This is Part Two of a two-part story.
* When I awoke in the morning, I was alone in Dave's bedroom. Light was pouring through both of the room's windows, neither of which was covered by a blind or curtain. It must have been about 7:30. I stood up, and spying my reflection in the mirror above the dresser, I realized I was naked except for my bra, the cups of which were still tucked under my breasts.
As my brain slowly pieced together all of the details of the previous night and attempted to explain my solitary presence in a place that I'd never before seen in the harshness of day, my reflection exposed me in a starker psychological light than I was prepared to view myself. In short, reality hit me like a jab to the nose.
I had just slept with my professor, the man who had personally championed me and my work, and who was undoubtedly one of the most respected individuals at the entire university.
More than that, this was no simple, one-night stand. Dave was a wounded man, and as with any wound, when you peel back the bandages, the exposed flesh isn't always terribly pretty. I had no idea how last night might play itself out today, much less further into the future.
I was studying my naked form in the mirror, trying to decide how conspicuous both my best attributes and worst flaws looked in the daylight. And then, I felt a trickle of fluid running down my inner thigh, and that revelation prompted a truly unpleasant recollection -- I hadn't used birth control last night! Dave's cum was still inside me, or more accurately, some of it was inside me, and some of it was running out of my pussy and down my leg!
I spotted a box of tissues on the dresser, so I quickly grabbed one and wiped up the semen and threw the tissue in a waste basket next to the dresser. I grabbed a handful of fresh tissues for another impending disaster that seemed certain to befall me in the very near future.
Then, I thought about my dilemma, specifically the not so clear, but present danger that I could become pregnant. I tried to remember when I had had my last period, and then I did the math. I was trying, however unrealistically, to calculate the odds.
Luckily, I was a millennial, and I was reminded that those of us born so late in the 20
th
Century had been gifted with so much of modern science's technological and innovative wizardry. Much of that wizardry might have had the potential to save older generations from some serious problems, one example of which, I now acknowledged, might just be able to save my sorry ass from an unplanned pregnancy. I had never taken "the Morning After" pill, but I resolved that I would change that reality that very day.
As I began musing about the precise location of a pharmacy within walking distance of Dave's house that was likely to carry the stuff, I heard the subtle creak of floorboards in the hallway, and afraid that I would be caught fully exposed, I scrambled back to the bed and crawled in quickly, tissues in hand.
Just as I had hidden myself under the covers, Dave entered the room. He was fully dressed and carrying the same tray and stand on which he'd schlepped our delicious meal from the previous night, except that this morning, it was loaded down with various sliced, fresh fruits; assorted containers of yogurt and granola; and two carafes, one filled with hot, strong coffee and the other chilled apple cider, as well as plates, silverware, napkins and cream and sugar for the coffee. I swear he was the most considerate man I've ever met.
I feigned sleep, but pretended that Dave's entrance had awakened me. I looked up at him smiling and pretended to rub the sleep from my eyes. Then, I sat up and started to stretch my arms, neck, and back, while I held the bedcovers to my exposed breasts.
Dave smiled back at me, "How's my newly minted scholar this morning?"
"I'm good! I slept like a rock! What have we here?" I asked as he set the tray down on its stand next to my side of the bed.
"I thought you might like some breakfast. You worked hard last night!" There it was! At least he wasn't going to act like it hadn't happened, though I thought it odd that he'd characterized sex as "work."
"So did you!" I said stupidly. Then, I paused for a moment, waiting for him to say something else. I should have known better. Then, I reconsidered; maybe the "hard" work he was referencing meant the counsel I'd offered him, not sex. But either way, I decided if he wasn't going to talk, I would delicately tiptoe my way toward what I perceived to be the crux of the matter, "Are we okay, Dave? Last night was... well, just so... I don't know... I... I guess I'm just hoping it won't change things between us." I could barely articulate anything that I thought I should say.
"Why would it do that?"
"Uh... because we had
sex
!"
He smiled. "Look, Lily, I know that we need to talk about what happened, but for now, why don't we just have some breakfast? I thought all women -- and in my experiences, beautiful women in particular -- love to be served breakfast in bed. And there's no denying
your
beauty!" He kissed me, and I blushed. He was always making me blush. "I promise when we're done eating, we can talk. Okay?" he asked.
I shook my head, so he climbed up next to me on the edge of the bed, and then, when I pulled the covers more tightly to my breasts, he realized that in the bright morning light, I was embarrassed to be almost completely naked in his presence. "I need to use the bathroom anyway, so why don't I give you a chance to get dressed," he said politely.
"Thank you. I appreciate that." He got up and walked into the bathroom, and I pushed my tits back into my bra and found my panties, blouse, and skirt folded carefully on a chair next to the dresser. My jacket was hanging over the back of the chair, and my heels were underneath it. I quickly donned my panties, tucking the spare tissues into the crotch, and then I slipped on my skirt and my blouse. I was just sitting down on the bed when he came back into the room.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Yes, I guess I'm being kind of prudish after last night, considering what I... Let's just say, I'm not usually that... vocal."
"Thank god you were!" He paused and waited for my reaction, but I was too embarrassed to say anything, so he continued, "Look, Lily, I've reconsidered; maybe we
should
talk now. Breakfast can wait for a couple of minutes, can't it? How about if I go first?" I shook my head sheepishly.
"Lily, I'm an old guy, probably pretty decrepit in your eyes, and you, well, you're far too pretty and, let's face it, too young to be with a man like me, but, I'll get to that later. Lily, I really want you to know this. I don't think that I can ever thank you enough for what you did for me last night. I mean that sincerely, and I want to emphasize, I am
not
