Daniel rolled off of her but kept his finger on her clit. Jenifer was in the midst of her sixth orgasm for that night, each one was as earth shattering as the last. She screamed out loudly, bucking herself wildly out of control.
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Jen rolled over and smiled. It was such a good dream, she thought to herself, and had to bite back a laugh as she thought about something like that happening for real. She had no clue how she would feel if she knew that she did a one night stand. Her mother would probably be rolling around in her grave thinking about it. With a sigh, she snuggled more into the super soft white sheets, too exhausted to think that this bed was unusually alot more comfortable than hers, that the soft snoring behind her was not from Ella's room, or that the reason she was so exhausted was for some other reason than a hard day . . .
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Jenifer woke up for the second time that morning and tried to stretch, only to feel a hand securely pinning her down. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Ella must have came home and decided to sleep with her, and unfortunately, Ella was a huge cuddler, in her sleep and out.
About to turn to tell her friend off, Jen realized something she was surprised that she hadn't noticed before. This wasn't her room.
The walls, a pale blue, had while crown molding and looked brand new. In the corner of the room was a mahogany dresser, a floor to ceiling mirror in a corner of the room but it wasn't facing her, clothes strewn everywhere on the floor as if thrown off in a hurry. The slightly cold breeze across her shoulder made her realize that she was naked.
Then she came to her final and maybe most important revelation of all; that the hand around her waist was alot bigger than Ella, and while Ella's hand was not exactly baby soft, it wasn't as calloused as this one.
'What the hell was going on?' she thought to herself. Turning slightly, trying her best to not wake the huge figure spooning her, she looked into the most handsome face possible, the one from her dreams, and she couldn't help but release a slight gasp. The guy groaned slightly and tightened his hold on her, but didn't wake up. She released a shaky breath, grateful for being able to avoid that awkward moment.
That thought pushed her further into thinking. What exactly would this hotshot do if he woke up and saw plain old ordinary her in his bed? There was one of four things;
1) He would act like a jerk and completely freak out, tell her nasty things until she cried and left, or complain about last nights performance in which she did nothing much.
2) He would completely ignore her until she left and that would be the last she heard of him.
3) He would nicely tell her he had a girlfriend and that the precious night was a complete mistake and that he had been completely drunk and sorry that it happened.
4) He would apologize and they would have breakfast and talk it over like the mature adults they were.
The final option almost made her crack a rib. She covered her mouth to stifle the giggles thinking about how anyone on the outside looking in would see a super confused black girl giggling like an idiot in the arms of what could very well be a white sleeping NAKED supermodel. This seemed to make her want to laugh louder.
When she was sure that she was all done, she did the first thing she could think of. Grabbing all her clothes, ignoring the CLUNK sound as something fell unto the floor, she fled, bare-butt down out the bedroom, down the hall and out the door where she realized her stupidity and tried to let herself back into the apartment
Of course, with luck like hers, it had somehow locked itself after she left. Rolling her eyes, she dressed outside the door before doubling over with laughter, not being able to help herself, knowing very well that this was not what a normal person would be doing in a situation like hers.
