I cracked my eyes open, my gaze drifting sideways through the haze of sleep.
A woman lay beside me.
A complete stranger—sleeping in my own bed.
I blinked hard, still groggy, and rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm until the blur sharpened. What I saw stole the breath from my lungs.
She was breathtaking. A mature beauty in her early forties, the kind of woman whose presence alone commanded attention—full, soft curves, flawless skin glowing faintly in the morning light, and an air of quiet elegance even in sleep. And the best part? She was completely naked, the thin sheet having slipped down to her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.
My cock twitched hard at the sight.
The moment it did, I felt the cool morning air kiss my bare skin. My stomach dropped. I looked down.
I was naked too.
Heat flooded my face. Embarrassment slammed into me like a freight train. I snatched the bedsheet and yanked it up over my body in one frantic motion, heart hammering so loudly I could hear every frantic beat echoing in my ears.
Who the hell is she… and why is she in my bed?
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Then the headache hit like a sledgehammer. I groaned, rubbing my temples as jagged fragments from yesterday clawed their way back through the fog.
My girlfriend had broken up with me.
Because I was poor.
I didn't blame her. How could I? No woman wanted to chain herself to a broke nobody like me.
My eyes swept across the room—the cramped, shabby one-bedroom apartment I called home. The old bed creaked loudly under the slightest shift, its springs protesting in the quiet morning air, while peeling walls and stale dampness screamed exactly how low I had fallen.
Three thousand credits a month. That was my entire income.
In a Level 3 city, everyone liked to claim it was more than enough for two decent meals a day and a comfortable life.
They had clearly never tried surviving on it.
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Even though I told myself I didn't mind the breakup, the memory still burned like acid in my chest.
She had looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I don't want to rot with you for the rest of my life and waste my beauty."
The moment those cruel words left her mouth, she turned on her heels and hopped into some random rich bastard's luxurious car right in front of me. I still remember the way the sleek black vehicle gleamed under the streetlights—like a slap to my face.
I cursed under my breath. *Couldn't she have just messaged me?* That would've been bad enough. But no—she had to humiliate me in person. The second the door closed, the car started shaking violently.
Right there on the roadside. While I was still standing a few feet away.
Rage and humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave. We had only ever held hands. Never even kissed properly, let alone had sex. And yet here I was—still a fucking virgin—watching the girl I'd been with for months already riding someone else before she'd even left the street.
Heartbroken and ego shattered, I had done the only thing that made sense at the time.
I drowned myself in alcohol.
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The rustle of sheets and the familiar creak of my old bed stirred the woman beside me awake. Soft morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains as her eyes slowly opened.
The moment I saw those deep, dark pools and her full cherry-red lips, my heart stuttered violently in my chest.
She sat up with unhurried grace, her long raven-black hair cascading down her back like a silky waterfall, reaching all the way to her waist. Letting out a lazy yawn, she stretched both arms high above her head. Her massive breasts rose with the motion and jiggled enticingly as she relaxed.
My gaze locked instantly onto the fresh bite marks circling her dark, swollen nipples. I gulped hard, throat suddenly parched.
Then her eyes turned to me.
They looked almost bored—half-lidded and indifferent. Yet beneath that lazy surface, I sensed a sharp, piercing edge that sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.
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For a second I stood there frozen, brain completely blank.
Then her voice slid through the silence — low, bored, almost lazy. "Hey, kid. Fetch me some tissues."
I nodded like a moron and scrambled off the bed, painfully aware I was stark naked. Face on fire, I bolted to the bathroom, grabbed a fistful of tissues, and rushed back — one hand frantically shielding my cock while the other shoved the wad at her like an idiot.
She glanced at my pathetic attempt to hide and let out a soft, mocking laugh.
Without a shred of shame she kicked the sheet away and spread her thighs wide open right in front of me.
My throat turned to sand. Her pussy was completely exposed — plump, glistening folds in that rich dusky light-brown, still swollen and puffy from last night. The warm caramel-brown outer lips looked so soft and velvety, the slightly pinker inner flesh just peeking out, slick and shiny. My cock jerked hard against my palm, thickening painfully fast.
Right then, a thick, creamy rope of cum slowly leaked out of her entrance, stretching in heavy white strands before dripping lazily onto the sheets.
Same bored expression on her face, she took the tissues and started wiping herself clean — casually spreading those dusky brown folds apart like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The room spun. My breathing came out ragged and desperate.
…Did I really just lose my virginity last night?
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In my panic, the hand covering my cock slipped away completely. I clapped both palms together nervously and blurted out,
"M-Madam!"
"I… I really can't remember anything from last night," I stammered, heart hammering wildly in my chest. "Please be honest with me. Was I… any good? In bed, I mean. At sex?"
Her deep, dark eyes narrowed in clear confusion.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Ahem… Madam, please don't misunderstand. I was still a virgin until yesterday."
Understanding finally dawned across her face. She studied me for a long, silent second, then asked in that same bored, lazy drawl,
"Do you have a cigarette?"
I shook my head quickly. "I don't smoke."
She pointed one slender finger toward the corner of the room. I followed her gesture to her sleek black vanity bag. Still completely naked, I walked over, bent down, and rummaged inside until I pulled out a slim cigarette and a lighter.
When I returned and stood before her, she parted her cherry-red lips just slightly, giving me a teasing glimpse of her soft pink tongue. The sight triggered a sudden, scorching flash of memory from the night before. My cock twitched violently.
She noticed right away and raised one elegant eyebrow.
Blushing furiously, I carefully placed the cigarette between her lips and lit it with trembling fingers.
She took a long, slow drag, the tip flaring bright orange, then exhaled a thin trail of smoke. Her half-lidded gaze drifted downward, locking shamelessly onto my throbbing erection.
My cheeks burned scarlet. A thick bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip and slowly trailed down my shaft.
Only after another deliberate drag did she finally answer, her voice low and slightly amused: "You are."