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Grace
Oh god, what did I do last night? I wonder as I slowly wake up and start putting together the pieces.
There’s an ache building behind my eyes and my mouth is dry, my tongue sandpapery. My muscles feel like they’re starting to cramp like I’ve been lying in one position for too long.
I try to roll over, but there’s this incredibly heavy weight across my stomach preventing me from moving.
What the hell?
I try to roll over again and the soft snoring beside me turns into a deep grunt. The heavy weight lifts and the bed beneath me shifts.
I peek my eyes open and jerk back. There’s a giant of a man sleeping beside me, and he just rolled over onto his back.
My heart races behind my ribs. What did I do? How did I get here?
I glance around the room, trying to get my bearings. I can tell from a glance it’s definitely not my room, it’s too big, too clean, and this bed is gigantic. It must be his. Though there’s a poster of Britney Spears tacked on the wall which is just confusing as hell.
Did I do him?
I look down at myself. There’s a white sheet tangled around my knees, but otherwise I’m uncovered. I’m wearing the shirt I wore to the club last night and my panties.
That’s it.
The club. Now it’s coming back to me. I went to the club last night with my childhood best friend, Mandy, and the ring girls she works with. I haven’t had a night out in like six months or so, and Mandy just recently moved back from California. Maybe I had just a little too much to drink last night.
I glance over at the guy snoring peacefully next to me.
Yeah, I definitely overdid it. He’s so big, he’s like the very definition of overdid.
Did I sleep with him? I rack my brain trying to pull up the memory, but if I did sleep with him I can’t remember it. There are just flashes of things. The colorful strobe lights, the music pumping. Dancing, laughter.
Kisses.
I squeeze my knees together as I remember some intense sensations. Whatever we did last night it was good, too good. I’ve never felt such things before. Flashes of intense, throbbing pressure and my fingers clawing at his head.
Fuck. Don’t tell me I had my first orgasm and I don’t even get to remember it.
I peek over at him again, he’s still sleeping peacefully beside me.
He’s so… My eyes roam over him from head to toe. Massive.
What did he say his name was? Oh, yeah, now I remember—Max.
Max is gorgeous. I roll over to my side and hold my breath, waiting for my movements to wake him.
He keeps on sleeping.
I don’t know why but I feel like I already know his body, and I have the strongest urge to get reacquainted with it.
Scooting closer, I drink in his face. Smooth forehead, straight nose, and a thick brown-black beard that I remember tickling my thighs.
Oh god, how did his beard tickle my thighs? Unless….
I shove that fantasy away and continue my visual exploration. He’s tall and strong, built like a tank. He’s got the kind of muscles that can’t be simply chalked up to genetics, you know he works hard for them.
