Sun shines through the bedroom blinds. I slowly open my eyes when Stitch licks me across the face, his morning habit. He needs to pee, as do I, but I'm dreading it because a small hot burning sensation rests between my legs.
Cyrus spoons me as I lay naked in his arms. I may have taken things a little too far last night. It all just happened so fast.
"Ok, Stitch, give me a minute and I'll walk you." I grumble.
Cy's embrace on me tightens, "Don't worry, I'll walk him." He says before kissing my neck, "Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?"
"I slept ok." I reply. I'm not used to sleeping in strange places, but something about sleeping next to him felt natural.
He lets go me, rolls out of bed, and heads towards the bathroom. He's bare ass naked and I'm digging it. His butt is the perfect proportion of muscle and fat. The sound of pee splashing into the toilet echoes from the bathroom, because he's peeing with the door wide open.
"Wash your hands." I remind him. I have a thing about germs and being hygienic.
"So bossy." He teases as he returns from the bathroom.
My vision locks on his third leg, I turn red with embarrassment, and bury my head into the pillow. You wouldn't think someone who is as skinny and lean as he is would be that big down there.
Cy yanks the comforter off me and smacks my ass. "I caught you looking, you pervert." He teases. "So, how was last night?" He asks seductively.
My ears burn with embarrassment. I can't find the nerve to look at him. "Shut up!" I growl.
"I'll take that as a yes." He taunts.
"Just walk Stitch, please." I beg.
I look over at Stitch who's on the verge of peeing in the apartment. "You need to let him out now, or he won't make it. I know that look."
Cy throws on some clothes, puts Stitch on his leash, and disappears.
I make a mad dash to the bathroom, to my surprise I don't really hurt anymore. I wash my hands and go back to the bed. I pick up my phone and message Macey.
Me: So I think I lost my virginity last night.
Her: What do you mean you think?
Me: There was penetration, but he only got halfway in before I couldn't take anymore.
Her: It still counts lol. You're not a virgin anymore. But if you're not sure, try again lol.
Me: Maybe I will lol
I set my phone next to me and run my fingers along the nape of my neck. Finally, I have a body that isn't tainted by Ryan's memory anymore.
Last night was possibly the best night of my life. It started with a kiss, he went slowly, asking for permission the whole way. His fingers touched every inch of my body gently, respectfully.
When he entered me, it burned no matter how much I tried to relax, even though it started off feeling good. If I had known when he was halfway in that that was the extent of his girth, I would've dealt with it. But Cy's not the type of guy to push me to just deal with something.
He set me free of Ryan and everything he put me through, and for that I'm eternally grateful. In the short couple of weeks that I've known him he's helped me catch up a little bit. I'm aware of autism and it's spectrum. What it is and that I have it, but that doesn't make it easier. All my life I've had to force myself to do things that were uncomfortable. Deal with sensory overloads and meltdowns. Having people treat me like a freak of nature. Last night it wasn't just fucking, or bumping ugly's, it was making love. Cy won't leave me; I finally have faith in a man.
Some time later Cy and Stitch return, both of them smelling of the outdoors. Guess Stitch took him for a run.
"Damn, that dog is strong." He says out of breath. "How do you walk him?"
I giggle. "Simple, he was trained to obey me."
"Har har, smartass." He jokes. "So, what do you want to do today?"
Slowly, I remove the comforter from my body, his eyes widen. "I want to try again."