Confidence

Waking up naked in bed with three other girls is OK with you no matter what, but the light of morning, the slight hangover, the fact that you all badly need a shower and the lingering odor of sex do take some of the eroticism out of it. Back to reality.

Despite all that, seeing them naked and remembering last night still stirs you inside as you blearily sit up. Yuki is already walking toward the bathroom, Nancy’s yawning and stretching her arms, and Athena already has her robe on.

“Morning,” she says to you warmly, but looks at her phone before you can reply.

They are… all shockingly cool about this. That just makes them more attractive to you.

Showers are taken, teeth are brushed. Clothes are put on. Athena leaves and returns with coffees and pastries, and after a few drinks of coffee… it’s all business.

You huddle and plan the day. You have to get the stuff from the car into the convention hall, set up your booth, then have a game plan for keeping it manned for probably a solid ten hours with only four people. You all need to be there as much as possible. It will be a long day and while you are all OK now with coffee in your hands… you were up late and you all drank. It was a good night, but not a restful night. Staying alert and energized today won’t be easy, but CCL girls can handle it. They’re used to partying.

Nancy’s eating a jelly donut and gets some jelly on her hand. She absently wipes it on the damp towel that’s wrapped around your body, rubbing your ass.

“Really?” you say to her.

She just gives your butt a smack and sips her coffee.

“Very classy,” Athena notes.

“It’s early,” Nancy says.

“OK.” Athena nods, looking over the plan one last time. “We know what we have to do. Let’s just get through it.”

“Don’t worry,” you tell her with a laugh. “It’s not scary.”

“Do we look scared?” Yuki asks. She’s on the floor in her underwear, the muscles of her back in clear definition as she does pushups.

“Yeah,” you reply to her boldly. “You do. We’ve been over this. It’ll be fine.”

“Can’t believe this place doesn’t have a fitness center,” she grumbles.

“Go sit on her,” Nancy says to you.

You shrug and obey, only then realizing that in your towel, that’s your bare bottom on the skin of her back. That’s a bit more awkward and intimate than you were planning at this very not private and intimate moment, but Yuki just keeps going, grunting quietly with exertion.

“Don’t get all sweaty or you have to shower again,” Athena chides her in her matronly way.

“You like it when I’m sweaty,” Yuki mutters, her arms shaking. “Meri, you gonna stay there forever?”

“My bad,” you say, hopping off and smoothing your jelly-stained towel.

“OK. I’ll move the car. You guys meet me over there. Nancy, you’re dressed. Let’s go.”

“OK.” Nancy licks her fingers, wipes her hands on a napkin, then grabs her purse and coffee.

“Fuck it, I’ll rinse off,” Yuki says, rolling her eyes. She starts to strip.

“Meri,” Athena says, and you look away from Yuki.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget your shirt,” she says.

“Right,” you reply, turning to admire Yuki from behind as she struts into the bathroom.

“OK. See you in a minute.” Athena and Nancy leave the room. You hear the shower come on, and you’re alone.

Your shirt. Right. You shake your head; you haven’t been thinking. Of course you’re supposed to wear your shirt, but… you and Colby were going to do the con in costume. Shit.

Your bag sits on the floor. Your CCL shirt and your costume are both in there, waiting for you.

Wear your costume?

Or wear your CCL shirt?