The morning after the night before

The trip back from Belgium turned into you and Ange finally clearing the air. I mean, that said, there hadn't been more than a handful of hours since your passionate drunken tryst but it had clearly created a schism within the group.

That in itself was fairly significant because you weren't really 'in' the group yet it felt like you were the epicentre of group politics right now. You were the first to message Ange- Sam was in blissful Holly-texting oblivion.

[Hey Ange, if I did anything wrong or took things too far I'm really sorry. El x]

You debated whether to add the kiss but went with it.

[You didn't do anything wrong - I just feel like a slut bc I have a boyf]

[I understand but please don't feel that way, we were both drunk and I made all the moves. We didn't actually 'do it' after all]

You hoped taking the blame might help her ease her guilt. Shit, you really hoped Mason didn't find out because he would literally kill you. Alright, figuratively kill you but only just!

[It doesn't matter, it was cheating. I wouldn't forgive him if he did what we did. The worst thing is, I enjoyed it...]

Shit! That was a game-changer. Ange and you got each other off behind her boyfriend's back and she fucking loved it! You felt like a pimp but felt that celebration wasn't the best way forward right now.

[Me too (clearly!) but drink and circumstances led to a one-off slip-up. You were wasted and we fumbled around a bit. I will take what happened to my grave so please don't worry.]

[Kk, thanks so much El. You've been really decent about it x]

That was the first kiss she'd sent back, that was progress.

[NP, btw, probably best delete this message thread! Ha ha. Mason is a lucky guy x]

[Shit! Good idea, will do. Thanks again

PS ur cum is really fckin sticky! ;) ]

Wow. You restrained yourself enough to refrain from replying but you were definitely keeping the message thread for future wanking fodder! What a fucking great weekend...