Wake Up

I came to in my own apartment, inside my bed. Was it a dream? Looking down at my arm, I saw the marks from the girl’s nails. I got up quickly and checked the mirror. Sure enough, I had a giant bite mark, and several dark hickies on my neck. I quickly covered them with makeup.

I went back and sat on my bed. The red glare of my alarm clock said 6:25 AM. My boyfriend, Jamie, works the night shift. He’ll be home soon. What could I even tell him?

When I thought about Jamie coming home, another thought appeared. Even though I was panicking, my mind was quickly filled with the shouting of a single urge.

“I want to have sex!”

We had never done it right after he got home. I’m usually asleep until ten o’clock. Nonetheless I waited on the bed in a pair of lingerie, until he got home at 7 o’clock.

He walked in the door and put his bag down on the kitchen counter. He walked into the bedroom to change, and gasped when he saw me sitting up.

Jamie had been my boyfriend for three years, ever since high school. He was just over five feet tall, with shoulder length black hair. His body was skinny, with olive skin and just a tiny bit of fuzz under the arms. I’d always loved how smooth and soft his skin was. He was without a doubt the cutest guy I’d ever seen. It made me want to spoil him, in a motherly way.

I smiled at him and spread my legs. My lace white panties were stained. I had been idly humping a pillow while waiting for him to arrive.

Seeing this, he quickly undressed, and fumbled in the dresser for a condom.

A strange thought popped into my head as I saw him holding the bright green package.