The first time it happened, Stella thought her date simply left in the middle of the night without waking her up. A pang of disappointment stabbed her heart. Derek had a huge cock and although he didn’t quite know how to use it, Stella managed to gyrate herself into a climax impaled on it. She was giggling when she dismounted, satisfied, sated. Stella wiped her pussy with the edges of her blanket. It was due for the laundry anyway.
“What time pasok mo tomorrow?” she asked.
“I can call in half day,” he said. He reached over and pulled her to him. Stella felt Derek remove the condom and rub his humongous limp dick on her legs. “You?”
“Early,” she said. Riding his cock exhausted her. Stella dozed off before she could remember her manners.
Thus, when her alarm went off at 6 in the morning, Stella didn’t bother to look for him. Her first thought went to her iPhone. Although Derek didn’t strike her as a petty thief, one’s phone was always the first thing one worried about nowadays. The second thing she worried about was if he was going to be weird when he sees her at the mall where he usually entertains inquiries for one of the condominium units he was selling.
Stella kicked off her sheets, and stretched beside the bed. She saw the used condom on it, picked it up with two sheets of facial napkins, and dropped it in the trash bin inside her bathroom. She washed her hands with soap that smelled of raspberries and hibiscus.
Stella headed for the kitchen and saw shoes. They were Derek’s and they were not expensive. A few feet away, his pants. Derek’s clothes were strewn all over her pad as they had left them. She guessed she must have been wrong; he didn’t leave after all. He was probably downstairs at the Mini Stop, buying breakfast.
Wearing what?
Stella guessed he must have found one of her loose T-shirts. She couldn’t remember if he was wearing boxers. Shirt and boxers would do, no one would be scandalized by that. Well, unless his huge dong peeks out, Stella thought.
Stella picked up Derek’s clothes and folded them nicely, setting them on top of her futon for him to see when he returns. She went to the cupboard, poured herself a bowl of high fibre, whole grain cereals, poured in low fat, high calcium milk, and ate breakfast. Derek wasn’t back by the time she finished eating, and she couldn’t wait or she would be late. She went to take a shower, keeping the bathroom door open so she could hear when he stepped back.
The warm water excited her skin. Stella scrubbed herself with a loofah she ordered online from a bed and bath retail store in the US. She washed her hair with organic shampoo.
She heard a groan. It sounded like the bed creaked with the weight of something heavy, like its feet were adjusting. Stella turned the shower off, and yelled “Derek?”
She got no answer. Stella pulled the shower curtain back and grabbed the towel from the rack. “Derek?” she repeated. “I’m in the shower.”
There it was again. An audible groan, a low, rumbling that didn’t sound like any words she knew. Stella stepped out of her bathroom and looked for her guest. Derek’s clothes were as she had left them, neatly folded on top of the futon.
Puzzled, Stella went back to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. The more she thought about it, the weirder she felt. She pushed the thought away and reached for the cocoa butter body balm she used after showering. She turned the fan on high and dried herself, shivering partly from the cold.
Having no patience to wait for her guest, she left his things outside her door on her way out to work.
Alone in Stella’s unit, the bed burped.
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