His Weakness, Her Liberation

Good Morning

What had I done? I can't believe I gave myself to Michael so easily. I'd managed to keep my legs closed for 13 years and I give myself to a man I barely even knew. A man who I was sure wasn't interested in me for real. How could he be? He hadn't reached out before last night and he probably only did because he saw me in that bar. I should have kept my ass at the house.

I was just a booty call right?

But why did he kiss me like that this morning after we had sex again? Guys don't do that. Right? I had no frame of reference in that department and it was becoming clear why I hadn't sex all these years. It fucks with your head. I rolled over in the bed and just stared at him while he slept. We both fell back asleep after round two this morning.

I chuckled a little because I thought to myself, You did that bitch. You wore his ass out!

Suddenly this feeling of shame came over me and I decided I would just leave. As I gently got out of the bed, Michael woke up. I almost yanked the covers off of the bed, trying to hide my naked body, as if he hadn't seen all of me last night and then again this morning.

He laughed at me as he said, "Good morning." Despite having sex again this morning, those were the first words he's said to me since last night.

I looked over at his clock. It was 1:30 in the afternoon.

"Hi." I said back embarrassed. Why did I feel shame?

"Where are you going? We should talk."

"I have to go Michael. My friends and I are having brunch today and it's 1:30, I'm going to be late."

He didn't protest, so I walked out of his room and downstairs to find the clothes I took off at his command last night. Who was I 16 hours ago? I'd never been that way before. Honestly I'd fantasized about a handsome man like Michael, doing the things he did to me last night, but I never thought it would happen. I wasn't myself when I was around him. I was a  sexpot ready to do whatever. I was thrilled and horrified at what I was capable of; of what Michael was capable of making me do.
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I was an hour late for brunch and my friends were blowing my phone up. When I arrived they could tell something was up with me.

"Girl you're glowing," my best friend Crystal  said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you got some last night, but we know that ain't the case."

The table of eight erupted in laughter as I nervously drank down my entire mimosa. They all knew I was celibate. Or I was before last night. I hated the word celibate. They used it on me like it was a curse or something. If I was celibate, it was involuntary. It wasn't that I was intentionally not having sex, it was just that I hadn't met anyone who I thought was special enough to give myself too. I'm not sure that Michael was special enough either, but I just felt so horny around him, I couldn't control myself. I had to have him.

After brunch I went home and spent the rest of my afternoon in thought about the night before. I started to feel a way that night because I hadn't heard from Michael. How do these things work? Was this just a one and done thing? Or would he call me? He said we should talk before I left his place, maybe I should have let him.