I awake the next morning with a start. It is early, so very early.
The mixed emotions from what would seem to be the oddest night of my life seem muted by the pounding headache that cannot be ignored. Fuck! How much had a drank last night? The answer seemed simple: too much. I also quickly realized how cold I was. Apparently Jeff thought that the one flannel blanket would be enough for the night. You make out with a guy and he leaves you on the couch with a single blanket and no pillows.
The headache and the shivering can only keep my mind from the real issue that I had kissed, not only a dude, but also a friend and co-worker that I would be seeing at least five days a week until my year contract comes to an end months later.
"It happens," I think to myself. "I was drunk. A one-time deal," Except I couldn't even believe myself. Being held like I was last night by Jeff was entirely different from any escapade I had been a part of before. His strong arms wrapped around me... I felt safe, so protected. At that time I had felt that everything was going to be okay.
Spying the clock on the wall that read quarter past six, I adjust the morning hard-on trapped in my boxer briefs. As my stiff cock rubs against my inner thigh my mind wonders back to the girl dressed in leather that I had met on the dance floor.
**I pictured that night as it could have been. Taking her back to my house, she still acting her part as the dominant seductress.