A Awkward Morning

“TIME TO GET UP!”

The sound of Nicole shouting snapped Anna’s eyes open, in an instant the tension of her sleeping arrangements coming rushing back.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that she had rolled over in her sleep and now found her face mere inches away from Kenny’s. She felt her cheeks starting to burn as she rolled away from him and nearly jumped out of the bed.

Nicole was standing at the end of the bed, that infuriating little grin on her lips as she watched Anna jump out of the bed.

“Hope I wasn’t interrupting something,” Nicole teased as she looked Anna up and down.

“Glphrup!” Kenny blurted as he rolled over on his back, swatting at the air as if to try and ward off the sounds that were pulling him from his slumber.

Anna gave Nicole a look loaded with daggers as she pulled her showering gear from her bag and headed wordlessly for the shower. She was glad that the Master Bedrooms had ensuite bathrooms, the thought of having to walk through the rest of the house at that moment was a bit much.

Why would it matter? A voice in the back of her mind asked. It’s not like you had sex with him, you just shared a bed.

That was true and yet she still couldn’t shake off that vague sense of guilt. As Anna stripped off and turned on the shower she tried to think of why she was suddenly feeling like this. She hadn’t been bothered on the way up to the lodge or really anytime before when she had found herself alone with Kenny. So what had changed since the last time they had been alone together?

Well, the voice volunteered, you had sex.

She stood under the warm water, feeling some of the tension wash out of her limbs, even as the thick not of nerves in her gut refused to budge. Could it really be that? Had having sex really changed her outlook so much?

No, it couldn’t have! After all, she had known about sex before she had it, hell she had seen porn and had friends, mostly Nicole, describe it to her. She knew that Kenny had had sex as well as that hadn’t made her nervous around him.

Ahh but a video or story is nothing like the real thing, she pointed out to herself. Memories of her few fleeting nights with her boyfriend flashing across her mind and setting a warmth glowing in her gut.

She shook her head, snatching up her shampoo as she tried to focus on the simple actions of washing herself. Yet try as she might the memories and the emotions she had felt at the time refused to go away. She tried to pull herself into the now, to think about the problems facing her at the moment but doing that only made the realisation that she had been trying to deny all the more obvious.

I want to sleep with Kenny! She admitted to herself, the truth of it almost hurting as she stood under the shower. Soap and water running down her body as the thought rang through her mind.

It was too much for her to keep inside of herself, she knew that she needed to talk to someone but the question was who. Who could she trust with this?