9. Ana
9
ANA
M y body felt oddly limber and relaxed. I hadn't felt this well rested in ages. I stretched my limbs and then froze. My shorts were damp around my crotch area. I groaned, had I sleep-masturbated again? I usually only did that when I was stressed. The wetness felt odd, though. It was…stickier than usual. I sat up and that's when I caught the scent of cologne. Dark, spicy scented cologne. Had someone been in my room? My eyes widened. The man watching me from the trees? I took a quick internal assessment of my body. Nothing was sore or different. My clit felt a little sensitive and there was the wetness between my legs. I stuck my hand in my shorts and then looked at the sticky substance. It looked a lot like semen. It couldn’t be, though? Right? How would semen get inside my shorts? I bit my lip, confused, but by the way my nipples harden, and my clit throbbed, my body clearly remembered something from last night and from how relaxed I felt it was obviously good. Did I have an orgasm? I snorted. Yeah right. If I couldn't give myself orgasm, no one could. But the looseness of my muscles said otherwise. My first orgasm and I was asleep for it. Ana, you should be freaking out that a stranger broke into your house, gave you an orgasm and came on your pussy. My logical brain screamed at me. I didn’t even chide myself for using the word pussy . It was in my head, after all, so it didn’t count.
I grabbed my baseball bat and jumped out of bed. He could still be here. I walked around my room slowly. Opening my closet door quickly with one hand holding the bat up with the other. Nothing. I surveyed the whole house and there were no signs of a break in. I sighed. Maybe I was just going crazy. I walked back upstairs and into my bathroom. I leaned the bat on the door frame and stared at myself in the mirror. The state of my appearance was quite chaotic; my hair was a tangled mess, my cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and my eyes were unfocused and glazed over. I shook my head not willing to think about what might have happened last night. I brushed my teeth, and then turned on my shower and noticed my shampoo was slightly out of place. I frowned. Maybe I moved it yesterday. I peeled off my clothes and walked to my laundry hamper, I was about to dump the clothes in when I noticed that my underwear from yesterday was missing.
“What the fuck?” I said, this time out loud.
Did… Did he steal my dirty panties? Heat flooded my cheeks. I shook my head aggressively. I should be pissed not blushing and not wondering what he would do with my dirty panties. I tossed the clothes into the hamper and got into the shower. I should probably call the police. I shuddered. The thought was more horrifying than having a stalker, I mean he didn’t hurt me after all. Yes, he didn’t hurt you just gave you an orgasm in your sleep and then left. I should be mad or scared at least but for some strange reason, I was happy I wasn’t alone anymore, even If he was a stalker I knew nothing about.
Memories of the night my parents died pushed to the surface of my mind.
My heart raced as I approached the scene, shards of shattered glass crunching beneath my trembling feet. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant wailing of sirens. Desperation clawed at my chest, urging me closer to the truth.
Through the shattered window, I glimpsed the remnants of a life shattered. Splintered furniture, strewn photographs, and bloodstained walls painted a gruesome picture of violence. My parents, once pillars of strength and love, lay lifeless amidst the chaos that now consumed our home.
The stench of fear mingled with the acrid smoke, choking the air and stealing my breath. Flashing lights cut through the darkness, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. The night sky mirrored the turmoil within me, a vast canvas painted in hues of black and despair.
Uniformed figures moved with haunting precision, their footsteps echoing like a macabre symphony. Each officer, a faceless guardian of justice, disappeared into the house, their expressions grim and determined.
A detective emerged from the chaos; his eyes weary yet ablaze with determination. His presence commanded authority, a beacon of hope amidst the wreckage. He approached me, his voice a low rasp, laced with the weight of countless investigations.
"Stay strong," he whispered, his words a lifeline in the abyss. "We will find those responsible."
But as I stood there, engulfed in a whirlwind of grief and rage, things about the scene didn't sit right with me. Broken glass was outside the window instead of inside. The front door looked untouched. A flicker of doubt crept into my mind. Were they these officers merely here to investigate, or a web of deceit lurking in the shadows? The truth became a fragile thread, dangling precariously before my searching eyes. Something wasn't right .
The sound of the front door swinging open shattered the hold that the memory had on me. Voices filled the house. Julia was back, and she brought friends. I finished up in the shower and walked into my room to get dressed. I decided I was going to go to the library today, but I’d stop at the cafe to get coffee first. Maybe I’d see Reece again. I thought. I was about to slip out of my towel when the hairs on my the back of my neck suddenly rose. He was here . My cheeks heated and my core throbbed. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction though, so I decided I was going to ignore him. I moved out of view from the window, walking into my closet, I slipped on a pair of red silk panties and a red sweater dress. One side fell off the shoulder. I loved the dress, but it was a bit shorter than what I’d usually wear, but it was a nice day out, and it was going to stay that way according to the weather app on my phone, a rarity in Red falls that I intended to take full advantage off.
I walked out of the closet, avoiding the window as much as possible, and up to my floor-length mirror I picked up a brush and fixed my hair. I was leaving it down today too. I stuffed my textbooks and notebooks into my bag and walked out of my room and downstairs. I couldn’t help but wonder how he would react to my outfit choice. Would he like it? Why did I even care? Once downstairs, I said hello to Katy and Nick. They were twins and Julia’s childhood friends. Nathan was there too, and I said quick hello to him, trying not to cringe at the memories of him slobbering all over me. Julia hugged me and fussed over me for a few minutes. Nathan had told her I was followed home the other night. She was pissed that I didn't call her. After I promised I would if something like that happened again, she finally let me go. Her boyfriend Mason nodded in agreement at adding that I could call him too.
I finally walked out of the house and headed to the cafe.