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    The First Time (6)

    Tina woke up alone. She was back in her apartment. Eric had gone to bed after she had gone to the bathroom the night before, and she had driven straight home after she crept out of the bathroom. 
    Her face was dry and there was salt caked in the corners of her eyes from tears. She didn’t remember falling asleep crying, but she must have. She had just awoke from a dream. It had been a replica of what had happened the night before, except instead of Eric, it was Bette on top of her. But Tina hadn’t felt repulsed. In fact, she was still trying to grasp that lingering feeling of arousal that she had felt upon waking. But it was fading now, and so was the dream. All she could think about was Eric’s sweaty body on top of hers. His wiry chest hair brushing against her delicate skin. His grunts as he came inside of her.
    She rolled over and tried to shake those images from her mind. She wanted to go back to sleep–go back to her dream. Tina just didn’t want to think and deal with all of the conflicting emotions swimming around in her head. Her alarm clock started going off across the room, the sound slowly getting louder until it was unbearable. She let out of bed and bounded across the room, hitting the off button with a little extra force than necessary. 
    The mirror above her dresser reflected someone she didn’t know. She rubbed at her face and wiped the sleep from her eyes, then began to go through her drawers to get ready for work. At least it was Friday.
    Tina got ready half-heartedly, smearing on the smallest amount of make-up required to cover the bags under her eyes and red blotchy leftovers from her crying jag. She rushed out of her apartment with nary a second to spare, bagel hanging from her mouth.
    At work she was preoccupied. All day, every phone call, she was distracted and disengaged. She didn’t retain information from one second to the next, and she had to endure questioning from several people about what was wrong.
    "Nothing, I just didn’t sleep well last night and I’m tired."
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    Comments

    1. Ooooh is she on her way to Bettes? And you keep referring to Eric coming inside of her..is she gonna be preggo?!! Love this story , great writing,please post soon!!

    2. I could feel Tina’s revulsion when Eric let himself into her apartment and expected her to “make a nice dinner” for them. How about him catering to her? What a selfish prick!

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