A night to remember

The night

She didn't remember if she had told him where she lived, but it didn't matter anyway. They were here, and that's all that mattered.

Amelia unbuckled herself slowly and slid out of the car. He stepped out too, locked the car, and then followed after her. They walked up the stairs and entered her flat. "I'll just wash my face and brush my teeth then..." she said, heading toward the bathroom. When she came out, she found Steve carrying two bottles of whiskey, one empty, the other filled with something else.

"You brought whiskey?" she asked, surprised. He smiled at her and placed it on the countertop next to the sink.

"I thought I might make a toast to us getting closer...and to your favorite drink!" he said excitedly, taking hold of her waist. She blushed.

"Thanks," she said quietly. "Do you want to watch some movies?" she offered, pointing to her living room. He shook his head and pressed his lips against hers.

"I didn't come here for the movies." He lifted her off the ground, making her laugh into the kiss, and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and laid on top of her, kissing her passionately. She couldn't resist and returned his kisses, biting his bottom lip and letting out small sounds of pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, which was now completely messed up, strands sticking out everywhere. He moved his lips down to her chest and started kissing her breasts. Her breathing became heavier with every second, and her head fell backward onto the pillow, and her eyelids closed.

When he started unzipping her dress, she panicked. "Wait!" she breathed. "I haven't locked the door," she mumbled, embarrassed.

"That's okay, no one will come in any way," he teased. She frowned.

"I need to lock the door!" she whined.

"Are you serious right now?" he laughed. She pouted. He leaned down and started sucking on her exposed n****e. Her legs started shaking, and she wrapped them tightly around his hips. She squeezed him tighter, and he moaned loudly. Her stomach started turning, and her breath got shorter.

"f**k, baby, you're so tight," he growled in between kisses. "You look beautiful," he continued. She let out a moan as his hand started caressing her inner thigh. "You smell amazing. God, you're perfect, baby, just f*****g perfect," he moaned between kisses. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. He pushed her down onto the mattress and started trailing his tongue up and down her neck. He pulled back and looked at her with lustful eyes.

"You want to know what I wish?" he asked. Her breath caught in her throat as he continued running his thumb across her c**t.

"Uhh," she gasped. She couldn't form actual sentences. This man sure made her feel like she was out of this world. The feeling of being overwhelmed by passion was beyond description. It was like she had been waiting for this all her life, and it was finally happening.

"I wish I'd known you earlier."

He lowered himself to her breast. He began teasing her n*****s as his fingers danced along the inside of her thighs. He took off her dress and started placing kisses on her stomach. She couldn't control her excitement.

"Oh f**k, Steve. Please, please do it now," she begged. A few moments later, he slipped inside her. She arched her back, threw her head back, and cried out in orgasm. He continued to thrust in and out of her. She began panting and struggling to catch her breath. She grabbed his hair and tugged at it.

"f**k, I can't...wait," she struggled for air. She couldn't take much longer. He pulled back and stroked himself, then entered her again.

Her breathing became labored as the pleasure intensified. "Please, Steve, I am going to c*m!" she cried out. Her body began trembling, and he started thrusting faster and harder until finally, all her juices gushed from her and pooled around him. She collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

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The next morning, she woke up naked with a strong headache and not remembering much of yesterday. The bedroom smelled strongly like s*x and alcohol, and she tried closing her eyes, but they refused to open. She tried to think of what had happened last night. The only thing that came to mind was she was really sad after getting fired and decided to drown her sorrows at the local bar. She only remembered meeting a stranger there, whose name turned out to be Steve, but how he looked like she had completely forgotten, it was like she was dreaming. How is it possible for someone to sleep with a total stranger but forget what they look like? She tried to remember as hard as she could, but his face remained a blur. This is what she hated: a one-night stand. She looked over to the other side of the bed to find him gone. The cover still smelled like him. What! She could remember his smell and his name, which was probably a fake name, but nothing else. Why would someone lie about who they are unless they wanted to impress her?

After a few more minutes of lying around thinking about everything, she finally got up and opened the windows. This apartment sure needed a deep cleaning. But her mind couldn't help but drift back to this guy who was Steve. Why did he leave without saying goodbye? Well, she guessed that is what happens with a one-night stand. Her stomach rumbled, indicating that she was hungry, knowing very well that her fridge was empty and she had nothing else to eat. She decided to go see her friend Jennifer. She got up and went to shower and brush her teeth. As soon as she got out of the shower, she quickly changed into a pair of blue jeans and a simple white shirt before putting on her favorite Converse, black socks, and a jacket.

She headed out of the door when she noticed a letter pinned on the fridge. It was written in elegant writing.

Hey, you sleepyhead.

