Loving My Best Friend's Dad(12)

When I first left Nate’s apartment, I was sure that I’d be doing the walk of shame. I mean, my dress is pretty skimpy by any standard, not just mine, and I have a full face of makeup on too. And I definitely have the ‘recently fucked’ hair, all tousled and everything, no matter how much I tried to finger comb through it before I left Nate’s apartment. But not a single person’s given me a double take. I guess there’s just more interesting things to look at in the Big Apple, like the guy dressed in a green dinosaur suit on the corner dancing to hip-hop.

But for me? I’m walking through the streets on air. I’m not a virgin anymore. I’m not a virgin! I keep thinking over and over. In fact, the sun just seems brighter, there’s a big smile plastered on my face, life seems... so different. I had sex with a stranger, a man who was incredibly handsome, sexy, and loved to please a woman. How lucky could I get for my first time? The sex was incredible, steamy and toe-curling good, like something out of a fantasy. I’m still blushing just thinking about it.

I know that on the outside, nothing’s changed, but inside is a whole different story. I feel like something’s unlocked inside of me, I’ve finally crossed a threshold or something. The fact that my panties are all slippery and slick with Nate’s cum doesn’t help. With every step I feel a little trickle, a not so subtle reminder of how he took me completely, transformed me, and released me. Different, yes, but not a bad different. I just feel alive almost, ready to explore more, experience more, have some fun and revel in this new feeling. And for that I have to thank Nate.

“Maybe Renee was onto something after all,” I murmur, a smile on my lips.

Renee! I completely forgot about her. I open up my clutch and pull out my phone again, in case I somehow missed her messages. I texted her when I left, and she replied, but there’s been nothing since then. I hope she’s okay. Maybe I shouldn’t have left her like that. But there’s a second message from her, saying that she’ll meet me back at the hotel, she had a great night and she can’t wait to tell me. Just our usual weekend routine. Most of the time it’s over brunch, her with a hangover from hell, while I’ve got dark circles from another late night of studying. Well, I might have quite the story for her too this time. That’s going to be an interesting change of pace for sure.

I finally catch sight of the hotel, and I slip through, the doorman silently opening the door with a perfectly neutral face. I think he must have been trained for that, because I’m sure most people would be raising their eyes at me. Or maybe I’m just naive and far too innocent still? I rush towards the elevators and thankfully there’s nobody there. It’s very early after all, and most guests are probably enjoying sleeping in, like I probably would be if I hadn’t met Nick last night. A little part of me wonders if I go back to that club, Atlantica, would I see Nate again? But I push that thought from my head. It’s better this way. It was an amazing evening, and I’ll never forget it, but there wasn’t any future there, and imagining there was is silly. I mean, Nate might not even be his real name! I certainly didn’t give him mine, although Leah at least comes from the last part of my name.

The first thing I do when I get back to our suite is call out Renee’s name, but she’s not there. That’s fine by me. I could use some time to unwind a little bit myself. I order up some breakfast ($30 for waffles?! Is it made from gold dust or something??), take kick off my heels, and pull off my dress and panties. I hold the little thong in my hand, and then I bring it to my nose and pause. I probably shouldn’t do it, but then I can’t help it. I just want a little more of Nate, so I lick up the pearly, salty cum. The taste unlocks a surge of desire in me, my pussy tightening with lust.

It’s too bad that I couldn’t have stayed just a little longer. But even though I’m inexperienced, I’ve listened to Renee more than once about how hookups work, and it’s just so much easier if I slip away at night. Because that’s all it was. It was a hookup. There wasn’t going to be breakfast waiting the next morning, and cuddles or whatever else. I think it’s a bit silly, but I don’t make the rules. So I slipped back into my clothes and out of that beautiful apartment and made my way back. The thought of turning back to the old me, the goody-goody student, suddenly held a lot less appeal though. No, that was definitely the last thing that I wanted. But what did I want? That I’m not so sure about.

I walk into the gorgeous glass shower that we’ve got, turn it to hot, and step in. It’s got some serious water pressure, which feels fantastic between my shoulders. And it’s instantly hot too, the steam quickly fogging up the mirrors. Talk about luxury. Back in our dorms we were lucky if we got something that could even be called warm since there were so many students who showered in the morning. Not to mention the fact that I had to cart all my stuff into a tiny little stall three feet by three feet and wear flipflops at all times. Definitely not half as wonderfully relaxing as here.