Disclaimer: This story is fantasy and contains descriptions of sex and other adult situations. If you are not an adult, or those ain't your kind of situations, then read no further.
All persons, places, and events in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to existing persons, places, and events, past or present, is entirely coincidental.
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Author's note: Had this idea in my head when I woke up this morning... with, well, the wood.
I'm not proud.
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David realized he was awake when he noticed the familiar sensation of tightness in his boxer briefs. He'd been dreaming about... something, it was already beyond his reach, and he sighed. It seemed too early to be awake, from the light; he'd probably woken before his alarm went off again. That was the worst. He didn't want to get up, but knew he'd just be drifting back to sleep when it would ring and jerk him back out.
He shifted, and his cock throbbed against the fabric. Anyway, trying to get back to sleep with a stiffy was always a losing battle.
Morning wood, David thought, the least welcome erection. He reached under the covers and shifted the boxers down over his hips, letting it spring free. Usually if he could just keep it from touching anything—his underwear, the sheets—the spontaneous cockstand would go away in a few minutes and he could fall back to sleep. Yeah. It was the weeekend anyway, and he'd been out pretty late the night before. Sleeping in was just what the doctor ordered. He slid the boxers down to a comfortable position on his thighs, and rolled over to the right, and his hand brushing against the thick blonde hair of the woman who was sleeping next to him, snoring softly—
What the fuck??
David slammed his mouth shut before the yell could escape. He'd been lying in bed with a woman this whole time??
Who the hell was she? Had they...?
Fuck, where had he been last night, anyway?
He remembered getting out of a cab, helping someone else out... that must have been her. And the cab was taking them home from... a bar? No, it was more like a show of some kind: round tables, spotlights, a stage... and they'd been there late, like, after everyone else had gone, and he remembered how lovely she'd looked, sitting in the spotlight, her hair gleaming and her big green eyes open wide as she watched the show intently, and her smooth shoulders exposed by her dress...
David hadn't drawn his hand away, his knuckles were lying against her back, feeling the warmth of her soft skin as she breathed deeply in sleep. She seemed as undressed as he was, but he had no memory of sex the previous night; just cab, then bed, then awake... David forced his thoughts back in time, back to the show.
Where had they been before? A drink at a bar up the block, that's where they'd met. She'd walked in the door and he'd been seated already, he'd liked her smile, friendly hug... nice to meet you in person, they'd both said, and laughed, because they'd...
That was it: they'd swiped right on each other. Maia, 27—That same sparkling smile and those big green eyes with the sun streaming down on her face on a ski hill somewhere.
Maia! Of course. That's wild: how could he have forgotten? The brain did funny things in the morning. And... well, it was a little funny they'd gone back to his place and shared a bed after the first date, yet they hadn't gone any further.
Had they? David was sure he'd have remembered.
Anyway... here she was in bed with him, soft and warm and beautifully naked. His erection wasn't going anywhere, after all. His urge was to snuggle up behind her, put his arm around her body and pull her into him... but, well, he didn't recall where they'd left it. If they'd gone straight to sleep after their first date, they were either more exhausted than made any sense from a simple night out, drunk as fuck—which he certainly would have felt the morning after—or...
Well. Sex wasn't in the cards yet. David considered that, smiling at his predicament. Sorry, buddy, he mentally addressed his dick as it twitched again, Wrong place, wrong time. He settled on the pillow, admiring the early light playing on Maia's hair, and soon his eyes were getting heavy again.
David drifted back off to sleep, cockstand notwithstanding.
Maia woke up and realized she'd been drooling in her sleep. She felt the wetness where her cheek lay on the pillow. She groaned, annoyed; this seemed to happen whenever she stayed up late, she had no idea why.
She turned away from the wet spot, reaching up to wipe her face, and her hand touched... something. It was warm, and soft, and it was connected to the gentle snoring sound that was—
FUCK!
Maia's whole body jerked in reflexive alarm, but she managed not to cry out. Her heart was suddenly pounding, and if she'd been at any risk of falling back to sleep ten seconds ago, that risk was long gone. She turned her head to the left and stared wide-eyed at the oblivious face of the handsome guy snoozing right next to her.
...David, right? The name floated in a bubble, strangely devoid of context.
What was David doing in her bed?
Wait. Maia glanced around the room. Wrong light. Windows in the wrong places. Not her bed—this was his bed.
What was she doing in David's bed??
She crinkled her brow, trying to remember. The previous night was unreasonably hazy, like the times when you stop counting how many you've had and when the barman suggests another it just seems like a great idea, and you don't quite remember how you got home but are just glad you did it safely... but she hadn't fucked up that badly since she was, what? Nineteen?
No, they hadn't been drinking, but they... Had she fucked him last night? Maia's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to stifle a laugh. She couldn't even remember! What the fuck?!
But she was pretty sure they hadn't. She was in her panties, the rest of her clothes were probably on the floor... she hoped. But there's no way she'd totally blank on sex. They must have just gone to bed together. After... what?
Maia remembered spotlights, and someone sitting down at their table, asking if they could join the couple, and the two of them agreed, which was weird if they were on a date. Someone else was... mopping the floor? They must have stayed at this place past closing time. That would explain being out so late, after... what, some kind of show?
Half a giggle escaped before Maia bit her tongue, not wanting to wake David. This was ridiculous! Why was her memory so fuzzy? Had she been... like, drugged, or something? Fuck, she didn't know. Didn't seem right. She didn't remember even ordering a drink after that first one at the bar where they'd met...
Ah, right, they'd met on the app first, and texted, and David had pretty quickly asked her if she wanted to get a drink. She liked that; so many dudes just texted forever and never went for it, and, half as a joke and half to see how easy-going this guy was, she'd suggested they have the drink at Hopper's and then go down the street to... oh!
Right, the hypnosis show.
Maia rolled her eyes, and laughed at herself internally: what, had she been hypnotized to forget the whole evening?
