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. You realize that your underwear and pants are around your ankles so you quickly pull them up. Your eyes widen when you finally notice Sara holding the blanket over her naked body.

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

"No," you reply nervously. "I mean, I don't think so." You were pretty drunk last night and you remember the erotic sounds of your other two roommates making out and you finally emptying your balls in **** relief.

"God, I have a hangover and the only thing I remember was Alice screaming and you between my legs," she whispers while looking at the bedroom door, expecting it to suddenly burst open. She then looks at you. "I... I found dried cum on my crotch this morning."

"I didn't fuck you. Believe me I would remember," you reply before pausing to recollect what happened last night before the two of you collapsed in drunken slumber. "I came on you."

"What?" she gasps.

"We were both horny and needed release," you tell her, avoiding looking on her eyes. "You told me to jerk off on you."

"I... I don't remember that," she blushes. "Oh God, what else did I do?"

"Nothing," you assure her, although you wished you could have fucked her but seeing how she's reacting it was for the best that didn't happen.

"Thank you," she smiles at you.

"For what?"

"For not taking advantage of me when I was drunk."

"Of course I wouldn't, you're my roommate," you smile back. She leans over and gives you a light kiss on the cheek. "Do they know?"

"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!"