One night stand.



I woke up in the heat of the night, Pained by a throbbing headache and Having no memory of the last eight hours. I lay there struggling to remember what had happened the night before. My head was still spinning from the over consumption of alcohol and possibly weed, from the way my throat was feeling. I began to open my eyes, stunned an amazed I quickly noticed I was not in my own bed. I began scanning the room looking for clues as to where I could possibly be. From the collection of soft toys and the pinkie red underwear on the floor I knew it was clearly a girls room. As I began to role over with the intent of finding out the where my pants were I quickly realised I was not alone. "Oh crap I said to myself, who the hell could this person be I wondered". Slightly terrified but a little excited, I decided the best thing to do was to end my pondering and just find out. 20minutes later I still had not moved, it felt as though I was pined by a fear of uncertainty. I began to hear the formilar sound of a persons breathing pattern beginning to change as the person next to me was beginning to wake up. With a slight morning semi uncongous mown I could tell this person was clearly a she.

Still frozen by my own disbelief that I had possibly scored, judging by the physical evidence I could see from where I was. My paints were on the floor next to a small black top and I could feel that my arse was void of any underwear.

Suddenly! I felt a shiver down my spine as an unidentified arm came over me in a sleepy embracing action, overcome now by a sense of relief I began to relax again. It was becoming clear to me now that I was there by her choice and maybe at least one of us would have a recollection of what had taken place. She moved closer to me and I could now feel the warmth of her body against me. As I felt her warm breath on the back of my neck, I began to feel safe and welcome in her bed. I slowly moved my head to get a look at her hand, which was now gently resting on my belly. After 5minutes of careful study of her small fingers and beautifully manicured nails, I spotted a small scar on her index finger.

"wow... no way".
I could not believe my eyes, with a new feeling of amazement, my heart had skipped a beat.
I now knew exactly who was hugging me and I could not help but smile.

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