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Almost a Stranger
She was still unsure whether she should be annoyed or not. Ending up in bed with an almost stranger was by no means her style. Almost a stranger. Hm. What was that supposed to be?
Well, how else should one refer to someone they had only met the night before at a reading? During the break, they had exchanged a few words and later gone out for a small bite to eat to continue the loose threads of the reading. On a whim, she had invited him for coffee, well aware that such an invitation could be understood - or misunderstood - as something more than just coffee. She herself had actually only thought of coffee. Well, at least ninety percent of the time.
She hadn’t anticipated or planned anything beforehand. Otherwise, she would have certainly put on the dark blue bedding that flattered her complexion the most that afternoon. In the end, however, that had all been completely irrelevant. They had talked over coffee and later over a glass of wine, laughed, leading to the first seemingly teasing touches, which eventually - like a sudden fall into the depths - turned into a seemingly endless, serious gaze and a passionate kiss. They hadn’t spoken much after that.
Now she lay on her stomach, her head resting in her hands and her legs bent, while she watched the sleeping man. She leaned forward carefully to catch the remnants of his scent. She had enjoyed smelling him all evening. Initially, it was bright, resinous white incense with a bit of spice that she couldn’t have named. Additionally, there was a hint of freshness, perhaps like eucalyptus. At some point, a touch of vanilla sweetness emerged. Over time, this developed into an aroma of woods, mild spices, and even something like honey. When they had been in each other’s arms, she had felt a lush, resinous dark wood note directly on his skin, in a delightful interplay with subtle vanilla.
Now only quiet, woody smoke with a trace of sweetness remained. Still erotic, yet continuing in that subtly sophisticated way as the night before, that kind of way that seemed to correspond exactly to his nature. At least she hoped - and believed - she had interpreted him correctly. That he had felt the special connection just as she had. Could strangers become familiar within a single evening and night? And was she even ready for that?
Suddenly, she had to think of the vile remarks from her now-ex-boyfriend, whom she had recently thrown out after the incident with the student had come to light - she had suspected something like that for a while anyway. Even through the closed apartment door, he had shouted nasty things at her about intimate details of her appearance as a parting shot, undoubtedly to the delight of the neighbors. What an asshole. For days, she had blushed every time she encountered someone in the stairwell.
Why, though? Why had she allowed herself to be dragged down by such an ugly thing? Idiotic. As if she had to compare herself to a young girl. Honestly, it shouldn’t have taken the man beside her to realize that. Still, it had been nice to feel so desired.
She had already raised her hand to gently poke him, but then let it drop again. She would wake him later. They had the whole day ahead of them. Possibly much longer. Carefully, she stood up to make coffee.
Well, how else should one refer to someone they had only met the night before at a reading? During the break, they had exchanged a few words and later gone out for a small bite to eat to continue the loose threads of the reading. On a whim, she had invited him for coffee, well aware that such an invitation could be understood - or misunderstood - as something more than just coffee. She herself had actually only thought of coffee. Well, at least ninety percent of the time.
She hadn’t anticipated or planned anything beforehand. Otherwise, she would have certainly put on the dark blue bedding that flattered her complexion the most that afternoon. In the end, however, that had all been completely irrelevant. They had talked over coffee and later over a glass of wine, laughed, leading to the first seemingly teasing touches, which eventually - like a sudden fall into the depths - turned into a seemingly endless, serious gaze and a passionate kiss. They hadn’t spoken much after that.
Now she lay on her stomach, her head resting in her hands and her legs bent, while she watched the sleeping man. She leaned forward carefully to catch the remnants of his scent. She had enjoyed smelling him all evening. Initially, it was bright, resinous white incense with a bit of spice that she couldn’t have named. Additionally, there was a hint of freshness, perhaps like eucalyptus. At some point, a touch of vanilla sweetness emerged. Over time, this developed into an aroma of woods, mild spices, and even something like honey. When they had been in each other’s arms, she had felt a lush, resinous dark wood note directly on his skin, in a delightful interplay with subtle vanilla.
Now only quiet, woody smoke with a trace of sweetness remained. Still erotic, yet continuing in that subtly sophisticated way as the night before, that kind of way that seemed to correspond exactly to his nature. At least she hoped - and believed - she had interpreted him correctly. That he had felt the special connection just as she had. Could strangers become familiar within a single evening and night? And was she even ready for that?
Suddenly, she had to think of the vile remarks from her now-ex-boyfriend, whom she had recently thrown out after the incident with the student had come to light - she had suspected something like that for a while anyway. Even through the closed apartment door, he had shouted nasty things at her about intimate details of her appearance as a parting shot, undoubtedly to the delight of the neighbors. What an asshole. For days, she had blushed every time she encountered someone in the stairwell.
Why, though? Why had she allowed herself to be dragged down by such an ugly thing? Idiotic. As if she had to compare herself to a young girl. Honestly, it shouldn’t have taken the man beside her to realize that. Still, it had been nice to feel so desired.
She had already raised her hand to gently poke him, but then let it drop again. She would wake him later. They had the whole day ahead of them. Possibly much longer. Carefully, she stood up to make coffee.
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