Birdie
My body felt warm and tired as I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes because I could hear Hunter singing to me. It was a song that we used to sing when we were kids, one that his dad really loved, an Irish song going back to his Irish ancestors called Danny Boy. I wasn't sure why Hunter was singing it to me, but I liked it. He had a nice voice. His timbre was husky and melodic, and he carried a tune well.
"Oh Danny Boy," he sang, and I smiled as I heard about the pipes calling. Surprisingly, I didn't feel upset with myself for having let him fuck me. It'd been nice being with him. It'd been nice making love. It'd been so long since I'd been with anyone. And if I was honest, I'd never gone all the way with anyone but him. Yeah, I'd made out and yeah, I'd done other stuff, but actual full-on intercourse, he was my one and only. Not that I would tell him that, of course. Now knowing that he had other women. It made me feel as if I couldn't get anyone else, even though I knew that wasn't true. There were plenty of guys that wanted to have sex with me, more guys than I could count. But for me, sex was something special. I didn't question why I'd slept with Hunter if it was so special to me because he wasn't special to me anymore, at least not in that way, at least that was what I was telling myself.
"I know you're awake, Birdie."
He kissed the side of my cheek and my eyes flew open. "How did you know?" I looked over at him with a small smile, questioning.
"Because your breathing changed."
"What are you, some sort of detective?" I laughed, running my hands through his hair again, loving the touch of his strands on my fingertips. I looked at his chest and then ran my fingers down across his pecs. His skin was so tan and so cut, different from when we'd been together, even different from when he'd been on the football team. And I thought he'd been in great shape then. "You must really work out a lot, huh?" I said absentmindedly as I ran my fingers down his six pack.
"You like it?" he chuckled.
"No," I lied and then I laughed. "I mean, of course, it's amazing. You must be in the gym like 18 hours a day."
"Close," he nodded and laughed. "So it's 7:00." He made a face.
"Yeah, and?"
"My meeting's at 8:30."
"Okay."
"So if we're going to have morning sex, it's going to need to be a quickie."
"Really, Hunter? Don't you think that you need to go back to the hotel and shower and put on some applicable clothes suitable for a meeting?"
"You don't think my black jeans and black shirt are suitable for a meeting?"
"With a bank manager, not really."
"Yeah, maybe not."
"You know your dad would be pissed off if you ruined it because of me."
"What do you mean?" He blinked at me. "What do you know?"
"Huh?" I was confused. "What are you talking about? I was just joking."
"Oh," he shook his head. "Sorry, I thought you were talking about something else."
"Talking about what, Hunter?" I was really confused now. "What's your dad got to do with anything?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. My dad is just my dad and, you know, he's just living his life in South Carolina and I was living my life in South Carolina. And I'm here just to merge these two banks, and there's nothing about you that he might ... " he paused. "Anyway, are we going to have morning sex or what?"
"You're really confusing me, Hunter. What are you talking about? Does your dad not like me or what?"
"You know my dad always thought you were a great girl."
"He did? Or he didn't? I always thought he liked me, but the way that you're talking ... "
"Shh." He kissed me on the lips. "Enough talk. We've only got five minutes now."
"We can't do anything in five minutes, Hunter," I said, trying to push him off slightly, but succumbing to the feel of his warm lips against mine. His hands slid to my breasts and his fingers pinched my nipples and I cried out. Why was I so pliable to him? Why did I enjoy being with him so much? I just couldn't say no to him when he touched me. "Okay, well, 10 minutes."
He grinned as he rolled over on top of me, his fingers opening my legs and running across my clit.
"Hunter," I gasped as he played with me until I was wet.
"I have one question for you, Birdie."
"Yes?"
"Um, I know this is a little bit late of me to ask." He looked nervous.
"What is it?"
"You're still on the pill, right?"
He looked into my eyes questioningly and I just stared at him, comprehending what he was saying. Shit, it hadn't even struck me that we hadn't used protection. I didn't know what to say to that. I'd been on the pill for most of the time that we dated, at least after we started having sex. "Oh shit, Birdie. That look has me nervous."
"It shouldn't have you nervous. I just ... " I chewed on my lower lip. "I'm not on the pill."
"You're not on the pill? As in, at all?"
"What do you mean, as in at all? Like, it's not just a sometimes thing. You can't sometimes be on the pill and sometimes not be on the pill."
"I know. I don't know what I was saying. So last night then..."
"So yeah, last night we weren't protected."
