The Morning After

Mikah learns that after such a boring routine, she’s finally getting the rush her body wants. Even if it’s from someone that she doesn’t even know. How will she react when the stranger returns for more?

The morning after is a series of short stories about a college student that has nightly flings with a stranger in her home.

Told from the first person point of view.
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Part one: The night of

My life is boring; it’s the same thing every day. I get up, go to classes, come home, sit around, do homework, and then wait around for my boyfriend to show up. We’ll sit around talk and he’ll go home. I’ll sleep then I’ll get up, go to class. Repeat, repeat, and repeat, I can’t stand it, over and over, it’s the same and I’m tired of it. I need something new…Something different.

Tonight is the same as every night, Aiden laid sleep beside me, and it was one of those nights where he was over at my place for the night. A nice change but it was still the same. I heard something strange like a rattling noise outside the window. Quietly I slipped out of the bed and reached into the closet, pulling out one of Aiden’s baseball bats, a heavy sturdy wooden one. As I walked down the hall I realized that the hall had grown longer and more ominous, though that could have just been my mind playing with me in the dead of night. It was so dark I could barely see my hands in front of me.

My feet stopped the moment the noised did. Was I hallucinating? No

I was aware that there was a second set of breathing outside of my own, a harsher, labored type of breath that was breathing against my neck which made my eyes widen so much so I thought they’d pop out.

Before I knew it my body was flying down the hall, carried by my legs, my lungs started to burn by the time I reached the kitchen, Though the bat was still firmly clutched in my hands, As I leaned against the counter trying to keep my breathing down.

In my head I half thought it was Aiden, playing a crude joke on me, but the feel of a body pressing against mine made me jump. My reflexes forced my hands to bash the bat against my attackers head. My conscience told me to scream, to call for Aiden, but the side of me that wanted adventure, that wanted difference told me to make a game out of this, a game that could very well end my life.

I dropped the bat, and took off again, running into the living room and into the connecting office room. My breath was out of control not from fear, but from anticipation of what to expect when my assailant would find me again.

I held my breath when I heard the groan of the person coming to. From where I was in the office, I had a clear view of where he would come out from. I didn’t expect to hit him so hard, but hey I was a woman with someone I didn’t know in my home common sense would be to bash the guy. But the animalistic urge inside of me, that part of me that wanted to see how far this would go urged me on so much so that I snickered. He heard me and he came my way. I couldn’t see his face-it was covered with a black ski mask. But I did see the shoulder length curls. Something inside of me made my stomach flutter as the man looked around the office. (I was under the desk by the way).

Though I couldn’t help but snicker softly when he decided to walk away, I peeked up from my hiding spot and saw nothing, my brow rose in confusion but then suddenly without even noticing I was firmly planted down on the desk my lower half hanging off of the edge. It took me a moment to collect just what had happened. I was aware that there was a body on top of me; that hot body clad in black, clad in a mysterious aura that sent shivers up my spine.

Then I felt my legs spread apart harshly making me grab the edge of the table, I faintly remembered muffling my scream because the rush of adrenalin was far greater than any instant to cry for help. His hands, the rough feel of the wool gloves he wore as they tore away my clothes. My body was hot, so hot in fact that I was sweating. I could feel the gloves running along my sides making me shiver.

I could feel that burning erection pressing against me, feel it pushing inside of me, and felt it sliding out. Then again and again and again, by then I should have screamed out for help, scream out to my sleeping boyfriend just upstairs, but instead when I opened my mouth I moaned, a heated throaty thick moan that was only loud enough for him to hear. That’s right…I was enjoying being raped, enjoying it...way too much and so was he.

His movements grew faster, stronger, as if to let me know he’s in control. I could tell he was holding back. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was wrong on so many levels, but I didn’t care, I moved my hips against his with just as much fever. I could feel his hands grasping against my breasts, and pulling me back flush against his clothed chest. My head rolled to the side to rest on his shoulder, I could feel the shove of a wool cloth in my mouth, and apparently I was moaning a tad too loudly for him and me. Our movements combined created the perfect friction, the pleasure building higher and higher.

My body shuddered harshly as the force of my climax made me fall foreword against the desk once again His weight right on top of me, I could feel him cumming inside of me, the hot seeds making me shiver. When he pulled away I immediately pulled my discarded clothes to cover my naked form, not that it mattered.

We stood in silence just looking at one another, he wondering why I didn’t scream for help and me more than anything eager to see his face. I broke the ice finally but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. In the next few moments he was gone. I made sure I cleaned up the desk and kitchen and made my way back upstairs, Aiden still laid in the same position in a deep sleep, not even concerned that his source of heat was gone. I looked at the clock on the stand 5am, Perfect time for a shower.
I grabbed my towel and made my way to the shower. By the time I got out Aiden was up and in the bathroom in the hall showering. The same as every time he’s here. The same…yet…


It’s not so same anymore.

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Tell me what you guys think, if you like it enough I might continue with the next installment of this little series. This is purely for fun, I’m not trying to have a perfect plot ect and I’m not a grammar Nazi but I hope you guys enjoyed this ^^