Sandwich Slice

"Sara's point of view,"

"Sara, good morning."

Upon opening my eyes, I noticed his wide smile.

What's wrong with him?

Why does he look so happy in the morning?

I glanced at him, incredulous.

His feet were warm against my thigh. I felt his hand on my waist.

What is happening?

Where are my clothes?

According to my memory, I wore beer pajamas. No, don't tell me he ripped my pajamas too. I looked down to see.

Red lingerie?

Seeing myself in a red bra and panties made my face flush.

How can I sleep with him in only this? What happened between us last night?

I tried to remember.

How could I have done this?

What will he think of me now?

"Can we do it again, Sara?"

The look on his cheeky face tells me he's mocking me about last night.

"Don't think about it." Before he could reach for my vagina, I held his hand in the air.

"Don't forget that you made me kiss your pussy last night," he spoke softly in my ear.

Why can't I keep myself in check?

I've got to put up with this monste