When The Going Gets Tough

Morning Glory

The sun shines over my face, which wakes me, I am suddenly VERY aware of where I am, I'm lying on my back but some how in the night Alex has basically climbed my like a kola, I'm not complaining, waking up with her in my arms feels amazing, but don't think I don't remember what happened last night. My left arm is around her waist and her top had ridden up enough that my little finger is touching skin on skin, IV been with 1 girl before from my old school and I far more than touch her bare skin with just my pinkie but somehow this feels so much more intense, I really want to move my hand so I can hold her, I'm contemplating whether I should do it or not when Alex starts to stir, her hips gyrate against my left leg. f**k, kill me know. I am now hard lying next to a beautiful girl who may or may not have been... Oh I can't even think the word. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, hippos at the zoo, covered in gross swamp like water gross, it's starting to work I can feel my self calming down. Alex's left arm moves across my chest and a quiet almost inaudible moan escapes her lips. f**k f**k, this is torture. I'm supposed to be here looking after her, yet right now I just want to hold her so tight and ... Think unsexy thoughts... think unsexy thoughts.

Alex POV

This dream is the best, 47 is in my bed and I'm cuddled so tight, I've never been in bed with a guy before, this is the perfect time to be free from my shyness, plus there is no chance he is into me. 

I move my hand across his body and I can't help but make a little moan, his body feels amazing. I pause for a second, what does a girl do in this scenario. Hmm okay maybe I just do want I want to do because it's a dream and that's how these things work right.

I slowly move my hand down his chest along his top, when I reach the bottom I gentle move my hands under it and Slowly trace my fingers, playing little patten's over his muscled stomach, I go higher and play with his pecks and then dance my fingers down, when I reach the waist band of his shorts I hear an intake of breath, well I'm glad my imagination has allowed him to have some reaction to my exploration. I trace along the seam of his shorts, I want to explore underneath but I don't feel brave enough. 

This is a dream Alex, you don't have to be brave. 

I move my hips against his leg in small circles, my left leg is already over him and it feels really nice, I can feel a need between my legs building, mmmm 47,  I know I just moaned out loud but I live alone, I've never had a dream like this before..

Next thing I know my whole body is being flipped, I'm suddenly on my back, I sit up starteld and there before my eyes is Jackson my 47, who I've just been having very impure thoughts about is standing there is just a t-shirt and boxers, I avert my eyes and pull the covers over my head, 1 that is definitely not a banana in his pocket and I just stared and 2 I don't think that was a dream. I pull the covers down and look at his face. I can't read his expression.

"Hi" is all I can muster up. He doesn't reply, he looks like he wants to but doesn't know what to say. " I take it my dream was slightly more real than not" yeah great smooth sentence. 

He takes a deep breath and sit on the bed and grabs some covers to hide the circus tent look going on in his shorts. "I need to know..." He pauses looking unsure I try and nod my head in encouragement hoping he continues "who is 47". 

I can feel my face drop "um, well it's you" I say.

"What did I do to earn the designation 47? I hope it's not guys you dream about" now he is looking waiting for an answer very seriously. I burst out laughing 

"No silly, it's your locker number" I'm feeling unusual forthcoming this morning "before I knew your name that was the nickname I gave you, I guess it stuck subconsciously anyway" best not admit that's what I call him in my head. 

He smiles looking quite relieved and chuckles, but then stops suddenly and his face is serious again, he pierces my soul with the intense gaze he had set on me as he asks "what happened last night when you went with Polly to the bathroom?". 

I don't know why he looks so intense, as if trying to asses my response "oh we went up stairs bit there was a long queue for the bathroom, but we didn't stop there we kept walking " s**t "but then, oh god I don't know, it's fuzzy" I grab my head as a headache comes crashing down on my. "Ahh, what the hell happened why is my head hurting like this" I think I'm shouting. 

Next thing I know I have warm string arms around me pulling me into his chest, I think this is my new favourite place. He holds me for a few minutes then pulls back, when he looks at my face he frowns, reaches forward and then wipes away tears I didn't know I shed.

"Listen, I think you were drugged" that explain my head I think, I look up at him, he looks like he's torn about what to say next "I also thing you may have been taken advantage of". My confusion must show on my face, what the hell does that mean. "Alex, I found you in a bedroom passed out on the bed". Does he think that I had s*x with someone, I wouldn't, I was saving myself.

"I don't just go around sleeping with people you know, I'm saving myself" I say, unsure why j had to add the second part, I can feel the heat in my cheeks I must be bright red. 

"I don't mean to come off as weird but do you feel different, could you check? Is that even a thing? Because if that is the case and your were drugged and someone took advantage, next question is do you want to go to the police?" He is so serious right now. 

How the hell am I supposed to know, IV never had s*x to know if I feel different or just something from my steamy not so dream. "Okay" I say and I head to the bathroom.

"Don't get in the shower if the answers yes and you want to go to the police they will want to take swabs".

I pause on my travels but don't turn back, just take in what he's saying, is it possible to have been raped and be non the wiser?