Rebound by Rosemary Rey

so badly. I
looked around hoping that my eyes would adjust to the limited
lighting. I found a stream of light coming from the end of the
curtain.
    I lifted up my body, reclining on my
elbows, and heard light breathing beside me. I startled and
scrambled out of the strange bed. It was definitely a man in the
bed. There is only one man I would’ve gone home with last night,
and that was Dashing. I knew my girls would never let me go home
with a complete stranger. I hoped Dashing was the sleeping giant in
the bed. It took me a few seconds to think through the events of
last night, which led me to this very moment. I remembered Doctor
Dashing dancing provocatively with me. I also remembered the
mortifying moment when I told him that he could take me home and
fuck me. Did he fuck me? And I missed it?
    I remembered that I cut my shin. He
said he would stitch me up. I couldn’t remember what happened
next.
    I looked down at what I was wearing.
By the feel, size and length, I seemed to be wearing a man’s
undershirt. It was super soft. I reached for the collar and sniffed
it. A light lavender scent tickled my nose. Underneath the shirt, I
felt my bra and panties fully in place on my body. I touched my
panties at my fold and it was dry. A sighed in relief that I hadn’t
had sex. I wanted to fuck him completely sober. I didn’t want to
forget any second of the experience. Good or bad, I wanted to be
with him and revel in the experience.
    I leaned in and looked to confirm that
it was Dashing. His face was turned away from me. The physical size
of the sleeping giant was consistent with his body. I poked at his
shoulder hoping that he would turn his face toward me. He didn’t.
He snuggled deeper into the bed, burrowing his body in the
mattress.
    The need to urinate overtook me. I
walked toward the bedroom door, which was left slightly ajar. I
walked into the living room on a quest for a toilet. It was also
dark in the living room, but could see the outline of sunlight
around the drapes. I walked over to the long heavy drapes and
peeled it back, allowing the sunlight to blaze into the living
room. I couldn’t tell the time from the dawning of the sun. My eyes
hadn’t adjusted to the brightness. When they adjusted, I saw that
we we’re very high up. The view was spectacular. From the location
of the building, I could tell we were in midtown Boston. I could
see so many landmarks, and the view of the water was
spectacular.
    I could no longer hold my urine, and
turned around to continue seeking the bathroom. When I looked up, I
saw Dashing standing before me. He was bare chested, a dusting of
trimmed hair on his chest, and he was wearing boxers. God, he
looked so sexy. The pressure in my bladder was replaced with my
flip-flopping stomach and aroused sex. The nerves traveled up to my
throat. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I wrapped my arms around
myself in an attempt to cover my body. I crossed my legs to
withhold the urine that dared drip from between my legs.
    “ Hi.” He said with a
smile.
    “ Hi. I have to go to the
bathroom,” I said self-consciously.
    “ Oh, yeah. It’s right
behind me,” he turned and pointed to the door behind him. I walked
gingerly on my tip toes toward the door very aware of the dull ache
on my left leg. I closed the door as soon as I got into the
bathroom. I sat down on the toilet, the tension released as I
urinated. Relieving myself after a long night of drinking was
almost as good as an orgasm. Almost.
    I washed my hands. I looked around the
bathroom. A pretty little half bath with marbled tile throughout
the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh, God, I looked
horrible. Note to self: never drink again. My face was puffy. The
makeup from last night was caked and streaked in parts on my face.
My black, curly hair was frizzy and wild around my head. I turned
on the cold water, pulled up the stopper, and let the cold water
collect in the sink. After turning off the water, I dunked my