The mystery girl 9 - Getting fucked and making breakfast

In these hazy postclimactic moments, Alexis enjoyed just laying

alongside another, resting his tired head on her breast, like

an unholy satire of the virgin Mary.  What was any less blissful

about her experiences?  To acknowledge and act upon her inner

feelings for another was to recognize the truth, and she always

frowned upon the repression of the classic religions.  Alexis

certainly lived an alternative lifestyle, however, it was one

where the emotional truth was not denied, warped, repressed,

or shunned into a little black box of sin in the center of one’s

resentfully chaste heart.  They both knew what they were

doing, they both harmed no one, and at this phase in both of

their lives, they sought out what they truly wanted or needed -

a companion of the moment, gasoline poured on the urges

of unabashed carnality.

Some time later, she got up, gathered her clothes, and quietly

slipped them back on.  The dull yellow glow of the light

illuminated her body gracefully as she put her sweater over

her arms, and pulled it down over her perky breasts.  She sat

on the bed and laced up her Docs, then found her leather

jacket and put it on.  At the sound of her doing up the zipper,

he awoke.  “Leaving so soon?…” he murmured, half awake.

“Yup, I have school tomorrow.” she laughed,  and he buried

his face in the pillow, grinning.  After a pause, she walked

over to him.  Poised there, she held out her hand and touched

his cheek. “I had a wonderful time.  Thank you.”  He took

her hand and held it for a long moment, their warmth

mingling. “No, thank you.  It’s so refreshing to find someone

like you Alexis. I won’t soon forget it.” he murmured, letting

his fingers roam up her thigh and under her skirt for a moment.

She smiled, turned off the light, and slipped out like a breeze

out the door, which clicked closed behind her.

A soft nighttime rain was falling, and there was a misty

ring around the moon.  She walked alone down the

dark, reflective streets, looking somber and downcast.

She hated feeling like a wet dog in the rain, as the

soft water dripped warmly down her hair and off the

tip of her nose.  Something else dripped down the

inside of her leg, warm like the rain, but it soon

disappeared into the rivulets of water on her ivory legs.

Not a single car passed her as she purposefully made

her way across the sleeping town, and climbed back

into the window from whence she had arisen.  Her

bed greeted her like a rewarding embrace as she fell

into it half-dressed.

The morning came too early, the sun was a curse that

peeked annoyingly through the basement window.

She didn’t get up until she heard her father’s voice

calling down to her from the kitchen.  She sat up like a

bolt, and changed into something fresh.  She looked at her

leather jacket, which still had a few beads of rain in the

crevices.  Alexis smiled coquettishly to herself.

Upstairs as she made breakfast, her mind slowly began to

clear and she pushed aways thoughts of last night and tried

to concentrate on the upcoming mundane inanity of the

school day.

“Boy, you’ve got one bad case of bedhead today, Alex!”

her dad laughed from behind his paper.  She wondered

how many people he had fucked in his life, how, when,

where….

“Yes. I had a rough night, kinda restless.” she turned away

from him and put the milk back in the fridge, smiling

at something only she knew about, in her little world.

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