The girls are gossipping about the night before

“Did it hurt?” I heard Elizabeth ask.

My eyes hadn’t yet opened, but my brain was just alert enough to make out what the girls were whispering in the kitchen. Curious, I decided to feign sleep for another few moments.

“No, not really,” Stephanie answered, “but I was super horny. If I hadn’t been so turned on I think it probably would have hurt a lot more.”

“Was it weird? I mean, doing it with Ian? Do you feel weird now?”

“I dunno! I don’t think so. It wasn’t like before, with the three of us. That was just, like, pure fun. When he was actually inside me, it felt more—I don’t know, it’s hard to put into words. It felt more special, I guess.”

I felt a warm bolt of energy in my blood. She was special. She was my special girl. My first ever—well, my first-ever everything, practically. We were more than friends now, I knew it in my heart. And I was sure she knew it too. A nagging voice in my head cautioned that I was getting carried away, but I quickly shoved it aside. Whatever emotion I was feeling for Stephanie at that moment, be it love or something more elusive, was the best feeling of my life. I didn’t care what it meant.

“So,” Elizabeth pressed hesitantly, “will you be wanting me to leave him alone, for the time being?”

“No way, sweetie! Not after seeing how much fun you had with him last night. I think it’s great that we have a friend like Ian we can try this stuff out on without it being scary. Plus it was sorta sexy watching him play with you.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Yeah, I liked watching you, too. I don’t mean I liked it in a ‘Talia’ way, obviously. But in like—maybe like that time we all watched Amy’s porno movie?”

Then they started talking about that porno, then other funny porno movies they had seen, then funny Adam Sandler movies they had seen. There was clearly nothing further to be gained by pretending to sleep.

Trying to be discreet, I “woke up” and waved at the two girls conspiring in the kitchen. While I was still completely nude, they had been awake long enough to shower and slip back into the change of clothes they had brought yesterday. Both had their hair up in simple ponytails and no makeup.

Ever since that day, I’ve always found it incredibly sexy seeing a girl before she’s done her morning ritual. Maybe because it’s a sign of how comfortable she feels around me; willing to let me see her without any concealer or cosmetic distractions. Emotional stimuli trumps purely physical stimuli every time, in my book.

Both beauties gave me naughty, knowing smiles, quite obviously checking out the morning wood I was sporting. Elizabeth teasingly chided me, “Good morning, mister guy-who-left-me-alone-and-naked-in-bed-last-night.”

I blushed, “Sorry Elizabeth, I went downstairs to see what had happened to Stephanie and we—uh—talked.”

Both girls burst out laughing at my choice of words.