After a couple of hours of sleep, my eyes opened. I allowed everything to sink in. I just had sex with Frank. Sex. It was amazing, it was perfect. I'd always heard about sex, whether through movies, music or magazines, sex was almost always depicted as a pleasurable experience. I could see why. There was nothing that could have felt more electrifying than to share such bliss with Frank. Frank… where was Frank?
I rolled over in the cloud soft bed to see Frank on the other side of the room, ogling at his appearance in the full-length mirror. He had a comb in hand and was delicately putting his dark curls back in place. He had already clothed himself. He must have seen my reflection in the mirror from afar as I sat up in the bed, clutching the comforter to my bare chest.
"Ah, you're awake." He smiled as he held a mascara wand in his hand, carefully applying it to his long lashes.
"Yeah…hey, what about the party?" I asked in worry. After all, Frank was the main attraction and I was sure they were questioning his whereabouts.
"Not to worry. That grim butler and that stolid old maid have everything under control. So… did you like it?" he asked, grin coming to his lips.
The question brought an unavoidable smile to my face and redness to my cheeks.
"Very much, Doctor." I said in a sultry tone. But "very much" had to be underestimating it. The satisfaction he had given me was indescribable. The explosion I felt in my body made me wonder what I had done to deserve such a delightful feeling.
"Ah, yes, I thought so." He chuckled as he reached for a tube of red lipstick. Judging by the Cheshire grin on his face, Frank was expecting the answer I had given him. He was a delectation in the bedroom and he knew it, too.
I reached to floor and picked up my cream colored bra. I began to slide the straps over my arms when he turned to me.
"What do you think of this shade? Too red?" he asked, pursing his lips.
"No, it's perfect." I said, then proceeded to pull up my pants. I thought things would be awkward after our… sexual encounter, but oddly enough, they weren't.
"So do you think I should say goodbye to everyone?" I asked.
"Not if you want them to know what you've been doing." He laughed and stepped away from the mirror.
"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion. He nodded toward the mirror. I walked to it and faced the reflection looking back at me. The first thing I saw were the red lip prints on my neck.
"Oh!" I giggled. I put a finger to one of the kisses and felt a jolt of sexiness hit me. Just the thought of who left those marks on my body…
"The convention's almost over anyway. I can walk you out. We'll go out the same way we came in, you know, to avoid questions from anybody else." He said as he made his way to the door. I would have followed, but I had a few questions of my own to ask him.
"Wait." I called out to him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
"Yes?" he asked, hand on doorknob.
"Well, when I see you next year, ya know… will everything be… normal?" I didn't exactly know how to word it, but I was pretty confident he knew what I meant.
"Yes, everything will be just fine. I've always had a policy to go by when it comes to a question like that," he said, putting a hand to his hip. "Simply don't allow feelings to get in the way of what goes on between two people sexually and everything works out just splendid." He recited as if he'd shared this "policy" time and time again.
"And my other question… well, this is kind of an awkward question, I can't believe I'm asking, but… did you like it?" I asked with a laugh. My face heated up as fast as a forest fire.
"It was nice, yes, you have very soft skin." He said as he extended his hand to stroke my cheek. "And best of all, you really know how to appreciate what you're given." We both let out a giggle at that last comment. He was right. I loved being with him and I wanted him to know it.
"Now… are you ready to go?" He asked, opening the door with or without my reply.
"Yes." I answered as I buckled the clasp on my black high heel. I followed him out of the door and took one last look into the room where I had experienced the most intimate moments of my life.