Jason

Jason returned to consciousness slowly, like he'd been scuba diving. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light; every muscle in his body ached, like he'd been at several classes in a row at the martial arts school he attended.

"I don't drink that much," he thought. "This only feels like a hangover."

Slowly turning to his left, he saw Sonia still fast asleep. Even after their 'performance' for the older women last night, he looked over at the multiracial girl with love in his heart.

"Damn, she's beautiful," he thought. Most of his life, he'd had difficulties trying to deal with people. The fact that his mom was black and his father was very very Irish always threw people a bit. Certainly, he'd had a few lovers, but not until meeting Ann, and finding out about the MWC, did he finally find his place.

During one of Veronica's parties, he'd met up with Sonia Villacruz, who'd gone through some of the same things as him. They almost immediately thought of themselves as friends, ended up sleeping together that night, and officially began thinking of themselves as lovers nearly a month later.

"Is that it?" Jason thought. "Am I falling in love with my best friend?"

Still naked, he staggered out of the bed and headed over to the shower. The intense water pressure hit him like a deep-tissue massage. Jason simply stood still for a few minutes, letting the water return him to the waking world.

Bracing his hands against the wall, Jason's eyes were closed as he felt a pair of hands encircle his waist, stopping just above his crotch. Keeping the hands clasped, Jason turned around to face...