Sex Nights

Chapter 11

I wake up on the floor in the morning, all naked with only my bra against and a very thin sheet covering me. Dylan is still asleep so I try not to wake him up.
Last night it was wonderful and I felt really good and maybe it will sound like stupid but until I felt more experienced in this.
I kiss his lips and wake him up.
- Dylan wake up come on ... we have class.
He opens his eyes gently and tells me.
- Do you know that today you are still more beautiful?
- Come on... DYLANNN!! - I mumble.
He kisses my neck and then my chest.
- Fine babe. Let's go. But not for classes.
- DYLAN! - I scream.
He wears a beautiful t-shirt with blue and black stripes and wears black boots. Typical Dylan.
When we got down, Elizabeth had already left, luckily ... I didn't want to be justifying the noise at night and the mess in Dylan's room.
- You want to stop by the coffee to eat something?
- There is no need ... I eat after class.
- I am hungry.- he tells me.
- Ok ... so let's go to the coffee first.
And that's when my day couldn't start off the worse.
I see Jace, John and Rachel smoking on a coffee table.
- Hey !!! Hello Dylan and Melody ... join us. - Jace tells us.
We approach them and she starts to say.
- So how are you? Melody is having fun losing every bit of virginity with Dylan. You know, he's great, isn't he?
A tear comes in my eye and I can't control myself and that's when I slap her.
- Melody ... are you? - and that's when I hear a female voice behind me about two meters away.
And when I turn around, my happiness comes back, it's my mother that I haven't seen in eight months.
- Mom? Mom? - and run into her arms.
- My sweet sweet daughter. You look so beautiful and mature. Didn't you get into drugs? - she says.
- No. No. I did something worst.
- What have you done?
- I tell you later, mom.
- Ok. Now calm down. I'm here. I'm here with you and I will never leave you again. I love Melody. I love you!
- I love you too.
I go into the small apartment my mom rented and land my suitcase on a couch.
She makes me some tea and sits on the couch next to me and asks me.
- It was the boy who broke your heart, wasn't he?
I can tell right away that she's talking about Dylan because my cell phone has about twenty messages and fifty missed calls from Dylan.
- He's ... he's different. You know, mother, he has that power in me ... the power of ... The power of me feeling good and intense and I don't know....
- I see. Why don't you talk to him and try to solve your problems?
- In fact ... that's what I'm going to do. See you later mom.