[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.]
Whoever said forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest was not wrong.
I had one taste of Dexter Prior and one taste was not enough. It would never be enough, but it...
The third day at the cabin came and went, and that whole day Dex avoided me until we left. It hurt but I get why he did it. The way we ended our second night though blissful was also very painful for both of us. But regardless, I wanted to talk to him so badly the next day. I hated that I didn't get to say goodnight or anything really and wish I could have said more before we went our separate ways, but I was more tired than I realized and fell asleep in his arms. He never woke me and let me sleep in his arms before he finally took me to my bed. I wish he had woken me at least to say goodnight, but he never did. I'm guessing to avoid saying goodbye. And honestly, I don't blame him. Goodbyes are the worst and having to say that would have hurt more in the end so perhaps it was for the best that he didn't wake me as much as I wish I could have said more to him.
The next morning when I woke up I was so disoriented and confused by the fact that I was in my bed, and not on the pool table. I knew immediately that Dex was the one behind it. He cleaned me and dressed me in my sleep before taking me up to my room and I bet it pained him to put me to bed next to Ken, but he did it knowing it had to be done just like he had to go back to Bianca.
I woke up to an empty bed that morning and was relieved to find Ken gone. I quickly got out of bed and retrieved some clean clothes for my last day at the cabin and stepped into the bathroom, making sure to lock it behind me. I didn't want to take any chance of Ken finding me naked in the shower. When I was sure I was locked inside I took off my pajamas that made me think of what I did only hours ago with Dex and found my bra set back in place but no panties.
He must have kept them. The thought made me smile as much as I wish it didn't.
That's two pairs of my panties he now owns. Luckily, the pair he took wasn't one of my favorites but I'm sure he got a kick out of my 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' panties that say, "The Hellmuff" on the front and have Buffy on the back standing with a stake in one hand and a bloody tampon in the other with vampires looming over her. They're meant to be period panties but I couldn't resist wearing them that day. I needed something to brighten up my mood after the way things had ended with Dex and I the night before when he fucked me in the kitchen. They definitely did the trick but now they're gone, and in Dex's possession, and a part of me can't help but wonder what he's going to do with my panties.
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My thoughts start to go down the gutter when I hear Elsie call my name from outside my room and am immediately pulled back to the present where I'm back home and still with Ken.
"Can we talk?" I hear her ask from the doorway of my room and I immediately freeze up. Does she know about what happened between Dex and I?
She can't know, I remind myself. If she knew she would have already confronted me about it. It's been a week since that crazy weekend at the cabin and she never approached me about anything that happened so there's no way that she knows. Right?
I turn to look at her and see that she doesn't look angry. If anything she looks really happy. I feel myself relax instantly and smile at her.
"Yeah, come in," I tell her and she walks inside my room and sits down on my bed. She pats the spot next to her and I put my clean laundry I was putting away aside and join her on the bed. "What's up?" I ask her as I sit down next to her.