"Oh, shit." He blinked and just gazed at me. I blinked back at him. I licked my lips nervously.
“I mean, it's unlikely right, that I'd be pregnant just from one time right?”
“Are you kidding me, Birdie?”
"Oh, wait!" I suddenly exclaimed with a small grin. "Oh, my gosh. I'm so crazy."
"What? What is it?" he frowned.
"I am on the pill."
"What do you mean you are on the pill?"
"I am on the pill." I grinned at him...regretting my impulsive decision to lie and joke about it.
"So why did you say that you weren't?"
"I was just joking. I thought it would lighten the mood."
"Really Birdie?” He shook his head. “Me becoming a dad was going to lighten the mood?”
"Bad joke, sorry.” I bit down on my lower lip. “Guess I won’t make it as a comedian.”
"Birdie, I'm so confused right now." He looked at his watch, "And we really only have five minutes if we want to do this now."
"You still want to do this right now after everything?"
"What is everything?"
"After the fact that we almost had a pregnancy scare?"
"We didn't have a pregnancy scare, Birdie. I mean, I know the first few seconds we did. Oh my gosh, I'm so confused with you, girl. Like, was the sex so good that I got your brain scrambled?"
"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes. “Sorry about the pill joke, I’m on it for reasons other than sex, you know.”
"What are you talking about? What other reasons would you be taking the pill, if not for sex?"
"I take it to regulate my period, okay?"
"Um, okay. And so when you're with other guys, you ... "
"I'm not with other guys like that. Okay, Hunter?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I haven't had sex with another guy since you, okay?"
"You mean, at all?" He looked shocked.
"Yeah, at all."
"You mean, I'm your one and only?"
"I've done other things, you know, with other guys. You're not a one and only for everything."
"But I'm the one and only guy you've had sex with."
"Hunter, stop grinning. It's not funny."
"I don't think it's funny. I just think it's kind of sweet."
"It's not sweet. I just ... Oh, I don't know."
"I mean, that's really nice, Birdie," he said softly. "Thank you. It makes me feel special."
"Uh-huh, I'm sure it does. So am I your one and only?"
He started laughing.
"What is so funny about that question?"
"Birdie, it's been years since we've been together and I'm a man. What do you think?"
"Oh, so I'm guessing you banged lots of women?"
"I'm not going to answer that question, but yes, I've had sex since you. You knew that."
Of course. I knew I shouldn't feel jealous and upset, but I did. I don't know why I'd been hoping that he'd saved himself. But really, why would he save himself for me? We were over. We'd been over.
"I'm guessing this isn't going to happen this morning, is it?" he said with a wry smile.
"I don't think so," I laughed.
"What about I meet you later?"
"I work today, Hunter."
"I know you work and I'm not saying during work. Well, maybe lunchtime?"
"No, Hunter. I'm not meeting you at lunchtime for a quickie."
"What about after work?"
"I'll think about it, I guess."
"I mean, do you want to see me again or?" He seemed unsure of himself now.
"Yes, I want to see you again," I said softly and I kissed him on the lips. I ran my fingers down his chest again. I mean, if you had 10 minutes right now, I'd be game, but you don't, so."
"I could make 10 minutes for you, Birdie."
"No, you have your meeting. You have to go." I laughed as I pushed him off of me. "Out of the bed, put your clothes on and go home and shower and get changed."
"I was hoping that I could stay here and we could shower together."
"No, Hunter, that's not going to happen because you know what? If we shower together, you're going to get frisky and I'm going to get frisky and you know what's going to happen?"
"What's going to happen, Birdie?"
"You're going to miss your meeting and then everything's going to go belly up and your dad is going to blame me and your family business is-"
"I wouldn't let my dad blame you for anything, Birdie. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I frowned again. "What is going on with you and your dad, Hunter? Is there something I should know?"
"No," he said quickly. "No." He jumped out of the bed and reached down and grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them on quickly, followed by his pants and then his shirt. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the lips.
"I'm going to go now, but see you tonight, yeah?"
"Message me and I'll see."
"Okay. I had fun last night, Birdie."
"Uh-huh, I'm sure you did."
"I hope to see you tonight, okay?"
"Okay. Bye, Hunter."
"Bye, Birdie."
"Oh, and Hunter?"
"Yes," he said as he walked away and then looked back at me, an inquiring look on his face.
"Good luck today, okay? You knock them dead."
"Thanks." He gave me an appreciative smile, a little wave, and then he was gone.