Tulips

5. Aftermath.

Becky.

I let her taste my lips. My body moves by itself, responding to her evey touch. She kissed my lips, my cheeks down to my neck. Kissing turned to licking, as she lingered on my neck. The way it feels as if she's taking the breath out of me.

Her hands now slithers from my legs upwards, slowly lifting my dress. She went back to my lips and kiss me. This kiss is now different as if she's hungry for my lips. It felt like as if she's sucking not just my lips, my tongue but even my soul.

She stopped, lifted herself and sat on me while as she pulled my dress up taking it off me. She pulled me up to sit then attacked my lips again. Her hands reached behind me unclasping my bra, took it off and threw it somewhere. She didn't waste her time as she cupped my breast while her other hand is on my neck as if locking me in the kiss.

Her kiss, her touch makes me start to feel something down there. I can't take it anymore, I want to touch her too. I moved my hands from her arms and started caressing her back. As I unclasped her bra, I can feel her smile on her kiss. She took it off herself and then put both my hands on both breast.

I was watching her face as she arched her back upon touching her. She look so hot as she open her mouth and moaned while grinding on me. I've never seen such a hot erotic scene more so to experience it. I could now feel the wetness between my thighs that I've never felt before.

She then looked at me with that intense look as she moaned my name... Becky...

I woke up startled as my phone rang. As soon as I opened my eyes, I feel disappointed. It was just a dream. How can that be a dream? It felt and looked so real.

My phone rang again. I reached for my phone, it was Nam. I caught glimpse of the time it's 7 in the evening.

I pull myself up to sit. I noticed the wetness between my thighs. Is that the only thing that's real out of my dream? My phone rang again.

"Hello."

"About time girl. I've been waiting here like forever."

"What? Waiting where?"

"Outside your shop. Let me in I'm freezing!"

I hurriedly went downstairs and open the back door for her.

Nam went straight to the kitchen.

"How are you?" She said as she unpack the things she brought.

I noticed I no longer have a headache.

"Much better after sleeping." I said as I seat on the chair. "What are those?"

She began opening the containers.

"Soup and your fave soy chicken with that ginger sauce you like." She said as she showed me the soy chicken.

"Wow! That look so good. Thanks!" I said standing up to hug her.

"Go get us plates. You have soda right?"

I hurriedly went to the cupboard and at the refrigerator. I didn't notice how hungry I was not until I started eating.

"You had us worried. That was so unlike you. Even if you had alcohol in your system you never left us like that."

"Well it's because it's the first time I encountered someonewho passed out drunk on me. Like literally she fell on me."

I noticed she released a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's really is a she then. Of course the typical you, to take care of someone at that state. I'm glad you didn't went with a guy. I was worried you might lose your virginity to a drunkard."

I suddenly choke on the soup that I was sipping.

"Hey, you okay?"

I nodded before drinking water.

"So... who's the girl?"

I knew she'll ask. I decided to stick with what I've told Richie.

"She's a friend, a client actually. I just happened to see her there at the bar."

"Ah. I see." We continued eating. "Heng said to tell you thank you for taking care of the girl. He dropped me here."

"He said that? Why? Was he close to her?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah." She answered.

Oh no. I felt like I'd get in trouble. How close are they? Does Heng knows what really happened? Not that 'thing' that happened, I mean what happened in the club. But of course I can't ask Nam that. I do wonder how close Heng is to her.

"Speaking of him... You and him?" Isn't my transition so smooth just to change and avoid the topic?

"He's... Ugh. I don't know. He's so different from the guys I've met. He's so kind, gentleman, thoughtful, generous... He did ask to court me..."

"Wow. That's great then! I could see you do like him." I then took her hand. "Just make sure that those side of him that he shows you is genuine. We both know you've been with a lot of jackass before. Let's not add more to that."

"I agree. After Eric I said to myself the next man I'll be with should be different from my exes and not stay with them just because they're great in bed. I'm so tired of the same thing."

I laughed at her. She does say that a lot. How great sex is with the guy will make her chose to stay no matter how much of a dick they are.

I did sometimes wonder why people get addicted to sex. But then I remembered my dream and how I felt on the dream. I think I now know why.

That night I lie awake in bed trying to remember last night. I'm sure I could remember now that my head's clear.

I do remember going to the bar and order that delicious drink, Aperol Spritz. Then this girl just took it and drink what I ordered. She sat beside me, clearly drank. I ask her to buy me one, which she did. We began talking mainly about drinks. She made me try different ones. She's very knowledgeable about drinks from different countries.

When I felt like I was getting tipsy I tried to go back to my friends but she stopped me then she fell unconscious on me. The bouncers helped, they carried her and led to her car with me tagging along. They thought I'm with her. I fell asleep in the car while she was hugging me. I woke up we're at her house. Then... Oh shit.

I put my head on both hands. Think Becca... I said to myself as I can't remember much after that. I remember bits like there was this girl who left when we arrived, I went to the room the girl was almost naked on the floor, I helped her to the bed and then she kissed me. And I let her. Then... Ugh... I can't remember! Whyyyy! Waaaah!

I let her kiss me. Ugh, the drunk me is so annoying. I lay down on my bed face down. My first experience was lost in drunkness.

I imagine before... Well not really imagine doing the deed itself, but imagine I'll be doing it for the first time with someone I love in our honeymoon. Something not a lot of girls do anymore. But after last night... Ugghh I guess I'm one of those girls now.

But damn! To lose it while drunk! That's not me! Worse is I can't even remember it. Not knowing how it felt, how we did it, if I liked it or did she liked it. Ugghh...

The dream though really felt real. Was it the same as what really happened? Was it just a dream or was I recalling the memory of that night while asleep?

Damn, this is frustrating. I can't even remember her face. What I do remember though is her eyes. Her eyes are the most sad eyes I've ever seen.