NYE: Beer Pong--A Groggy Morning

The first light of the new year streamed through the window, cutting through the remnants of **** and sweat that lingered from the night before. Jonathan was the first to groggily stir to life, his head pounding like a **** metal band was playing at a drunken orgy in his brain. His eyes widened as he remembered the events of the night before. He lay between two beautiful women: his soon-to-be wife and her best friend. He still couldn't hardly believe what had happened. This proved it was in fact--not a dream. The thought of everything that happened turned him on. But there was a sense of fear that Leah might regret all this too.

Leah turned over, hair wild and makeup smeared like a raccoon at a rave. Her eyes met with Jonathan’s, and they shared a mixture of horror and amusement. There was definitely a lot to talk about—which they wouldn't because what was there to even say?

They motioned silently with each other using hand gestures trying to slip out of the bed quietly. Samantha was still sleeping well evidently. They slipped out from under the covers, Jonathan in his boxers which he had evidently put back on during a 3am stooper to the bathroom to relieve himself and Leah clutching whatever clothing she found sprawled on the floor. Just as they thought they might slip away unscathed, Samantha stretched luxuriously on the bed. Her cat-like grin spelled out mischief.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone...unless I get drunk again," she winked, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. Jonathan said sheepishly as he headed toward the bedroom door with his clothes in a bundle. He wanted to change outside of Samantha's room--though he wasn't sure whey he felt weird putting clothes on after taking them off the night before. Leah gave Samantha a confused and sensual smile as she awkwardly waved and followed Jonathan out of the bedroom leaving Samantha with a "I'll text you later."

When they were both dressed and heading to the car Jonathan broke the silence first.

"What a New Years Eve Party." his voice was tired but also elated in the "I just had a threesome with two good looking women" kind of elation some men can only dream of (or pay for).

"Yeahhhhh." Leah said not sure what exactly to say. "What a night..."

The ride was a bit awkward and Leah was grateful that it didn't spawn any more conversations about the topic. It was just a fun random night between consenting adults. At least...that was Leah's rationale. She just wanted to get home and shower and drink water to rehydrate.