Therefore, I relaxed my body, closed my eyes behind the blindfold and let the warmth of his mouth and softness of his tongue cradled my sense of security while I closed my eyes to rest.
***
I awoke with a start. I was warm, tucked into my own bed with my pajamas on. I quickly sat up and looked around my room.
“How in the hell did I get here? What’s going on?”
I felt like I was in an episode of The Twilight Zone. I was mystified, scared and skeptical. What if I had experienced nothing more than a wet dream? What if everything that I thought happened last night, didn’t actually happen? I felt like the universe was out of kilter.
“There has to be something left behind.” I stood and walked outside my bedroom door, to see if everything was normal in my house. I could hear Mom and Dad arguing in the kitchen, as usual. Everything seemed to be exactly how I left it the night before.
“How did I get home?” My mind was racing. I needed answers. Where was my stranger? Where was the man who took me up and over the top with pleasure? It did happen, didn’t it? Suddenly, the night began to evaporate into the surreal, like a dream. But it couldn’t be a dream. I didn’t want it to be a dream!
I went back into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I reached under my nightgown and inside my cotton panties. Nothing felt different. Tears welled up in my eyes. I needed to know that my night of pleasure did, in fact, happen. I needed a sign. Anything.
I glanced around my room, but my eyes stopped when I looked at my sandals on the floor. I tilted my head as I stared at a small single daisy flower that lay inside my shoe. I gasped. My heart began to pound out of control. I was scared, yet excited at the same time. Proof! The night was real!
Jubilant, I walked over and picked up the flower. Attached to it was a small white, folded paper. I brought the flower to my nose and smelled the same scent that I had smelled when my stranger put the flower to my nose while I had been blindfolded. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. A small remainder of a tingle darted between my legs. The smell of that flower brought back the memory of the night as if I were going through it again.
My hands trembled when I realized that he had brought me home, put me in bed and left the flower behind. How did he get past my parents? Who was he? Would I ever see him again? There were so many questions that I needed answered. I unfolded the piece of paper and inside was handwritten: ‘Until we meet again.’ What did that mean? When would I meet him again?
Right now, however, I was basking in the warmth of the memory of his soft touch. His hands were big and strong. His mouth was soft and warm. He was a stranger who had taken the time to touch me and pleasure me without asking for anything in return. I wondered if my family would notice the difference in me. I was now more of a woman and I was ready to experience more. I realized that there was just one serious problem: I wanted more with the one man who I knew nothing about. Not even his name.
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