Page 134 of Driftwood Daffodil

This asshole was gonna wake up wasn’t he? Ugh, I didn’t have the energy for awkward next morning conversation. I preferred to save that for my well-earned walk of shame. At least I’d get to check that off my list. So there was that.

I let out a sigh.

It was probably better if I laid here and pretended to be asleep until this idiot woke up and snuck away from me. Then I could avoid the post sex questions. It wasn’t like I could give the guy any tips. I didn’t remember anything. I didn’t feel anything either. I should feel something, right?

If I did lose my virginity then surely I’d be sore. Everyone was always saying how much their first time hurt – well not everyone… Memphis. And given the hole his virginity was taken from, pain was kind of expected. But still…

I took a second to search my body for foreign sensations. Other than my toes being unusually warm and not hanging off the bed, everything felt normal. Weird but normal.

I thought about opening my eyes, but then I ran the risk of altering whoever I was with to the fact that I was awake. This sucked.

Way to get yourself in a predicament Nova.

It would really help if I knew who was in this bed with me though.

Alright, let’s do this shit.

I slowly fluttered my lids open.

Apparently I wasn’t just laying on someone, I was under the sheet and they were naked. I knew this because the first thing I saw when my eyes adjusted, was the head of a very large, and very hard, angry looking penis. On the upside there was no way I would not feel any place in my body where that thing entered. So my virginity was still intact. My dignity on the other hand…

There was nothing like knowing the naked man you woke up next to didn’t touch you, to crush the ego.

“Talk about insulting.”

The dick staring me down did a little jump, making my eyes narrow.

Could that thing hear me? Should I talk to it? Would that calm down that angry vein? What did people do in this scenario? Surely I wasn’t the only girl who found herself in this situation. Not that I would know, I didn’t have any girlfriends. And Veda’s social life was nonexistent. Never thought I’d miss talking to Cindy.

Okay, I could figure this out.

Maybe it was like a rabid animal thing? I could offer that thing a treat while saying stuff like ‘who’s a good penis’, and slowly back away before it bit me. That could work, right?

I eyed the thick head and pondered my options.

That thing was seriously scary. How did guys walk around with something like that hanging between their legs? It looked like it was ready to attack. Then again I was laying on a strange man thinking about talking to his junk so there was a solid argument that I was the crazy one here.

I really needed to stop drinking.

Well, I guess it’s time to face the music.

Ever so carefully, I peeled myself off Giant Member Man, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. It took some time – I would never again underestimate the complex maneuvers of unwrapping one's leg from another’s – but my plan worked. I successfully unfurled my body from his, without waking him up, and slipped out from under the covers.

That’s when everything went to hell.

The second I saw Gio’s face, I screamed.

Who could blame me? There were a lot of things I could accept–unplanned teenage pregnancy, and a horrible unsatisfying career in the customer service industry–but wakingup next to Gio Mancini was not one of them. Especially not a naked Gio Mancini.

And what did my shock get me… a shriek that Gio made when he was jarred awake by my scream. Which would’ve been funny if it wasn’t followed by a angrily grumbled, “What the fuck are you doing in my bed.”

After which he promptly kicked me out of said bed.

Now I was used to taking a tumble in my sleep – my bed wasn’t big – but Gio’s was a lot taller than mine. I had enough time to curse my existence before I slammed down on the floor. Hard. All the air was knocked out of my lungs as my hip clacked off the wooden surface.

However, I did take the bedding with me, leaving Gio uncovered. And that brought a smile to my face despite the fact that I couldn’t breathe.

Life was about the small victories.

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