Forbidden Lessons

7

7

Sophia’s POV.

My eyes fluttered open slowly and a satisfied sigh left my lips. This bed was very soft, making the sleep enjoyable but it still didn’t feel like my bed. My eyes finally opened clearly and I looked around, taking in my surroundings.

Yes. This wasn’t my bed. It wasn’t my room. And neither was it any of the guest rooms in Jenny’s house, or her room too. Panic slowly began to creep into me. I sat up hurriedly and the sharp pain that occurred between my thighs brought back my memories.

I remembered. Each and every single thing.

Heat spread over my body slowly, from my feet to my cheek as I recalled every single thing that happened in detail. I looked around the room, searching for the stranger that had given me the best fuck of my life.

He wasn’t anywhere around. Frowning slightly, I pushed my lazy bones off the bed and walked to the bathroom to check but he wasn’t there either. I frowned.

Where had he gone? And why did he run off early? When? Had I been so deep in sleep? I walked back to the room and checked the time from my phone. It was just nine am.

Maybe he had to go to work, but it was Saturday and people barely worked on Saturdays. That was very unlikely.

I shook my head. I wasn’t going to bother myself with why the stranger had left. I had gotten what I wanted. What I was craving for. Sex. And we both knew at the back of our minds that it wouldn’t be more than a one time thing and that was probably why we didn’t we didn’t even exchange names.

Running my hands through my hair, I sat on the bed and checked my phone. I had no texts from my family at all but I did have a text from Jenny last night. “I saw you leaving with Mr Handsome. I sincerely hope he isn’t a serial killer. Come home when you’re done.”

I rolled my eyes. Getting up from the bed, I picked up a towel and wrapped it around my body then looked for the dress I had worn yesterday only to find it all torn on the floor.

What exactly was I thinking when I let him tear my clothes off me?

I groaned as I picked up my phone once again to text Jenny. “S.O.S. I need new clothes at the club. Asap. I’m expecting you. Room 5.”

After sending the text, I got up from the bed and winced slightly at the pain that followed that. My legs were aching in between, but it was the pleasurable kind of pain. The kind that made me remember about everything and made me wish for more.

I mentally slapped myself and rubbed my face before going to the bathtub. I sat in the jacuzzi and closed my eyes, letting the water relax my body and ease the dull ache between my legs and soak my hair.

I needed to get it back to it’s curly state or else mom will notice that something about me was different. It was that one habit of hers that I never understood how she did it. Or maybe it was because she was a mother. She always seemed to know when something changed about me anyways.

And I couldn’t have her suspecting that Jenny and I had gone out and that I had had sex for the first time. This wasn’t the kind of thing that I wanted to discuss with my mother. Or the kind of thing I wanted her knowing.

I put my whole body in the water in a way that it was only my nose that was outside so I could breathe. The water seeped into my hair, soaking it and returning it back to it’s natural state just the way I wanted it. When it had all coiled back, I sat in the jacuzzi and began washing myself.

After doing that I got out of the jacuzzi and used the brand new toothbrush and toothpaste that was in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth quickly then packed my coils into a fairly smooth bun. That was the most I could do with a hair that wasn’t oiled and combed.

I walked back into the room and stared in front of the mirror. I heard that the body changes after sex and I wondered how true that was. As I stared at myself, I wondered if my body was already changing and everyone would notice that I already had sex.

I sighed, turning around and examining my body when I noticed something that wasn’t there before. On my neck. Two puncture marks. So tiny and almost invisible that it was a miracle I had noticed them.

A frown creased my forehead. “How had those appear there?” I murmured, touching them. They didn’t even hurt and that was the part that baffled me.

It was probably mosquito bite but a mosquito bite wouldn’t be like this. Besides there weren’t even mosquitoes here. The marks weren’t swollen or anything. It was probably some other sort of insect that bit me and that meant I had to go to the hospital to take a test and be sure I was fine.

I hoped it was an harmless insect that bit me like this.

Wrapping my body with the blanket to feel warm, I sat on the bed and picked up my phone. There was already a text from Jenny.

“BITCH, WHAT DID YOU DO? AND WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CLOTHES?”

I chuckled as I read the text. She was always dramatic like that but then I guessed her reaction was justified because I’d have had the same one if she texted me to bring her clothes to a place like this.

“How about you get here early enough to find out huh?” I texted back and laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling as I waited for her.