Awake

I woke up wedged tightly between Rina and Nia, their arms and legs wrapped around me like a body pillow. It was a little sweaty for my taste, but comforting in a way that made persuading myself to adjust position difficult. I opted instead to stare at the ceiling while collecting my thoughts.

Yesterday had really been something special. I hadn’t thought about it then, but I knew now I would remember it for the rest of my life.

After picking up the food, I arrived back to see these two viciously going at it in a standing missionary position near the entryway. They had set it up so I got as clean a view as possible upon opening the door. On reflection, they had almost certainly waited to start fucking in earnest — that position was a workout on its own, and they hardly seemed exhausted enough to have been having sex the whole time I was gone — but I didn’t notice amid the turbulent horny energy. The rest of the night descended into pandemonium after that; a wild blur of sex, banter, and pizza, with room for only the briefest of interruptions.

I didn’t regret it at all; in fact, it was about as close as I’ve ever gotten to the stereotypical college experience. The night went about as perfectly as it could have except for Nia being hurt. Now that the morning had sobered me from my high somewhat, however, I found formless dread welling uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t place what its source was, but the emotion was strong enough to stop me from getting up and starting my morning; unease at the thought of leaving them alone in bed together holding me in place.

Although intense, I decided it was probably just natural jitters, and hoped they would pass after we all talked. These were the kinds of worries aftercare was for, after all. I just had to ride it out for now, and eventually things would be okay again.

Rina shifted and pulled me into a bear hug, which caused Nia to roll over my side. Completely buried between them, the tension carried by my train of thought was thoroughly derailed. It was hard to take myself too seriously while smothered by two pairs of breasts, or with someone’s morning wood stabbing me in the rib cage…