Another guy

Incident part 1

I saw images of what happen.

Even though they were only for seconds at a time. Although I didn’t have clue of what had happen to me.

The first image was of a figure, with beach blond curly hair. Hi eyes said more to him than he was saying, his eyes told their own story. He was gentle, stroking my face every so gently.

The next image was a muscular figure, his hair was as black as night. All I remember about his eyes were that they were black and full of hatred. He was rough, slapped me and called me his b***h for making him feel this way.

The third image I remember was something else, there was something familiar to me. It was neutral, not gentle and not rough. I felt my weight being picked up and put down in a car, driving off. I didn't know where to.

When I woke up the next morning, I was home, in my bed. I didn't know who brought me home, but I did know that I got home with someone driving me. I was dressed in my clothes that I usually sleep in, it is only a pair of shorts and a big t-shirt. 

As I stood up from my bed, I felt the hangover rushing over me and I had to sit back down. And I screamed, I was sore when I sat down. It hurt like hell.

Next thing Trevor knocked slowly on my door, not knowing if he should barge in, because of what had happened the day before. As he slowly came inside, he saw that I was hungover and had severe pain. But he didn't make eye contact with me. It was probably because of me having an orgasm in front of him.

"Are you okay?" he murmured still not looking at me.

I looked at him searching for an answer and then I told him:

"Yes, I'm just a bit hungover" and for some reason I added "And I think had s*x with someone last night because I am really sore"

Still staring him down, he looked upon me, not sure what he should say. 

It felt like the silence kept on going forever. 

Until he finally opened his mouth and said:

"I like you Rose. I like you a lot. But for some reason I have this feeling that we won't be anything more than friends."

I was very confused of his statement. In my state of shock, I didn't know what to say but all I could blurt out was:

"Did I have s*x with you?"

My eyes wide open waiting in suspense for his answer. But it wouldn't be so bad, having s*x with him. It would be nice, having him all to myself. Only the problem was that this was my first day and putting out this early would be a major flaw.

He didn't look at me. I started to get nervous, as if I had made a major mistake in my life, as if I had done something wrong.

"Well? Tell me?" I said, not wanting to wait anymore.

Was it so horrible that he didn't want to admit that he had s*x with me?

It felt like ages waiting for him to answer, but finally after, what felt like an hour he said:

"I am so sorry, but yes, I was one of them."