When Isabel woke up Mark was coming out of the master bedroom's bathroom having just showered. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, the rest of him damp and glistening. "Hey," he said.
"Last night," she started, but the emotions were still a chaotic mess in her sleep deprived brain. How could she articulate the mix of guilt, shame, and satisfaction she felt? She knew she should regret what happened, but she didn't.
After a few seconds where she didn't continue, Mark said, "What happened last night was me helping you through a bad situation. We don't ever have to talk about it, but I wanted you to know I think we did what we had to, and... and that's all it meant. And... it was a good thing. Right?"
"Yes. I feel the same," Isabel said, intellectually on board with what happened being an almost medical necessity. However, she was also aware that she was naked under the covers and that they had slept with their arms around each other all night. That had not been strictly necessary, but it had been wonderful.
He smiled, came over and kissed her on the lips. He said, "I love you."
She caressed his cheek to keep their faces close, and looked into his eyes. "I love you too."
In minutes he was dressed and gone to work. Isabel just lay in bed. Her mind replayed the events of the night before. Her brother had fucked her with a black rubber dildo while she jerked him off and ultimately let him cum in her mouth. Only the mix of penetration and semen seemed to sate the overwhelming lust that had come over her.
What had caused it?
Isabel got up and took a shower. Her pussy was a little puffy from all the pounding it had taken. She might have orgasmed four or five times in the span of a half hour. The intensity of the memory left her weak in the knees. She gently cleaned her crotch and then luxuriated for a long time, letting the hot water work into her muscles and release any remaining tension. She got out and stretched naked, feeling more comfortable in her body than she ever had before. Her hips felt loose as did her legs and back. Her breasts were slightly sensitive and she was overtly aware of smells and sounds and sensations. It all processed in her mind, making her feel somehow completely present.
I guess this is what they mean when they tell someone they need to get laid. Except I didn't really get laid, did I? We got each other off.
The morning got away from her and she rushed to make her appointed tour at NYU. It was a flurry of activity and the tour was of all the various buildings in and around Washington Square Park. It was nice, but she found it hard to concentrate. What had been important in her life just 24 hours ago, seemed inconsequential now.
Watching the other prospective students she had sudden intuitions about them. She knew who was having their period, who was stressed, who had smoked pot. She could tell which parents were tense or hung over, and she was sure one older dad had the hots for her even though he barely came near her.
What is going on with me? Is this connected to last night? Maybe I'm going crazy?
The tour stopped at a cafeteria and the tour guide said, "Grab some grub and meet here in a half hour." Which got Isabel thinking about what she'd eaten.
Last night they had pizza for dinner and then later she'd eaten one of the chocolate covered strawberries. She recalled the note from Aunt Maddie, who was desperate for cousin Linda and her husband to start making babies.
What a bizarre coincidence? It was a coincidence right? Might her aunt have laced the strawberries with some kind of drug?
She'd never heard of anything that could cause such a powerful reaction, but then again she was far from well versed in any of this. The limit of her sexual experience before the prior night was little more than kissing Jimmy McCalister in sophomore year, and a deep and abiding grinding based relationship with her Mister Bunny plushie. She had no idea what kind of drugs - legal or illegal - were available to excite that kind of physical reaction.
Isabel got into her own head as the day wore on. Even though she and Mark had cleared the air that morning, she didn't know what to expect as the truth of what they had done settled in. She returned to the apartment with a deep sense of unease.
Alone there, she tried to watch TV, but found herself far too distracted. She started to text Linda, but what would she say or how could she ask her if her mother had ever spiked anything else with "super horny drugs"? Besides, what she really needed was advice about what she'd done with her own brother - and there was no soul on Earth she could tell. She felt suddenly and painfully alone.
Isabel paced around the apartment, she nibbled at her fingernails, and finally went back outside to walk around the city. She needed to burn off energy. The late afternoon city streets were buzzing with people bustling from work - the sheer volume of humanity present in Manhattan was crazy. They all moved so fast and with such purpose, but she needed that motion as well as the presence of so many people while still being completely anonymous and alone. Her feet ate up the streets and avenues and she moved in a big circle, arriving back just as the sun was setting.
Mark was there and said, "I was worried when you weren't here, everything okay?"
"I really needed to clear my head."
He was quiet for a moment and then said, "Okay, yeah I get it."
She looked at him standing near the dining room table. He was in his work attire, a button down shirt and jeans. The barest hint of stubble had grown along his square jaw and he looked at her almost expectantly. The increased presence she'd been experiencing told her that Mark was anxious and more than a little focused on her. It was not like she could read his mind, but rather his emotions and even that was less reading and more of an inference based on all the things she could sense now, which normally would be beyond her perception. It's what she imagined animals did - why your dog was waiting at the door for you when you came home, or became excited when you were feeling worried or angry. She synthesized all of this to somehow know Mark had spent the day on edge thinking about her and the future they created through their actions the night before.
Despite all of that, there remained one burning question in her mind. Isabel said, "I wish I knew why I got like that."
"I've never heard of anything like it," he said as he lifted something up to his mouth. She saw with sudden dread that it was one of the chocolate covered strawberries. What's worse, he'd already taken a bite.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"I was hungry. We should get dinner."
She took a deep breath. "I just... I think those might have..."
He looked confused, "What? Linda said we could have them, right?"
Isabel shook her head. "Yes, but... I think there might be something in them - I thought about it all day. Why it happened, why I got like... that."
"Okay?"
"And the strawberries? The note from Aunt Maddie? Lynda said she wanted them to have a baby?"
He looked at the strawberry. "You think this made you want to..."
"Need. Need to. Mark it was so crazy intense. Seriously I had NO control. Otherwise..."
He put the berry down and came over to her. "Hey hey, just keep it in perspective okay? We did not cross the line."
Isabel thought of his cock in her mouth. "We for sure did."
"Okay, we crossed A line, but not THE line."
She shook her head, wanting what he said to be true, but not fully buying it yet.
