| Rolling out of bed, his foot touched the cold cement floor. At times he wondered why he hadn’t gotten an area carpet for the bed, which also reminded him that he needed to buy something to cover the windows, stupid sunlight shinning in was making it hard to sleep in. He never knew that so much light would come in at 7:00 o’clock in the morning. Weaving through the various boxes on the floor, he ran as fast as he could without bouncing too much. He drank too much last night, he knew he shouldn't have, and now his bladder was dying for release. Michael scurried to the bathroom, which happened to be on the other side of his loft. He had a rude awakening when he fell flat on his face as his foot caught onto something on the floor. Fuck! That didn't help his problem. He quickly found the item and picked it up to examine it. Blinking twice he couldn't believe what he was holding up, a pair of black, strappy, three inch stiletto heels. Scanning the room, Michael finally let his eyes adjust to the light. Various articles of clothing were discarded everywhere, nonetheless, the urge from his bladder made him rush to the bathroom. Michael sighed in relief as he emptied out his bladder. Thanks goodness he slept in the nude last night. There was no need to fumble with clothing. His thoughts wandered back to the disarray in the living room. His own clothing were in the mix with the feminine kind; the black lacy bra was dangling on the bar stool while the matching panties were near the door, and not to mention his favorite chair was on its side. His hands reached up above his head for a nice long stretch. Michael checked himself out in the mirror. Seeing that everything was in place he rubbed his tummy, needs more work. Something caught his attention in the mirror. He twisted his body to get a better look at this lower back, which was really his upper butt cheek. He couldn’t believe his eyes, teeth marks! Michael splashed cold water on his face to wake him up. He ran a wet hand through his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. Walking around the cluttered room he started to pick up the discarded clothes, not even thinking twice whom it belonged to. It was not the first time that he had gotten drunk and came home with some girl he picked up the night before. And it was not unusual for him to wake up to a Cynthia, Katie or DeeDee, but this was the first time there wasn’t a warm body in his bed. Michael eyes went wide, he ran towards his room, or the area that was to be his room, and checked out his bed, empty. He sighed in relief, because he didn’t have to deal with morning hellos and trying to remember names. Looking at the clothing in his hand, his eyebrow raised in confusion; there was no way she would have left without clothing. Michael threw the clothing towards his bed, but it fell short and landed on the floor. It was early but the sun was shining brightly through the big windows of his loft. Michael rubbed his face with this palm, too early, his eyes hurt, his head hurt and his shoulder hurt. Looking up, he realized that he never checked upstairs. Michael ran up the stairs in two to see if his guest was up there, being noisy and looking through his stuff. Standing at the top of the stairs he looked at his work area and everything seemed to be in place. Compared to downstairs, this studio was in immaculate condition. His paintings were set neatly on the floor and so were his brushes and paints. Downstairs was a war zone, he moved in two months ago and the boxes were still all over the place, but it never really bothered him since he was hardly down there, only to eat, watch TV or sleep. The first thing that he unpacked was his art supplies, which were now moved here. The upstairs was supposed to be the bedroom, but he liked the open space and the ability to look over to bottom floor. It was a pain to run across the loft to go to the bathroom, but he liked the quietness of the upstairs bedroom, thus was why he made it his studio. He looked at the paintings that were leaning on the central wall. They were the most recent paintings he had been working on. He just had finished his figure series and now started to work on his landscape ones. Looking over what he had gotten done thus far, he was pleased at the progress, not to mention the color in the new series. He had been experimenting. Looking over the ledge of the second story, he shook his head at the mess downstairs. Michael scratched his eyebrow, wondering why his favorite chair was on its side. As he descended the stairs, he occasionally picked up an article of clothing while wishing he could remember something, anything, from last night. Michael used the remote that he found on the ground near the knocked over leather chair to click the TV on. Cartoons! He threw the remote to the side and flopped down into the leather couch to catch up with his Saturday morning cartoons. “Hey! Ouch!” “Whoa! What the hell!” Michael jumped off the couch in shock. Looking at his couch, it started to move, well something under the sheet started to move. Squinting, he peered down closer and saw blonde hair. He always liked blondes, brunettes, red heads, Asian, Black, eh, it didn’t matter, but he loved blondes the most. So last night he did bring home a blond and he bet she was hot. He reached over and gave the sheet a quick yank. The person tried to hold the sheet in place, but they were no match for Michael. “OH.MY.GOD!” Michael