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My New Life 2: The Next Morning

Wow! I wasn't expecting this story to be received so well. Thank you all for reading the first part of the story. The positive response has certainly been a surprise. I’d like to address a few things since I've received several PM’s with questions. First of all, I’d like to reiterate that this is fiction. The parts based on reality are Felix’s past. His experiences and life very closely mirror my own. That means all the health issues and flashbacks are true, while the encounters with Clara and the other girls are entirely fictional. The latest chapter ended up a lot longer than expected, so I broke it into two separate parts. Part 3 is over half finished so it should be out fairly soon. Well, I've said enough. Once again, feel free to leave comments and enjoy the story. ___________________________________________ Chapter 2: The Morning After Saturday morning I awoke early, as usual. That was about the only thing about the morning that was usual. If it hadn't been for my current circumstances, I would've definitely chalked up my memories from the previous night to a dream of fantasy. But since I was naked, felt a woman’s body pressed up against my side, had the same woman’s arm draped across my chest, and the both of us reeked of sweat and sex, I was fairly confident that the memories were not merely remnants of a dream. I turned my head to see Clara, my new girlfriend, still sleeping peacefully on her side. The look on her face wasn't the typical sleeping beauty from the ...

... movies, but to me she looked gorgeous. As I gently brushed a stray strand of her red hair back behind her ear, I realized that I had no idea how long she would sleep. According to her, she normally woke up at half-past seven, but I didn't know if sex the previous night would alter that timeline. Rather than stay in bed and risk waking her, I figured it would be better to get up. I kissed her on the nose and, as carefully as possible, slipped out from under her arm. The moment I got my feet on the floor, my body was filled with pain. I stifled a groan as best I could. I was sore. Not just a little sore, not even merely achy. My legs and torso seemed to scream in agony as I rose to my feet. I let out an involuntary moan, “Fuck.” After unloading an entire moving van the previous day and losing my virginity, my muscles were beyond sore. I needed to stretch or I was going to cramp up. I stumbled over to my dresser to get a pair of boxers. Clara was the one who had actually organized my clothes while helping unpack. After a few wrong drawers, I decided to put on my boxers from last night. I’d only put them on after my shower, and Clara had removed them before we got too into things. So I figured they were clean enough. But now, it was time to stretch. Normally I was pretty flexible. I could touch my toes when my feet were together and rest my palms flat on the ground with my feet apart. This morning, I barely got to my shins before my hamstrings felt like they were about to snap, so I ...