It's Steve. I left early. I've got business to take care of. Well, your homeowner came in demanding rent money, so I paid for you. Don't worry about leaving; you can stay until the end of the month. I wanted to make you breakfast, realizing how much you must be starving right now, but I found you've got no food. So, I left you some cash in your drawer to buy groceries.

So, I wanted to say thank you for last night, Amelia. May we not meet again?

What! She shrugged with disbelief. How the hell did he know her real name? Then it hit her: he must've searched her apartment. Damn, she regretted letting him in. She turned the paper to see if he left his real name, but there was none. She went back to her bedroom to check the drawer, and indeed, he left some cash. It was enough for the basics like groceries and toiletries. She wondered who he was. She hoped she never saw him again. She grabbed the money and headed outside. She took a taxi to the bar to get her car and drove to Jennifer's apartment. She parked her car close to hers and rang the bell. Jennifer came to the door wearing a tank top and ripped skinny jeans. She grinned widely when she saw her.

"Well, hello there, b***h!" she shouted, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her towards her. She chuckled slightly. "Hi, Jen," she replied. She could tell Jennifer was drunk. She smelled heavily of alcohol and smoke.

"Come on in, I'm going to make you something to eat," Jennifer said, guiding her towards the kitchen. She sat down on the stool opposite Jennifer as she heated some leftovers. "So, what's going on?" Jennifer asked as she sat next to her.

"Well..." she started looking for the words to say to tell her the truth.

"Just tell me what's wrong," Jennifer interrupted. She sighed.

"I met this hot guy yesterday. He looked like he could be famous or something, and well, I don't even know his real name. I mean, I knew his voice, but I can't remember what he looked like. His face and features, it's all a blur. I have forgotten everything important that happened last night, and I feel so stupid and helpless. He's driving me crazy, I don't understand why I'm feeling this way. I don't even know him!" she said, frustrated. Jennifer looked confused.

"How does someone just forget a person they've just met?" Jennifer asked. She rolled her eyes and explained what exactly happened last night to her and how he left without saying goodbye, leaving her some cash and paying for her rent.

Jennifer stared at her with wide eyes. "You slept with him?"

"Yes."

"How long were you together for?" she whispered.

"A couple of hours at most," she shrugged.

"Why didn't you call me? I would have gone to the bar with you," Jennifer pouted.

"You know you don't have to do anything for me," she smiled.

She heard Jennifer mumble under her breath, something she didn't quite catch. "Sorry, what did you just say?" she asked. Jennifer huffed, "Nothing," she shrugged. She picked up the plate to eat the food Jennifer dished out for her.

"I got fired yesterday, with no reason," she told Jennifer.

Jennifer's jaw dropped. "That is so f****d up! Didn't you just tell me you were going to get the permanent job?" Jennifer mumbled. She shook her head.

"I was sexually propositioned by Ms. Moore."

"Shut the f**k up, you mean a woman?"

"Yes, a woman. She said I could keep my job if I could pleasure her. I mean, she didn't say it with so many words, but she made it clear by unbuttoning her dress and pulling out her breasts."

"What, that's crazy. Did you agree?"

"Hell no, I refused. I'm not gay," she snapped.

"Well, I don't blame you," Jennifer replied. She stared at Jennifer with both eyebrows raised.

"So now I'm f*****g broke, and I'll be homeless next month. You won't mind taking me in next month, right, while I look for a job?"

"Oh babes, you know you're welcome to stay here for as long as you want," Jennifer said, hugging her. Well, Jennifer was a friend and a sister she never had before, but she had been there for her ever since they met in college.

"What time is it?" she said, pulling out her phone and trying to switch it on. The battery must've died as it didn't switch on.

"It's almost nine," Jennifer answered.

She asked for a cable to plug her phone into, and after ten minutes, the phone finally turned on. It reported a dozen messages. Ten missed calls from her father. Now what did he want? He also sent a message saying 'I love you, honey.' What the hell! She hadn't spoken to the guy in about a months. But this was strange. He never sent her a message or called her.

"What's wrong?" Jennifer asked, making her realize that she had zoned out for a second.

"Nothing, just my father sent me a text saying he loves me," she muttered.

Jennifer frowned. "What? Are you guys on good terms?"

"No, I was hoping to go see him next week. But this message and missed calls, it's odd. He's usually not like this," she replied. Jennifer stood up and walked over to her, placing her hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine. Maybe it was just a mistake. Come on, let's finish eating."

"No, Jen. I don't know. I've got a strange feeling. He just called me a couple of hours ago. I was asleep, it was around... What am I supposed to think? He never calls me, he doesn't even write me letters. Why would he do that now?"

"Well, maybe he is sick or something. Just calm down, okay," Jennifer added.

She nodded. "Yeah, I know." She kept quiet for a moment and then asked "What would you say to a one-hour trip to Phillips?"