Who are U?

Seven.

My eyes' been open but was too lazy to get up. It's 10:41 am, and all I could hear and see through the window was some bird fighting out with some squirrel. I roll out the bed like a damn sushi covered in sea weed. I sit on the carpeted floor and start thinking about last ni- this morning. I enjoyed that moment more than what I would've dream about, in my wildest dreams. You see, I had sex before, twice to be exact, but it was back when I was 17 and inexperienced, he too. The awkwardness back then would make you clench your teeth and snap your head into the nearest wall you could find. To me, that wasn't sex, it was more like a The-Penis-Going-In-The-Vagina thing, probably more like an explicit sex education class. So you could easily tell that I never did enjoyed it back then. Since then, I never had any relationship, because the guy that I did it with wasn't anything to me he just wanted to try out with me and I was foolish to let him take something so precious from me, so I kinda got a bit traumatized, thinking that maybe all the guys my age were not good enough.

However for Daniel, that's a total different story. He knew how to use and play my body like an instrument. He knew my hot-spots, like he'd explored my body for ages, he probably was experienced in those kind of stuff. I was in shock of how patient he could be while sweet torturing me at the same time, he could control the situation, even though I didn't know what to do. His words too! He made me feel special and horny at the same time. Or I was just sexually frustrated. In his eyes I felt really pretty like a goddess, just like he said. I shake my head, helping these thoughts to go back to where they came from.

I take a warm shower, and go back to my room and see the lingerie's kimono on the floor from the event, I slightly smile at it then quickly shot my face to keep a straight face. My nipples however, think otherwise they got harder, at the thought of this passionate morning.

I go downstairs, check the kitchen no one, check the living room, I see a black arm hanging out the couch. I just go and put his arm on his chest and cover him more. I hear footsteps from the stairs, so I go meet whoever is coming down, but as lucky as I am, it's Daniel. But Daniel with glasses.

"Good morning!" He says to me all smiley.

"H-hi." My heart is about to pop.

"How was your night?" He walks into the kitchen dressed the same way he was earlier.

You tell me baby boy. Fu~ fu!!

"Good." I take a pan, thinking what should I cook for these drunkards so they don't vomit. "What about you?"

"It was perfect." I feel cold, so I turn to look at him, he was looking at me with that same expression from when he saw me coming down the stairs yesterday night.

I get myself into work, cutting green onions and company. Daniel was on the island table focused on his iPad. I get myself focused too on my cooking. I was waiting for the food to be ready, I take out plates and bowls, while I'm setting up the table, two strong arms just surrounded me from behind, I jolted a bit. He nuzzles his nose on my neck. I think he has a neck fetish, it's not me. I try to push him away, but really, that's not what I actually want.

"Are you mad at me?" He looks at me with a fake puppy face.

"Buddy move!!" I was trying my best not to smile.

"You're not satisfied about your treat last night?" My jaw just dropped, is he really gonna talk about this in the open just like that?

"Can we... can we not bring this up? Please." I tried to speak with a lower tone.

"Sure, but someday we will have to talk about it." At the same time Sam came in yawning.

"'Sup shorty, dude." He looked at me with a morning face then check with Daniel, he sat down with his hair horribly looking.