Asexual

Chapter 3: Naked

I remained inside her, while she was just on top of me with her eyes closed.

She suddenly got up and slowly removed my manhood. I suddenly got scared because we might end up making a baby.

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I was really enjoying cuddling that fragrant pillow. I hugged it tighter while my eyes remained closed, relishing the feeling of the pillow against me.

Suddenly, I realized there was a voice, and I heard someone groan. Wait, my eyes were actually open.

I screamed because it wasn't a pillow I was hugging, but a woman I didn't know.

I accidentally pushed her, causing her to fall on the bed. I also noticed that I wasn't in my room, and this place was unfamiliar to me.

"Ouch!" she groaned, standing up, which surprised me because she wasn't wearing anything.

I glanced at her from head to toe, then quickly covered my eyes with the blanket I had been using.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my buddy down there standing. Wtf?!

For the second time, I screamed. Let me tell you guys, I wasn't the wild one last night. That was a different Peyton.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, clearly annoyed.

Should I apologize to her?

Because I accidentally touched her, which shouldn't have happened. Plus, I know myself that I'm asexual, so why did this happen?

I'm dead...

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I didn't m-mean to..." I said, stuttering.

I covered my chest because it was starting to get awkward. Isn't it embarrassing?

"No need, I wanted it anyway... besides, don't you remember me?"

What does she mean?

"Have we met before?" I asked her because I really couldn't remember her.

Suddenly, her mood changed. "Oh, maybe I was mistaken... Never mind..." she said, avoiding eye contact.

She was about to leave. "Wait, where am I?" I asked.

"You're at my house."

She was about to leave again, but I stopped him. "Hmm... are you alone here?" I asked again.

"Yeah, there are clothes there that will fit you. Just check that cabinet, and after you change, come downstairs to eat," she said. Why does she seem so sad?

She left while I remained dumbfounded. Why do I suddenly feel guilty?

Earlier, I saw sadness in her eyes, which raised big questions for me.

I stood up and got clothes from her cabinet as she instructed. All her clothes are so nice.

I chose to wear her thin white t-shirt and put on the short pink shorts. Of course, I wore a bra and panties.

When I came downstairs, the food was ready and looked delicious. She was dressed too. Earlier, she left without wearing anything. Maybe she has clothes downstairs.

We kinda look like a couple because she's also wearing similar colors, although her shorts are gray.

I couldn't help but admire her body, especially her long, fair thighs. I don't know, mine are long and fair too, but guys, we're different, right?

It would be weird to stare at my own thighs. Isn't that boring??

"Have a seat," she said.

I sat down. "Thanks."

I'm feeling a bit embarrassed around her now.

I almost finished all the food she cooked. Seriously, guys, she cooks so well.

"Peyton, is it delicious?" she asked me.

I nodded immediately.

After a while, I suddenly realized something. How did she know my name when I didn't mention it last night?

"Wait, how did you know my name?" I asked in surprise.

"You mentioned it last night, you were drunk so maybe you don't remember saying it," she said, avoiding eye contact. She had a point.

But what I should have said was "Sophia" and not "Peyton." Oh well!

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She escorted me home, and I was the one who asked for her number. Guys, I really feel guilty because I unintentionally crossed the line with her, and what we did last night led to several more rounds.

As I recall, I can't help but feel guilty and at the same time, my body heats up, and 'ol buddy down there wakes up. Why am I acting like a guy?

It's also good that Mom isn't here because she doesn't like it when I don't come home. Let's say they allowed me, but I'm not an abusive son.

I just lay down on my bed, debating whether I should text her or not.

What's the point of getting her number if I'm not going to call or text her at least?

But what if she's busy today?

I just placed my phone on the side table. I'll just go back to sleep.

I woke up because of a dream I had. I immediately went to the bathroom and relieved myself. Maybe I just needed to pee.

My lower abdomen was hurting for no apparent reason. Ugh.

I remembered what happened between us. Jj was getting angry again, so I had no choice but to do what guys usually do.

Sh*t, it's my first time doing this.

It feels like I'm disgusted with myself. I mean, I don't want to touch jj for this kind of thing. I only touch it when I'm bathing to clean it.

In the end, I chose to endure the pain in my abdomen. Damn it, I didn't used to feel this before. Whenever I think of Samora, jj stands up, damn it!

I feel like I don't want to see Samora anymore. Is this torture?

I feel like crying because it really hurts.

Later, my phone suddenly rang, so I picked it up without even looking at who was calling.

"Hello?"

"Child, we won't be able to come home next week because there's a problem here. We're still sorting it out, so we'll be able to come home next week."

Sadness was evident in mom's voice. I feel sad too because I miss them, especially grandma and grandpa.

"Okay, as long as it's next week, we'll visit grandma and grandpa, okay?" I said.

"Of course, by the way, do you have a date there? Maybe you're just wasting your time there.. Anyway, I'll hang up now, I'll call you later. Don't skip your meals, and don't forget to call me for a goodbye talk because you didn't say goodbye to me last night.." she said.

"Yes mom, take care there with dad, love you all," I said.

"We love you too. Goodbye!"