The Morning After

You had expected to awake alone.

For Angela to have slipped away in the night and for the whole song and dance to begin again. Granted you hadn’t expected her to turn up at your door or for you to end up sleeping with her again so your predictions about her of late hadn’t been so great and that was proven again when you opened your eyes.

Instead of finding an empty bed you found Angela, wide awake and still nude, her eyes burning into yours as you awoke.

“So you’re finally awake,” she stated, not looking away from you.

You had rolled to the side or maybe had been pushed off in the night and now lay on your side. Angela seemed not to have moved at all, still flat on her back, only her head turned towards you.

“You came inside me again,” Angela added before you had a chance to say anything.

“Sorry,” was all you could think to say in reply and to your surprise, she actually laughed then. A tiny almost manic sound.

“Don’t apologise, I wanted you to!” Angela turned her head away from you then, speaking to the ceiling. “I knew when I knocked on your door this is how it would end up. Hell the first time I made a move on you I didn’t care if you pulled out. I made peace with my sin before I did any of this.”

“Why did you make a move on me?” You ask, the reference to the first time you slept with Angela making the way she acted back then rankling at you.

“I think it was the car,” she replied after a long pause. “He had always kept it to his office or hotels but then a few days before that I got into our car and could smell...her.”

You didn’t have to ask who she meant, Claire had a thing for fucking in cars after all.

“I just wanted to do something to hurt him! Something to get back at him for it all!” Angela almost snarled and then subsided. “But afterwards I hated that I had sunk to his level and the worst thing was that I wanted to do it again. I struggled with it and eventually, I let it happen again.”

Angela let out a shuddering sigh then and you remained silent, knowing she had more to say.

“But it wasn’t like that first time. I didn’t feel that same rush.” She trailed off for a moment, almost seeming to need to catch her breath. “Yet I heard him come home that night and smelt her on him it all came flooding back. I lay in bed and played it all back in my mind and that thrill came right back!”

Before you could say anything Angela suddenly pulled herself upright, turning her back on you as she sat on the edge of the bed. In the morning light, you had to fight the urge to touch her as you took in the curve of her body from behind.

“And here I am again!” She exclaimed with a sweep of her arm, taking in the room and then herself. “Letting someone near enough to half my age fuck me without even asking for a condom!”

You pushed yourself upright as Angela continued to talk.

“The hell of it is that I want to do it again!” She turned to face you then, her face lined with tension. “I lay beside you and wanted to wake you up so we could go again and I know you would! Fuck! I know this is just a fling for you and it feels like a fling for me but...I thought I left these behind me a long time ago.”

She let her head drop, her voice suddenly small and fragile.

“I guess I really am just as bad as him.”

This was the moment for you to say something but you didn’t know what to say. You could lie and pretend this was something more or give her the hard truth and hope that she would accept it.