Sadie's pov, the day after

I woke up with a delicious ache between my legs and the faint taste of tequila still on my tongue. Sunlight filtered through the half-closed curtains of my bedroom, and the spot next to me on the mattress was cold and empty. No note, no number, just the faint scent of his cologne on the pillow and the memory of his hands gripping my hips like he owned me.

I stretched, feeling the pleasant soreness from last night, and grabbed my phone. Three missed calls from Danny (probably worried when I disappeared from the party), a couple of blurry party pics, and a new message from Mia, my bestie.

Mia: Babe!!! How was the party?? You dragged poor Danny along, right? Spill everything. Coffee at our usual spot in an hour? I need details

I grinned, still naked under the sheet, and typed back while my mind replayed the night in vivid, filthy detail.

Me: Omg yes, meet you there. The night was WILD. You’re not ready.

I threw on an oversized t-shirt and some shorts, padded out to the kitchen for water, and caught Danny sitting at the counter nursing a coffee. He looked up with those big, soft eyes he always gets around me, like he’s carrying the weight of the world and I’m the only one who can fix it. Poor guy. He’s been my flatmate for a long time, sweet, reliable Danny who pays rent on time and never complains when I blast music at 2 a.m. I’ve caught him staring before, but I always brush it off. He’s too nice for the chaos I bring.

“Morning, Sadie” he said quietly, his gaze flicking down my bare legs for half a second before snapping back up. “You… got home late. Everything okay?”

“Better than okay, Danny, i hope you slept well!” I winked, grabbing a bottle from the fridge. “Thanks for coming with me last night, by the way. You’re the best.”

He just nodded, gripping his mug a little tighter. I felt a tiny pang, maybe I should’ve checked on him more at the party instead of vanishing with a hot stranger, or i had to be quieter with him in my room, i was wasted, i might have been loud...

I met Mia at the café, hair still messy, wearing last night’s smudged mascara like a badge of honor. She was already at our corner table, two lattes waiting.

“Okay, start from the beginning, Sadie” she demanded, leaning in. “You made Danny go, right? Did he actually dance?”

I laughed and took a sip, letting the story spill out.

“So yeah, I dragged Danny because he never leaves the flat. He looked cute all dressed up, actually, button-up shirt, nervous smile. We get there, music’s pounding, drinks are flowing. I’m dancing like crazy, and Danny’s hovering nearby, trying to keep up but mostly just watching me. Sweet, right? But then this guy appears: tall, dark hair, sharp jaw, tattoos peeking out of his shirt. Let’s call him Alex because I think that’s what he said. He starts dancing with me, hands on my waist, pulling me close. The chemistry was instant. Electric, and my pussy already wet. I could feel how hard he was grinding against my ass after like two songs.”

Mia’s eyes widened. “And Danny?”

“Somewhere in the crowd. I kinda lost track of him,” I admitted with a shrug. “Anyway, Alex whispers in my ear that he wants to taste me, and next thing I know we’re in one of the upstairs bathrooms. Door barely locked. He drops to his knees, pushes my dress up, and eats me out like he’s starving. I’m gripping the sink, legs shaking, biting my lip so I don’t scream. He made me come so fast I saw stars.”

I leaned closer, voice dropping. “But that was just round one. We snuck out the back, he called an Uber, and we went to my place. The second we got through the door he had me bent over the bed in my room. No talking, just raw. He fucked me hard from behind, spanking me, pulling my hair. God, Mia, he was thick. I came again, loud this time, while he was still pounding me. Then he flipped me onto my back on his bed, spread my legs wide, and went in deep and slow. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back. He kept telling me how tight and wet I was, how he loved how I moaned his name. We went at it for ages, second round was even better because we were both sweaty and ****. He came inside me the first time, then pulled out and finished on my tits the second. I was wrecked in the best way.”

Mia fanned herself. “Twice? You absolute legend. And he just left this morning?”

“Gone when I woke up. Classic. But worth it.” I grinned, feeling that delicious throb again just from telling it. “Danny was already up when I got home. He looked at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t. I almost feel bad… he’s always there for me, you know? Quietly pining or whatever. But last night I needed fun, not safe.”

I took another sip of coffee, legs pressing together under the table at the memories. The stranger’s mouth on my clit, his cock stretching me open, the way he growled when I rode him during that second round, grinding down until I came again.

“Anyway” I said, laughing, “your turn. Tell me you at least made out with someone boring so I don’t feel too slutty.”

Mia rolled her eyes and started talking, but my mind drifted back to the flat. Danny would be there when I got home. Maybe I’d tease him a little, see how red his face gets. Or maybe I’d just crash on the couch and let him fuss over me like he always does, it's funny, but maybe I'm craving something more...

Either way, last night was exactly what I needed. And I’d do it all over again.