yelled as he stumbled back a few steps in surprise. He lost his footing and fell hard on his ass. “Maria! What are you doing here?” Michael questioned, rubbing the sore spot as he stood up. Michael's face took a look of confusion, but quickly turned into annoyance when Maria started to laugh at him. What was so funny about a man falling on his ass? He didn’t realize why she was laughing at him until he noticed her looking at one particular part of his body. He felt the red rushing to his face. Michael grabbed the closest thing he could find to cover his nakedness, but by doing so, he yanked the covers off of Maria, exposing her naked breast. Maria yelped at the sudden coolness on her skin. She scurried to grab the end of the sheet, pulling on it to cover herself. Maria glanced up at Michael. His face was turned away from her and his eyes squeezed shut. Maria opened up the cover and looked down, she didn’t have an ugly body, she could use more boobs, but it was far from being disgusting. “Michael, what’s the deal?” Maria questioned as she tugged on the sheet to get his attention. “You’re naked” “And so are you Buddy.” “Yeah- But you’re naked!” “I can see that, but I don’t think that I’m that unattractive for you not to look at me.” “No, no I didn’t mean it that way, it’s just that You Are Naked-” Michael tried to explain while peering through an half opened eye. “Well you didn’t seem to complain too much last night!” Maria was getting irritated; he was going to make a big deal out of it! “What? No… what? We? WE!?” Michael’s eyes went wide at the realization of what happened last night. He’s dead meat! He could feel his flesh slowly being beaten into a bloody pulp. How did this happen? “Please tell me there was no LAST NIGHT!” “Oh, yes there was. Ok- maybe we should get dressed and talk about it rationally?” Maria was loosing her patience. Michael was a few years older than she was, but at time he seemed to lack in maturity. “Yeah, let get dress,” Michael agreed. He started to walk towards his bedroom, dragging the sheet behind him. “Michael!” Michael spun his head around. The sheet that Maria was using to cover herself was on the floor, following him. Maria was trying to hide her nakedness behind her long legs; hugging them as close to her body as possible. “Ammmm… sorry-” Michael looked quickly away and threw the sheet at her before he made a mad-dash into his bedroom. * Michael waited patiently on the couch. He rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. The thought of how last night happened cycled over and over again in his head. How was he going to get out of this one? He glanced over to the clock on the VCR, but it was still blinking 12:00. He really needed to get his place into shape, it had been two months. Usually he would have gotten the girl out of his apartment already and made some empty promises about calling them back, but this one was not like the other girls. It was Kyle’s sister for heaven sakes. Granted they were stepsiblings, but Kyle was still going to have his head roasting on a stick when he found out, if he found out. This was going to really complicate things, not that it didn’t complicated things before, but that was back in high school. They both got over it and put the past behind them. He just didn’t want to complicate the group dynamics. His heart raced when he heard the bathroom door open. His back straightened when he heard her come closer. * Maria made a noise in her throat to get his attention, but it made him straight his back, scary cat. Slowly coming up behind him, she took the palm of her hand and smacked him in the back of his head. “Owwwww… what-cha do that for?” he asked with a look of irritation on his face. “Because you are being an idiot!” Maria went over and took a seat on his favorite chair and stared at him. “So you are OK with this?” “Hello! I was there!” “So you took advantage of my drunken state.” Michael tried to put some humor into the situation, but it didn’t seem to help. “Michael, what is the problem? Can you tell me so I can have a clue?” “You’re asking me what the problem is? I know you're blonde but you’re not that blonde. YOU ARE KYLE'S SISTER! Plus, I don’t want to go through this again! Don’t want to fuck things up.” Maria rolled her eyes at his response. Not this again! “Why are you complicating things? We are friends, no?” He slowly nodded yes. “Are we not adults?” Maria looked up and saw that he was nodding. “Don’t complicate things by bring my brother or the past into this. You didn’t force me and I didn’t force you.” “I was drunk.” “Whatever. My point is- why can’t friends just, you know, have sex? ” Michael raised an eyebrow at her last statement. He had never heard a girl say that before, but than again, Maria was a different breed of girls. Maria got up and started to gather her things together. “It happened and by the looks of it, it won’t happen again. So don’t stress about it. Well, I gotta go.” Was he hearing her correctly? She was ok. But he was bothered by the tone of her voice. He finally got up when she reached the door. “So you are not uncomfortable with what happened at all?” “Nope!” Maria hit the down call button of the elevator. She turned around to look at Michael after she entered the elevator, he looked perplexed, confused, so she chuckled at him. “Hey-” she yelled as the door was closing, “Don’t mention this to Kyle, k?” TBC |
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