1. Sometimes You Just Can't Refuse


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: onlyanalias, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    A shaft of bright sunlight stung my eyes when I opened them. I turned my face away from it and blinked around the strange bedroom. My head ached and my shoulder was stiff as if I had slept with my arm twisted under me. I was naked under a sheet on a queen bed. I searched my memory of where I was and how I got here. It all came back to me when she came into the room, carrying a tray with two mugs of coffee and a plate of Danish, and put it on the bedside table. Her dressing gown was nearly transparent and showed the outline of her body, like a nude statue in a fog. She was tall and skinny, so thin her thighs didn’t meet at the top. Her hair was wavy and yellow in the morning light and her skin was white as a bathtub. She smiled and said, “Good morning.” I mumbled “Good morning” and raised myself to lean against the headboard. I could smell the coffee. It almost made me salivate, but first I had to pee. I found my shorts tangled in the sheet at the foot of the bed and pulled them on under the sheet. As I headed for the open bathroom door I felt as embarrassed as a schoolgirl caught with her hand in her panties. I recalled the previous night, and the party, a singles mixer hosted by the apartment complex where my friend Steve lived. He invited me and I went, hoping to get lucky. I had no luck, though, although I mixed with enthusiasm and talked with several women. Then Steve appeared with two women, a young attractive one with long black hair and eager blue eyes, and a tall ...
    mousey blond who could have been old enough to be her mother. Steve introduced me to them, but that morning my hung-over brain couldn’t remember their names. The four of us ended up in Steve’s one-bedroom apartment to continue the party. I remembered Steve taking me aside and whispering, “You gotta go. Take her home.” “What the fuck?” I said. “I can’t drive. I can barely walk. I’ll crash on the couch.” “No, you can’t. She won’t fuck with her friend here. You two gotta go!” I recalled how angry I had been. Not only had Steve got the hot girl, he tossed me out in the cold. I flushed, threw cold water on my face, dried off, and went back to the bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed eating a lemon Danish and smiling. We had left Steve’s last night and walked here to her apartment in another building. She had invited me to stay and I accepted, fearing if I got stopped by the cops driving home I would be in a world of trouble. I figured I would crash on her couch until I was sober enough to drive home. She insisted that I sleep in her bed. “Don’t be silly,” she had said. “That couch is uncomfortable.” I had followed her into the bedroom. The walls were pink and the furniture was pale oak. While she was in the bathroom I stripped to my shorts and climbed into bed. She came out wearing a sheer shorty nightgown and panties and got in next to me. I wanted desperately to sleep but she wanted to talk. I couldn’t be rude; after all, she had offered me a place to crash when my ...
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