She blinked.
Hailey looked around again and realized she somehow was upstairs in what looked like a guest bedroom. When did she get up here?
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SHE BLINKED.
She came to the realization that her top was off and she was cold. When did it come off? How did it come off? There was no recollection. She thought to cover herself because there were so many people in the room but as she glanced up from her chest she realized she was left with just Scott. The two of them were alone and she was standing topless in front of him, something that would usually take dozens of dates before she was comfortable to do so.
She blinked.
He was upon her, kissing her and squeezing her breasts. When did he approach her? She swore he was just ten feet from her. She took a second to compose herself and realized she couldn't. She had no control and she had no idea what was happening.
She blinked.
She was on the bed. When did they leave the kitchen? The safety of being so close to the exit? Did she walk here herself? Or did he take her there? What was happening to her? Did she even want this? She thought to herself maybe she forgot coming on to him but that was definitely not something she typically did, especially to a married man who was leaving for another state the next day.
She blinked.
Scott was on top of her lying on the bed. She saw his arms moving up and down her body but couldn't really feel the pressure of his hands. Was it there? Was she enjoying this? She didn't think so but she wasn't stopping. She couldn't. She realized she had no control of her body and he was now in charge. A panic overtook her but she couldn't react. Couldn't even make a sound. Had she made a sound? Anything at all? Did she scream? She must not have because surely someone would have come to help. Her thoughts drifted to where everyone else went and how they got out of the room so quickly. She swore it was only a second and they were gone.
She blinked.
Hailey had the vague feeling of chill going up her legs and realized that her pants must be off. When they came off she couldn't say. Did Scott rip them off or did he pull them off gently? It didn't seem like he was beingoverly forceful. She was sure she wasn't experiencing pain. But how could she know for sure? Her mind no longer connected to her body.
She blinked.
Scott now had her lower half slightly raised on the bed and he was thrusting into her over and over.
"You're so wet," he exhaled as he continued his thrusting.
Why was she wet? She certainly wasn't aroused. She had the vague sense that he was inside of her but she felt no arousal, no pleasure in his touches. Yet somehow her body was still lubricating itself for him. Why wasn't it listening to her?
She blinked.
He was lying next to her breathing heavily. He must have finished, she thought to herself as she continued to lay there motionless. At least, she thought she was motionless. She was actually shivering and her body had been violated. She had no idea if there was a condom involved or not. She had no recollection of him finishing inside of her and climbing off her. Had he tended to her at all to make her wet? She didn't usually enjoy such violent thrusting, as she found him doing atop her motionless body.
She blinked.
The sun was up and she realized she must have passed out. She turned her head and she was alone. Hadsomething happened? Wait, she thought to herself, what did happen?
She didn't get the chance to ponder that thought because the overwhelming feeling of saliva filling her mouth overtook her. She heaved herself out of the bed where she was still lying naked, not even a sheet on her, and ran to a trash can sitting in the corner. She made it just in time and expunged everything that was inside of her. Could she also vomit up the shame that would one day follow when she realized what had happened to her?
Ugh, how much had she had to drink last night? She could’ve sworn it wasn’t even half a cup.
As the gushing slowed and she was able to take a break resting her head in her hand that was clutching the side of the can for dear life, she tried to think back on the night before. There were memories but they were a little garbled. Did she really drink that much that she blacked out and lost some memories from the night before? She didn't think she had. Then, as another wave of gushing erupted from her she remembered: she had sex last night with Scott.
How could she do something so stupid? It was his last night in Jersey and there was no way she would ever see him again. A one-night stand was not something she was accustomed to.
She heard a buzzing that brought her back to reality and found her purse on the floor nearby. When she pulledout her phone, she saw it was a text from her mom asking if she had fun last night.
Did she? She must have to have slept with a guy.
After seeing the text, the time made its way into her consciousness. 9:30 a.m.
Shit. She had to be at work in an hour.
She steadied herself on the floor waiting for the urge to vomit to stop.
