Perception (short story)

Part 2

Morning comes.

You open your eyes slowly; you see the same closed door he left behind yesterday. Regaining understanding of where you are and what you were doing yesterday, all comes back to you. Door starts to creek as it opens, he comes in smiling with breakfast in bed. He sits beside you on the corner of the bed, puts the little table over your legs, still tucked in the blankets.

Did you enjoy yourself yesterday? He softly asks.

I did, you reply as you reach for the toast.

Your thoughts, can’t comprehend the fact the dominant and aggressive guy who you went with yesterday is such a sweetheart. Is he planning on something, or what is happening? So many questions that need answering, for now you cautiously munch on the toast and sip on the coffee.

When you are done with it, he picks up the table and strolls back out the door in to the kitchen, as he walks out he points to the shower next to the bedroom.

I could use a shower, you think to yourself.

You enter a fairly small room with a shower a sink and a washing machine in it. You pick through his stuff on the mirror shelf above the sink. He has lots of stuff for a guy. Lotions, hydrating creams, beauty masks etc. etc. You hear him slightly yelling : “The white towel is yours.”

Did he plan all this? Am I not the only girl he has brought here? All of this does not make any sense.

You take a shower…

You walk out of the bathroom, while still rubbing your hair you enter kitchen and can’t find him anywhere, you walk in to the master bedroom again, and see him sitting on the balcony by a little table with an ashtray on it, smoking a cigarette, and drinking coffee, watching the sunrise. His apartment has the best view you have ever seen. Usually you thought smoking is disgusting, but he kind of looked hot smoking.

He turns his head slightly and says : “Come join me”

You cowardly stroll over there and sit down beside him.

The thoughts still make your mind go crazy places, and you muster up the courage to ask him : “What was that yesterday?”

He replies surprised: “what do you mean?”

“You, who are you? What is happening?” You ask him.

He smiles and simply replies:”I am just another broken soul on your way to perfection and success.”

“I know you think it’s strange that after that night, you thought I was some kind of sick pervert, and here I am preparing breakfast in bed for you, actually care for your comfort, and smile. I think of myself as a recovering asshole and prince charming in the making. See I have never done something a girl does not want me to do to her in bed. If you think about it, you never tried stopping me, or saying no, don’t do it, you simply let go and enjoyed it.”

You think of his words, and it is true, you simply enjoyed it, and willingly accepted everything.

“Does that make you a pervert/bad person? No”

“People rarely give in all they have to someone, just by meeting them, but we all have dark desires, which are swept away by our minds, due to societies beliefs of what’s good and bad.” He explains.

You think to yourself: “Who the hell is he? How does he know so much, and why is so sweet?”

He adds: “It’s easier opening up to strangers then our own, because of fear of judgment and resent. I am actually a decent guy, but as most of people of modern day, I am twisted by design, and recovering from pain inflicted by someone.”

As he explains and talks so much, you understand that he was treated badly by a girl, who dumped him over an sms, because she did not figure out her feelings, before meeting him. He tried getting revenge on all of women, and letting anger out, by drinking, using drugs, partying and sex, but that does not work, just for a moment’s time.

As he keeps talking and explaining things, you realize you have paid attention to everything he said, with your eyes wide open as a child seeing gifts on Christmas.

You stand up, walk back in the room with your back turned against him drop the towel turn your head and wave, inviting him to follow you.

He walks over, grabs your waist and wraps his hand around your belly, and gently and sensually kisses your neck, his touch is different from yesterday, it’s soft and caring.

He turns you around, puts both of his arms around your face, and kisses your lips and you pull of his shirt swiftly….

You move slowly over to the bed while kissing, and climb in. He does not turn his eyes away from your gaze as his fingers slide over your side up to your thighs. For quite a while you were just laying there kissing and embracing each other. Your naked bodies touching each other, his hands running over your back as his lips caress yours. You grab his butt, and force him over to lie on top of you between your legs. You can feel his cock, rubbing gently against you, and you grab it and pull him in closer, as he enters you… You both gasp for air, looking straight at each other. He slowly moves his pelvic area, sliding it inside you, it’s sensual and full of passion.  His thrusts keep you moaning harder, you grab his face as he fastens his pace slightly… His breathing is fast and it turns you on even more, him watching you, breathing fast, and enjoying it.

He slows down, you push him up and down on his back, climb on top of him, as you put it inside he grabs your thighs… His strong arms on your body, feel soft, while you ride on top of him, his hands don’t stop touching your things, your sides, your belly, and your breasts. He extends his arms pulls closer to you, kisses your lips and goes over to your breasts… the kisses and biting also changed, he caresses them while you keep moving your hips..

He drops back down on his back, and you feel him holding his breath in excitement, as he starts to cum inside of you, your body trembles and you feel that tingly feeling and you cumm with him.

You drop down on his chest, kiss his lips, you both smile…

You climb down, lay your head on his arm grab his waist, and you both just stay still there, embracing each other.

Love is blind and sneaks up on you unexpectedly…