night. They didn’t keep him from touching and tasting every inch of me, so instead of shaming my body like I typically do when I have a standoff with my reflection, I smile and thank my body for where it’s gotten me.
I smile at the thought of seeing him again this morning, my heart full for the first time in a long time. There was just something about the way he made me so comfortable last night. He listened and wanted to get to know me, asking questions and telling me about himself. Unlike my last boyfriend, Keaton didn’t shy away from touching me, kissing me often and running his hand over my hips. Everything about last night just seemed perfect.
After drying my hair and putting on a cute flowy dress, perfect for meeting up with the girls, I stepped out into the living area and noticed it was still empty. “Keaton?” I called out again but received no answer in return.
I was trying to keep the positive vibes flowing, even though a heavy weight formed in my gut. It had been about half an hour since I woke up. If he had left just before, walked to get breakfast, stood in line, and then walked back, that could easily take longer than that. I just needed to be patient.
But what if he woke up and saw me, instantly regretting the decisions we made last night? What if this was his way of letting me down easily?
Memories from college rushed back. I was at a frat party and this guy started flirting with me. His compliments seemed sincere, the tugs on my hair were playful, and so after a fairly public makeout session, he asked me to go to his room and I said yes. When we entered his room, he turned me face down over his bed and pulled my dress up. He grabbed a condom, thank god, but then plunged in without any foreplay and started rocking back and forth into me, not touching me anywhere else. As soon as he got off, he pulled out, thanked me for the easy hundred bucks, and walked away. I felt disgusted but mostly confused. When I walked back out into the party, I learned it was some stupid bet to prove that he would, in fact, fuck the fat chick.
I shook my head dismissing those concerns. Everything about Keaton was different. The way it didn’t feel like just sex, but an emotional act when he took me in bed, and then in the shower, and then in bed again. But if it was so different, then why am I sitting here on the sofa with tears down my face instead of lying in bed in his arms?
I’m jolted when I hear buzzing from the bedroom. Wiping the tears away, I walk in to see my phone lighting up with messages.
Skyla
Anna! We’re in Vegas, my bestie bitch!
Penny
Want to meet us for brunch?
Jasmine
Anna, where are you? Where did you stay last night?
Jasmine
Why aren’t you answering us? I swear if you stayed at some shady spot and now you’re in a dumpster chopped up into tiny pieces, I will find every last one of them and glue you back together just so I can chop you back up myself.
Penny
Whoa, Jaz! That got dark.
Skyla
Jeez, Jaz. You’ve got to calm down. You’re fine, aren’t you Anna? She’s probably just sleeping in after a solid dicking.
Anna
I’m fine. And all my body parts are still intact, Jaz.
Except maybe my heart.
