Mike had left me to rest in his bed after demolishing me with his cock. He laid me down into his huge body groove and tucked me in under his gigantic blanket. It was pretty cute. Then he'd left to go clean up the mess we'd made in the kitchen. A cracked cabinet and a pool of sex juice; it definitely could've been worse.
Before long I heard Aron come home and I hoped to God that Mike had cleaned up the mess. Judging by his tone I guessed that he had. He only sounded a little bit startled instead of in full awkward panic. Although I didn't really know whether Mike cared what Aron thought or not. I didn't know how well they got along. Aside from a few quick exchanges with him, I didn't know Aron. I didn't even really know Mike that well, honestly.
It had been less than two weeks and I'd been absolutely smitten with him since the moment we'd met. I was constantly fawning over his size and thinking about the shape of his body and the deep tenor of his voice. I knew a bit about him: he was from the city, he had two sisters, his parents were still married, he worked at the comic book shop, and he had generally checked out of adult responsibilities and social convention. I didn't really know his opinions on things that weren't related to the Marvel cinematic universe or anime.
I hadn't told him much about myself either. He knew I didn't have any brothers or sisters but he didn't know anything about my parents or where I was from. I'd told him that I'd dropped out of college after pursuing psychology for two years. I hadn't shown him any of my art, only my modeling photos, which are pretty lame. I hadn't told him about the places I'd traveled, thinking he might feel bad about being unable to fit on a plane.
I told him I wasn't looking for a long term relationship. That was true, but I probably would've said that regardless just to keep from scaring him off. Feeling him hold me in his arms made me question my resolve, however. Being cradled by his burly arms and massive chest made me question how I could ever feel any better. I touched my aching pussy while I held onto that thought.
Mike fucking me all bent over like that had been an overdose of both pleasure and pain. While I lay in his bed, the pain remained and the pleasure was only a strong memory. My back, ass, and thighs felt bruised. My pussy was tender inside and out. I was sure I was gonna call in sick the next day; I couldn't handle being on my feet at the restaurant.
I heard Mike and Aron talk for a while, though I couldn't make out much of what they were saying. I wondered what he was telling Aron, what details he was revealing and what opinion of me he was passing on. Neurotic girl stuff, just overthinking his opinion and questioning my own. I was snuggled up and hidden in his blankets when he came back in the room.
He closed the door behind him before he spoke. "Felicia. You alright?"
I peeked my eyes out from under the blanket, eyeing his frame in the dark room.
"Mm-hm. I'm just sore. I'm not paralyzed."
"Oh...well that's good." We shared a fake little chuckle while Mike walked to the bedside and sat on the edge of his mattress. His incredible weight caused the bedframe to groan and shift.
We looked at each other in silence for a sec, in slightly new territory. I'd always done my best to pleasure Mike, and then toddled off abruptly after. I never wanted to be too girlfriendy with him, just in case. That time however, partially because of the tenderness of my thighs and abdomen, and partially because my lust was becoming something else, I really wanted to spend the night with him. I was just afraid to ask.
"So..." I put my arms over the blanket so that just my chest and below were covered. My eyes adjusted to seeing his face in the dark. "You want me to get the fuck out of here?"
Mike didn't answer right away. I couldn't bring myself to just ask him outright, so I took a more passive-aggressive route to test him.
"Um...do you want to? I mean, are you alright? I can call you a cab."
A typical and unromantic response, so I wasn't surprised.
"Eh...yeah...I guess so. I can go. I was just thinking...I don't know...if you want...would it be alright...if I just slept here?"
Again, Mike took his time in responding. It was an excruciating three to five seconds.
"Uhhhhhhhh...yeah, well...if you want to. I mean, I don't think you're gonna get very good sleep with me, honestly.
"Oh, okay."
"I'm kind of a loud sleeper."
"Yeah, right."
"And...I'm not sure it would work. Just the...space issue."
"Yeah, for sure. Yeah."
We mumbled over each other until I sat upright, letting the blanket fall down and expose my chest, black bra-clad. I swung my legs out to the side and sat next to him for a second. I put my hand on his massive thigh to help push myself up to my feet.
"I'll get dressed. Is my stuff here?"
The bed groaned as Mike shifted in his seat to face me.
"Yeah, it's on the dresser. But...it's not that I don't want you to stay..."
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it."
I kept my back to him while I started to get dressed. I felt myself slipping into a resentful little pout, so I gave myself a metaphorical slap in the face to shake it off.
"You sleep with one of those Darth Vader machines?" I wanted to consider his reasons and not drift too far into my own disappointment.
"The CPAP? Uh...yeah, I've got one. You know about that, huh?"
I shrugged as I got dressed.
"Well...I know what they are. I just figured. Makes sense, you might not wanna show me that. I wouldn't care about it though."
"Yeah...sure. It's just that it makes noise. So I figure you wouldn't get great sleep. And if I don't use it then I snore like a motherfucker and wake up a few times throughout the night."
"Yeah, okay..." I put my jeans on and was fully dressed. "I could always just leave though, if I can't fall asleep. It would be nice just to lie next to you, to feel your chest rise and fall."
I turned to face Mike and he looked away when I did. I said those words to try to make him feel less ashamed of himself, but as I heard myself speak it sounded like I was nagging him. Not attractive.
"Uhh...yeah, I guess. It's just..." Mike took a long time answering, and it made me cringe. He obviously didn't want me staying over and I kinda regretted even bringing it up. "I'm just afraid...that I might hurt you. You know? Like...I roll over sometimes...and I'm a really heavy sleeper once I'm out. So..."
"You're afraid you're gonna crush me?" He looked pretty glum when I asked him that.
