Dawn follows to the bathroom.

Dawn woke up in the daze. Her lipstick was smeared and her clothes were tattered. He hair was out of place. She blew on her hair to get Dawn watched, almost in a daze, as Jasmine went into the bathroom. She felt totally disheveled, lipstick out of place, clothes tattered, hair going every which-way. She blew a strand of hair to get it out of her eyes, and noticed the droplets of sweat running down her brow. Smiling, she couldn’t help the wave of emotions that filled her. She was scared of the intimacy she had just shared, shocked that she had been able to go through with it, and above all excited. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it was going to pop out of her chest.

That this had happened still seemed so unreal. She had just “made it” with her best friend. For some reason it seemed okay, a natural thing to have done. It was weird, of course, but not the level of weird she had assumed it would be. Jasmine’s arms felt comfortable and right; in them, Dawn felt content, and as though it was meant to be that way.

In the background, Dawn heard the television playing quietly. The sounds around her seem unusually precise; the shower in the bathroom, the sound of Jasmine singing a pop-song off key.

Deciding that it was the right thing to do, Dawn climbed off the bed, walking to the bathroom. The bathroom door was slightly cracked, steam leaking through the opening. Inside, the shape of Jasmine’s body in the shower is barely visible. Although recently exhausted, Dawn’s body responds to the provocative shape in the steam, a hot blur of pleasure winding towards her crotch. Struggling, Dawn wondered if she should go any further.