You are woken up.

"Mark, wake up!"

You groggily half open your eyes to see Sara lean over your face. "Whu...?"

"Wake up," she repeats with excitement on her voice, shaking your shoulder.

"What is it?" you mutter, tiredly pushing yourself to sit up on the bed. Your eyes widen when you finally notice Sara holding the blanket over her naked body. You realize that you are also naked and modestly cover your limp cock with a pillow.

"Did we have sex last night?" she whispers.

You pause for a moment and realize that Sara has a memory blackout and has no recollection of the foursome you had last night with your new roommates. "Yes," you tell her. "You don't remember any of it?"

"I was drunk and horny last night, so I thought it was a dream," she looks at you sheepishly. "Wait, was Jen and Alice involved too?"

You nod, unable to hide your smile.

"What? I had sex with them?" she gasps.

"Technically no. I had sex with them."

"Oh good..."

"But you did sit on Jen's face and later was kissing her while I was banging you two from behind."

"Oh God," she mumbles, resting her forehead in her hands.

"Sara, don't be ashamed," you assure her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We were all drunk and horny last night. You told me to think of this bedroom as a night in Las Vegas and we agreed that we'll forget it ever happened."

"I said that, didn't I?" Sara looks up to you and smiles. "I'm glad it wasn't a dream because I really needed to get laid. I'm glad it was with you. You're a good lover." She leans over and gives you a light kiss on the cheek. "Your ex is an idiot."

"Thanks," you reply. "Are the girls awake yet?"

"No, their door is still closed. I think they're still asleep."

"Thank God," you sigh as you look over at the clock on her nightstand and notice it's almost eleven in the morning. "Shit, the delivery guys should be here soon!"