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Previously
"Ally. And she wants you. Right now." Her voice was low and husky. She looks at me seductively and tries to kiss me. But this time I let her kiss me. She is definitely a good kisser. As things got heated, she straddled on my lap as we are making out in the car. We moved to the back seat and she took off my shirt. Before I know it, we were stripped down to our under garments.
Ally's POV
I woke up with the smell of pancakes. Oh my gosh, the sunlight is NOT helping this massive headache that I'm having right now. Ugh, what happened last night? After a few minutes of lying in bed and trying to remember, I gave up and looked at the surrounding.
This. Is. Not. My. Bed. UH OH. Slowly peeking under the covers, I'm relieved to see myself fully clothed. I stood up and got out of the king size bed. The room was quite large; the furniture is very modern and contemporary. It is a little messy, but every guy's room is somewhat messy.
I stretched my arms out and looked around for my shoes. While looking around, I passed a large mirror that caught my eye. What caught my eye was the fact that my dress is inside out….I am positive I put on the dress correctly last night when Trish helped me with the makeover. Not only is my dress inside out, my hair was a mess. Taking a closer look at my reflection, I started to get more worried. There are hickeys on my neck!
THIS IS NOT GOOD. I, Ally Marie Dawson, am certainly not a one night stand type of girl. Although I'm not a virgin, I've only had sex with one person, which is Dallas. What if the guy I did stuff with last night had an STD?! OH NO! Stop thinking so pessimistically!
After a few minutes of trying to calm down, smoothing out my hair and putting the dress on correctly, I decided to face whoever it is downstairs. I need answers…hopefully good answers.
Making my way down the stairs and finding my way around the apartment, I finally found the kitchen. Yet again, the whole house looks very modern and stylish. Hopefully the guy is around my age…that would be awkward if he isn't.
As I entered the kitchen, I see a blonde, tall guy with his back to me. I assume he's making pancakes because there's already a stack set on the counter. He's humming a tune I haven't heard before. His white t-shirt fits him like a glove, which gave me a view of how toned and somewhat muscular his body is. And his butt is very cute.
"Morning Ally". I froze. How did he know I was standing there?! This is embarrassing; he probably knows I have been checking him out. Should I reply to him? I don't even know his name! Gosh dang it this is frustrating.
"Um...m-morning". He finally turned around. His eyes is so mesmerizing, it's brown and shines like the moon. His hair is messy in the most adorable way, and his smile can make me run for miles….oooo that could be a good lyric.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Fine". Awkward silence. We just stood there staring at each other. He seems to be in a trance of some sort…so I decided to speak up.
"The pancakes smell great." That seemed to bring him back to reality.
"Good, because they taste even better". He smirked. Oh great, he's the overly confident type of guy who thinks every girl will fall in love with him in seconds.
Not knowing what to say back to him, I decided to cut to the chase and ask him the question that's been on my mind since I woke up.
"Um…can I ask you something?"
"You just did". He smirked again. Okay I gotta admit, his smirk is pretty darn hot. But I hate it when people answer me like that. So I tried to ignore his good looks for the rest of the conversation.
"Did we…do anything…uh…you know…last night…um…uh…"
"Are you trying to ask me if we had sex?" Well….he certainly got to the point. But I'm glad I didn't have to flat out ask him.
"Y-yes." Why do I keep stammering around him?! Okay Ally, play it cool. Whatever answer he gives you won't matter because what's done is done. After this you can go back to your normal life and finish that cover story. WOAH. WAIT. The cover story! Maybe I can use him as the guinea pig for my cover story! It won't hurt him right? Cause he seems like a player anyways and it wouldn't be too bad if I play him…? It just means we're even, right?
"Well before I answer that question, have some breakfast. Trust me, these pancakes are the best!" His eyes lit up like a kid as he took a bite of the pancake. And he actually had a genuinely nice smile this time.
"Okay." I took one bite. WOW he was right it's delicious. But I need answers right now. If we had sex, I won't use him as my guinea pig because it's so much harder for a guy to fall in love with you when you've already gave him everything….I know better from Dallas. But if we didn't have sex, there's potential for me to use him as the cover story.
"Alright, now I'll answer your question: No. We did not do "it". You are a big teaser, did you know that?! It was such a turn off when you started crying and saying how much you miss this Dallas guy. So I had to stop and comfort you instead. And then you barfed in my car…"
My eyes widened as he told the story. I barfed in his car?! This is so embarrassing! And to have him see me at my vulnerable state of the Dallas topic too…the only good thing that came out of the story was that we didn't do it.
"I'm so sorry! I will pay you for all the damage I've done to your car so you can clean it up!"
"No, no it's fine. I think I've been repaid already though". He smirked again. But this time I want to smack it off his face. What does he mean he's been repaid already?! I do NOT like the sound of that!
"WHAT?! What do you mean you've already been repaid?"
"You want me to go into details?"
I gulped and nodded my head slowly, unsure if I want to know. "
"Before you started crying and barfing, we did some things you know. Foreplaying: fingering, eating out, hand job, blow job…you are quite talented".
I can't believe he actually said that out loud with no shame! My face starts to heat up from all those words. I know I probably look like a tomato by now. Great all those things are almost pretty much like sex! I can't use him as a guinea pig now.
"Oh…well thank you for the pancakes and hopefully we won't run into each other ever again."
He started to look hurt from what I said, but that disappeared right away as it came. "No problem, and if we do, maybe we can start off in the right foot".
I nodded my head and rushed out of his apartment quickly without one look back. As I step out of the building, I realized I still don't know his name. Disappointment filled me, but I shook it off.
This cover story has gotten me into troubles already…and it's not even day one. I'm starting to have second thoughts on this assignment…
Until next time! Thank you for reading and please review!
