The One Night Stand

The Night That Started It All

She slowly opened her eyes, the sun was shinning brightly through the blinds from the window. She groaned and rolled over; she had a pounding headache. Sadly, she couldn't remember anything from the night before. She reached over to grab her glasses, but touched someone instead. She jerked up in bed, squinting her eyes to see who it was in HER bed; it appeared to be a man. The man rolled over facing her, still sleeping soundly. She shook her head, she couldn't believe she had a man in her bed, she looked around the room. Turns out it wasn't her room or her  bed- it was the man's.

She vaguely remembers being at a club with her friends. She must have had way too much to drink last night, her headache sure felt like it. She usually over does it, this has happened many times before. It didn't really phase her too much, just startled her a bit. She will give herself a round of applause though, this guy was very attractive. Way cuter than most of the guys that she sleeps with. He's a white guy, he looked to be 22 or 23. He has dirty blonde hair that is shaved on each side of his head. Which was messy from sleeping, or from the sex that they had last night, probably both.  He has gorgeous tattoos trailing down each of his arms and even on his chest from what she could see; along with silver tunnels (plugs) in his ears and a nose ring on the right side of his nose. He has a mustache and a stubbly beard that really completes his look.

She realized that she was pretty close to his face, especially if she could point out all of his features. Also considering the fact that she was practically blind without her glasses. She slowly backed off of the man and turned her head towards the side of the bed. She saw the outline of what seemed to be her glasses on the blackish looking nightstand. She reached over and grabbed them, putting them on her face. She looked back over to the attractive man, making sure his features were correct with what she saw earlier. She indeed was correct, he was gorgeous. She moved her attention back to the room; she needed to get her stuff and get out. She sighed and took in a deep breath from the air, the smell of sweat and sex hitting her nose. She gently shook her head and slowly moved out from under the blanket to get out of his bed. She saw that a lot of her clothes were scattered on the floor along with his. She quickly gathered her clothing off of the floor and put them on the bed. She quickly put her panties and bra on when she suddenly heard the man groan. She looked over and saw him sit up in the bed.

'Fuck,' she thought to herself. He looked over at her, "Oh, hey. You're already up." She cleared her throat,"Yeah....uh, I have somewhere I have to be.." He looked her up and down and nodded, "I understand." She nodded at him and put her black leggings on as well as her lavender blouse.  "You sure you don't want to stay for a little bit? I could make coffee or tea or some breakfast for ya?" He asked looking her in the eyes. She shook her head as she put on her black heels, "No thank you.." She looked around making sure she had everything. "Do you know if I had a purse with me last night..or anything else for that matter..?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't remember?" She sighs and sits on his bed, her back facing him. "No, I usually drink until I forget..I don't even remember having sex with you.."  He chuckles lightly, "Well, I know I won't forget last night, it was quite a time. Did you know that you moan pretty loud?"  She blushes a shade of red and quickly jumped to her feet, turning to face him. "Shhh!! Of course I know that..I'm embarrassed as it is.." He looked at her a bit confused, "Embarrassed?" "Don't look at me like that, just because I get wasted off my ass, doesn't mean that I don't get embarrassed about it. I'm actually really shy.." He laughed at what she said, "You? Shy? You sure weren't last night." "You don't know me alright. I just want my shit so I can leave." He sighs realizing he said something to upset her, but honestly what's new? He stands up and walks over to his dresser to get the rest of her things. She turns her head away from him trying not to blush again, because of course, he was naked. He grabs her purse off of the dresser and walks over to her, holding it out. "Here. All of your stuff should be in here." She looks at her purse then at his face. Taking her purse she sighs, "Thank you. I-uh should be going now." He walks to his closet to grab a black jacket off of one of the hangers and throws it on the bed. "Wait, take that jacket, it's cold outside." She shook her head at him. Why the hell would she want his jacket? "I'll be okay, thank you though." She walks to his bedroom door. He sighs deeply, "Lady, don't be stubborn, alright? Just take the damn jacket, I don't need it. It's supposed to be in the 60's today. Perfect fall weather." She sighs once again, "Fine. Thanks, dad," she said to him in a sarcastic way. He walks to the bed, grabs the jacket, and throws it to her. "That's daddy to you." She grabs the jacket and laughs. "I'm sure." He smirked at her, "Let me show you the way out."He looks around as his eyes lock onto  his black boxers on the floor, he walks over to them, and slips them on. He walks past her and through his bedroom door. He walks down the hallway, takes a right, and walks past the kitchen, and on to his front door. "Here you go miss," he unlocks his door, opens it for her, and bows as his arm shows her the exit. "Thank you..I appreciate it." She walks out the door and down the steps that lead to the sidewalk. He watches her walk away, smirks lightly, then closes his door.