One Night Stand With The Alpha

Saturday 22nd June 1991 - Daniel

I woke up before Marlene and decided it was better for me to get up than to remain in bed beside her.

There were things on my mind that I had never expected to think about, and the fact she still smelled like me was messing with my head.

When I asked her to lunch yesterday, this had not been my intention.

I wanted to get to know her; s*x was the last thing on my mind.

But here she was: a beautiful, naked woman in my bed smelling so f*****g divine that I could barely tear myself away from her.

She was so much more than I could ever have imagined when I first saw her, and I couldn’t stand the thought that she might leave here and decide she regretted this.

There was a spark between us, and we may not have been destined for a happy life together, but I just couldn’t let her go.

She began to stir beside me and I tore my eyes away from her because if she woke up feeling anything close to what I was right now we would not have a productive day.

After last night I figured she would appreciate breakfast, anyway.

And there may have been an element of wanting to impress her - something that I wasn’t even trying to deny anymore.

She was a stunningly attractive, intelligent, fascinating woman and if she was like me things would have been so different. I would have asked her to come back with me without a second thought.

But she wasn’t like me.

She was human, and that meant this could never be more than what we had now.

I just couldn’t shake the idea that what we had now shouldn’t have to end.

Not while it was still possible…

Things didn’t have to be permanent.

Feelings like this were ephemeral: we could accept that, and enjoy this brief moment of wonderful connection; or we could let it pass us by and, maybe, regret it for the rest of our lives.

I kept on convincing myself that it wasn’t a ridiculous idea as I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went to make our food. Eggs, bacon, toast - nothing fancy. But I tried my best to cook them well, and she emerged from my bedroom before I had finished cooking, so I suppose the smell must have been appetizing enough to draw her out.

She was wearing my t-shirt from the night before, and it was like a dress on her - it made her look fragile, and the way she smelled now she was wearing one of my tops was making it extremely difficult not to forget about the food and drag her back to bed.

She yawned and stretched her hands above her head so that the bottom of the top was raised and revealed more of her thighs.

My heart was thundering, and I span around to look back at the stove.

It was partly so that I didn’t end up burning the things, but I was also embarrassed that she didn’t have to do anything more than walk into the kitchen to get me hard and I was cursing the fact I didn’t think of that when I chose to wear sweatpants because there was no way she would just not notice.

“I thought you would be hungry.”

I didn’t turn to look at her, but I heard her pull the chair out from the kitchen table and sit down.

“You didn’t have to make me anything… I wasn’t so generous when you stayed with me.”

“I don’t have house mates breathing down my neck.”

Just an insufferable younger brother who I did not want to find out about this situation.

Thankfully, thinking of Karl made it easy to control my urges, and I was able to turn around with the finished plates of food without looking like some kind of insatiable p*****t.

“Isn’t it considered an extreme sport to cook bacon shirtless?”

“I like to live dangerously.” I smiled and set her plate down in front of her.

She would never know just how true that was.

I sat down opposite her and focused on my food so that she didn’t distract me again.

She glanced around the kitchen and I stood up so quickly that I nearly knocked the entire table over.

“f**k… you’re thirsty. I forgot to get you a drink.”

Because I was fantasizing about being between your thighs…

“Don’t worry about it,” she laughed, and stood up so that I had to stare down at my plate again, “you made the food, making some coffee or something is the least I can do.”

I finished my food and pushed the plate away while she was making the coffee.

When she put the cup of fresh coffee down on the table in front of me I did everything in my power to take in the strong scent of the stuff so that I was not completely out of my mind thinking of the things Marlene did to me last night.

She sat back down opposite me, and it felt like an important moment. This was it… the moment I had to decide whether I was going to take the biggest chance of my life and ask her to give our relationship a chance, or if I was willing to let her go without even asking.

I kept my eyes on the cup.

She was sipping at her own coffee as she finished her food, and every single move she made was making me terrified of asking her the question that was not going to leave my mind until I had built up the courage to get the words out.

“I suppose this means I am no longer a regrettable one-night stand, at least?”

She smiled warmly at my question.

“Yes, I suppose it does.”

“I would like you to consider making this a less casual arrangement…”

Christ - if she didn’t think that there was something wrong with me before, she would definitely think so after that.

I don’t think I could have made it seem like a less appealing prospect, and she spat her drink out into the cup when I asked.

She was shocked, I think, rather than being disgusted or amused.

“Daniel…”

“… I know that this can’t last forever, but I would rather enjoy my summer with you than screwing around with people I have no connection with. I wasn’t looking for something like this, but it makes sense to me. I can show you around the city while you settle in here, and you will be far better company to me than anyone else I might encounter here...”

… because I had never wanted to smell myself on a human before her, and I would never find myself overwhelmed by that urge again.

“I don’t know… this isn’t the kind of relationship I have had before. But I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, and I have enjoyed the physical side of things.”

She was blushing. The thought of sleeping with me made her blush.

“At least think about it? I haven’t ever had a relationship like this before, either. I just thought it would d be stupid of me not to ask.”

She chewed nervously on her lip, and I thought she might tell me she never wanted to see me again, but when she looked at me she seemed determined.

“I moved here because I didn’t want to live the life everybody thought I should have. This is new, and scary, and… it might be a terrible idea. But… I am willing to give it a chance.”