Who Did I Sleep With?

My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore. Everything was hazy, distant and like I was floating just outside myself. Then his lips crashed against mine. I had no control of my body when I felt his lips crash on mine. I could smell and taste the whiskey on his tongue, mixing with the sharp edge of his cologne, something woody and expensive that I couldn't quite place. One hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing slowly against my cheek, while the other settled firmly at the small of my back, pulling me closer. Our bodies moved in tandem. I couldn’t tell if I was leading or simply following, whatever that was. The music outside pounded through the walls loud and relentless. The bass vibrated through my chest, drowning out everything, even my own thoughts, not that I could think properly in this state. I was moving on pure adrenaline. My body was reacting on its own, responding to his touch in ways I couldn’t control. The room felt warm, too warm, and I realized I was sweating, or maybe it was him. His skin was hot against mine. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize he'd pulled my dress higher until I felt the cool air against my thighs. Then his hands were everywhere, one gripping my hip, the other sliding down my back. I heard the sound of his zipper, felt him shift his weight, and then I felt the weight of his c**k against my inner thigh. It was warm and hard, and the shock of it made me gasp. For a moment, clarity flickered in the back of my mind asking if I was sure about this, but it was drowned out by the bass vibrating through the walls and the feel of his hands pulling me closer. Then slowly he slid inside me as I held onto him. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, a fullness that made my breath catch. It felt so good that for a moment, I forgot about the party going on outside, about the complications, about anything beyond the feel of him moving inside me and the way my body responded to each thrust without my consent. I pried my eyes open and tried to focus on his face, but everything was blurring and fading out. The room tilted. His cologne was still there, mixing with sweat and the faint smell of alcohol, and I clung to it, like it was the only thing keeping me grounded as everything slipped away even as consciousness slipped away. The last thing I remembered was the intensity of his movements, the pressure building inside me, and then nothing, just darkness and the fading sensation of him pounding into me before oblivion took over completely. Soon everything blacked out. I felt numb and…. “Stella...” I heard a faint call of my name, not sure where it came from. “Stella...” came again but this time a little louder, everything was slowly coming into focus before… “STELLA!!!” Lizzy's voice cut through like a knife, sharp and urgent. I felt her hand tap my shoulder not gently, but with enough force to jolt me back to reality. My entire body jerked in response, and I gasped as if I'd been underwater and suddenly broke the surface. I blinked rapidly, my eyes struggling to focus. For a moment, the office seemed too bright, too loud, too real. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and I could feel the flush creeping up my neck and across my cheeks. My skin felt hot, my dress suddenly too tight. Elizabeth or Lizzy as we like to call her, was standing beside my desk, her dark eyes wide with concern. "Oh my God, are you okay? You were completely zoned out. I called your name like three times.” I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. "Yeah, I... I'm fine. Just lost in thought." "You look like you were having some kind of episode," Lizzy said, crossing her arms. "Are you sure you're okay?" I forced a weak smile, though I could still feel the aftereffects of the daydream coursing through my body. "Yeah, just been a weird week. I think I need to eat something.” Now everything has come into full focus. The office, the desks, files scattered across workstations, the fluorescent lights hummed overhead, the soft clicking of keyboards surrounded me. I was on my lunch break at work and I had zoned out. Again! This was the third time it had happened since that party. Each time, I found myself back in that room, back in his arms, experiencing sensations that my conscious mind couldn't fully access. I'm not usually the type to do crazy stuff when drunk. What have I done? I thought with an internal groan. "What's wrong?" Lizzy asked. "Something's definitely going on with you." I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the secret pressing down on my chest. "I'll tell you on the way. Let's go get something to eat first."