Corpse Bride

6

Ben woke up a little ways into the morning and looked down at Miranda on his chest. He knew they needed to get up but he kind of didn't want to. He was comfortable, surprisingly, especially to be on the couch. It had to be her soft naked body curled into his.

Ben sat up slowly so he didn't wake her and moved off of the couch and found his jeans. After putting them on he bent down and lifted her carrying her into the guest room.

He pulled the blanket back and laid her down. Ben took one more glance over her body and noticed the hickey he left on her breast and bit his lip.

After wrapping her up, Ben went into the living room to clean up the mess they left behind. He looked at her panties and bra and picked them up.

Ben admired the material of her red panties and he had to question himself. Was he a creep because for half a second he considered keeping them?

A few hours later, Ben woke up and stretched. He slept like a baby and was well-refreshed. He had to assume it was because he had the best sex of his life last night, God he wished it wouldn't have been longer. Sex like that needed to be in more than one position.

Ben put on a pot of coffee and was filling his mug when he heard a pounding on his door. Someone was banging like a maniac.

"Ben, open this damn door right now."

"Simone?" Ben questioned walking to the door and snatching it open.

"What, why are you yelling and banging on the door? You have a key." Ben asked as Simone pushed passed him inside. She looked around suspiciously before turning.

"Because you are not supposed to be here. Why are you here? You told me you were going camping for 4 days and that there wouldn't be any service in the woods."

"How did you know I was home?"

"Really, that's your question." She hissed.

"Yes."

"Lisa saw you last night. She told me this morning that you were on a date with another woman."

"That's not true. I wasn’t-- He started, but as if on cue, Miranda appeared at the end of the hall, rubbing her eyes as she tried to understand the commotion.

"Ben, what's going on?" She asked still sounding sleepy.

Both Ben and Simone turned towards the sound as Miranda appeared rubbing her eyes and adjusting Ben's pajamas that she threw on quickly.

Her eyes widened when she saw an angry woman standing beside Ben with her arms crossed.

Simone's eyes narrowed as she turned back to Ben and then Miranda.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Miranda. Who are you?"

Ben felt his stomach twist. He was caught off guard by the sudden confrontation. He never expected having to explain this to anyone.

“Simone, this is… this is Miranda,” he said, struggling to explain without making things worse. “She’s… she’s a friend.”

“A friend?” Simone asked in disbelief, “Ben, you told me you were going camping, and then I hear you’re on some date and looking real cozy with some woman. I come here and find you and her in your apartment, and you’re telling me she's just a friend?"

Ben nodded she wouldn't believe him if he told her the entire situation, hell no one would believe this. It was in fact unbelievable.

"You are a fucking liar and a cheat. I'm done."