Guilty Feelings

Ray felt her soft and plump lips on his. He let go of his restraint and enjoyed the feeling. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him. Then in the blink of an eye, they vanished from that spot like smoke dissipating in thin air.

...

When the morning light shined its way through the half-opened windows of his cheap apartment and into Ray's home, Ray bent his head in a daze. He wanted to get up, but suddenly felt something soft wrapped around him.

Ray Tristan who immediately turned clear-headed looked down, sure enough, it was the drunk and dive (not drive, dive used to indicate here her suicide attempt) woman he brought home last night. They had a wild night in his cheap apartment last night.

At this moment a lotus-like arm hugged onto his waist. Beneath the blanket, a pair of plump breasts squeezed onto his thigh, that exquisite point of contact felt as smooth as plush. A pair of white and delicate thighs unreservedly coiled around his lower body, faintly revealing that alluring b.u.t.t line, with some traces of last night's indulgence.

Exquisitely matching with the woman deeply asleep was that innocent and absolutely beautiful face, which made Ray can't help but lament, among all the women he has met in his lifetime, this woman is definitely capable of entering the top 10.

Just as Ray was lamenting this heaven-sent art piece of a lady's figure, out of the corner of his eyes, he abruptly saw that at the tail-end of the bed, there was a dry red bloodstain on the bedsheet!!!

His heartstrings being pulled, Ray frowned as he looked at the woman who still looked aloof and detached, somewhat surprised too. This blood obviously wasn't bled by him, still it was really unexpected for him to find a beauty that was that deranged was actually still a virgin.

He now felt a little guilty for taking advantage of her drunken state. But you cannot blame all of it on him. He was drunk too and it was the lady who took initiative.

Just as Ray sat on the bed thinking of how to handle this situation, the woman who slept on him finally woke up.

After the woman opened her eyes in bewilderment, she lightly lifted her head, and saw Ray calmly looking at her.

The man standing in front was very unfamiliar, yet also felt familiar. In her nose, there was a heavy scent of a man's body and something else. Doing her best to think through what was going on, the unorganized scenes of last night's wild occurrence surfaced in her mind... The woman quickly understood how everything came to be!

After Ray was sure that she was not a drunk anymore, he was very curious as to what reaction this woman might have, screaming? Beat and scold him? Call the police? Or even murder? If that were the case, Ray wouldn't feel any guilt, she may do as she pleases.

However, the woman's reaction was mysteriously tranquil and peaceful.

"Thank you for stopping me. I think I repayed you for saving me last night. With this, we are even.", the woman said this in a cold voice after opening her mouth for the first time in the morning.

Then she unhurriedly sat up on the bed, under the dull sunlight, she got out of the blanket revealing that snow-white skin, jade sculpture-like s.e.xy figure. The visual attack made Ray's breathing turn deep and heavy.

On her body there were even lovebites, red imprints of spanking, and even some viscous remains from a man, With a big chest and a firm b.u.t.t, her body had a graceful curve representing a S-shape. It was a standard golden ratio figure.

The huge chest was especially attention-catching and eye-ball-grabbing. These could let one's imagination run wild.

The woman got off the bed without the slightest bit of awkwardness, when even her fragrant garden could easily be seen.

But it was precisely this type of indifference and tranquility, which made Ray feel stifled in his heart, on top of it, the woman said him 'thank you' which made him feel even more ashamed. Taking in a deep breath he then said, "I'm sorry."

At that moment the woman turned away to put on her underwear, hearing those words, she couldn't help but pause for a moment, but she did not speak or turn around, and continued putting on her clothes.

Ray did not say anything more, but felt like there was a stone scaling on his heart, making it hard to breathe. It had been so many years since he felt guilt from doing a woman.

During those periods, majority of women were merely an outlet for venting his lust and sexual desires, and simply not the same species that possessed their own thoughts to him. Suddenly, a woman he spent a night with made his heart feel perplexed and full of guilt, Ray began to suspect whether he had been too much affected by his long hibernation, and his personality softened.

In less than five minutes, the woman had already worn her clothes properly, spruced up her appearance for a little, to make sure no one could see any peculiarity in her appearance at all. After that, as nonvocal as before, she walked towards the door.

Ray saw that she was leaving without a word, so he couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the way back? Do you want me to send you back?"

This time the woman did not even pause at all, she walked out of the room, and casually closed the door.

Ray blankly stared at the door being closed, and couldn't help laughing bitterly. This woman was considered top quality amongst the women he had seen his whole life. Just as he was about to get off the bed, Ray, whose hearing far exceeded the ability of the average person, heard a sobbing sound, coming from the corridor...

Seems like she still cried, however, she wasn't willing to let him see or hear it, unfortunately, she did not know he had hearing that far exceeded the average, so she didn't manage to evade him hearing.

Once he thought of how during that whole period of time that woman was forcefully withholding her tears, Ray's feeling of guilt once again flared up.