We continue to kiss in the walkway of my apartment and I feel my whole body electrified.
As we kiss he backs me into my living room, and we continue on my couch.
His soft hands gently touch the small of my back and he proceeds to take off my shirt.
Our mouths depart and he begins to kiss my neck, planting tiny kisses all over. I close my eyes and enjoy the satisfaction that was occurring within his touch.
I take off his shirt and I can't help but stare at his body. For an older gentleman he keeps in shape very well.
"You're so beautiful Raylen", he whispers as he kisses my neck.
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I wake up the next morning with the worst headache. My body was aching and I couldn't even clearly remember last night.
I look over at the side of my bed and see a man.
Oh my God... did I? No no no no
My covers were preventing me from seeing his face so I pull them down slowly, trying not to wake him up.
Why is David Beckham in my bed?
I get out of bed quickly and run to the bathroom with only my underwear on.
I look at myself in the mirror and stop myself from screaming.
Am I going crazy?
I wash my face and try to remember last night, but my memory was foggy.
I remember going to the party last night, and then I saw Wyatt, and then I drank a little, but I don't remember going home with David.
After washing my face I open the door a tiny crack to see if he's still there.
His eyes open slowly and he looks around for me.
My body goes into panic mode and I have no idea what to do. Should I stay in here until he leaves?
Don't do that Raylen, go out there and try to find some answers.
I look around my bathroom for any clothes, so I don't go out there partially naked, and all I find is my robe.
I put it on and take a deep breath before I come out.
I open the door slowly and muster up a tiny smile.
His face lightens up at the sight of me and he props himself on his elbows.
"Good morning gorgeous", he smiles wide.
His hair is tussled and his morning voice was quite attractive, it was raspy but soothing all at once.
"Good Morning Mr.-" I clear my throat, hoping he doesn't notice my mistake, "Good morning David".
"That was some night, right?" He chuckles as he waits for my response.
I scratch my head softy and say, "I don't remember too much of it actually".
He wrinkles his eyebrows and looks down at his hands.
"You don't remember us having sex?", he asks.
My heart nearly drops to the floor. How could I let it go that far? I've always wanted to wait until I was ready to lose my virginity. How could this happen?
He notices my state of fear and he sighs.
"I-I thought you'd remember", he stutters. "I'm sorry, I should go". He looks around the floor for his things and gets up.
