The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. Where Lucy had been the night before lay only the faintest of impressions coupled with a slight chill in the otherwise warm room. I stared into the middle for a few minutes, recollecting the night before, trying to grasp the fleeting memories of the transcendent sensations I had experienced the night before. Alas, the more I attempted to catch these, the quicker they fluttered away, burning in the early morning’s sun like a dream upon waking.
I lay back, a bittersweet ripple flowing through my body. Had any of it been real? Those brown eyes, shimmering bronze pieces of seduction, smoldered in my mind. The scent of strawberries clung to the back of my mind like cheap cologne, but I didn’t care. I found it odd that, after such a crazy night, the things I could think about the most weren’t the crazy sensations on my cock, but the gentle, intimate moments, like her hair brushing against my face or the gentle warmth of her lips.