IB Day 11 - Waking up

You wake up in bed. The bed and the room are a mess. Jill lies beside you, completely nude. You're naked too, except for the panties around your ankle. You and Jill are both covered in lipstick and hickies, and your body is in such a profound state of relaxation that you feel like you're made out of liquid.

Jill wakes up soon, and even she seems taken aback by the scene in the room. There's no sign of Motoko. The two of you shower together. It seems normal to you that you don't know what to say, but interestingly, Jill doesn't say anything either.

You find your voices when you're downstairs. You sip black coffee and eat a muffin as Jill just looks at her plate of eggs. You keep looking around the Lodge for Motoko, but you don't see her anywhere.

"I was going to ask if she lived up to your expectations," Jill said finally, sipping orange juice. It's late in the morning... you slept a long time. You're the only ones in the dining room. It's so quiet.

You smile, but don't blush. You already did that.

Jill touches your leg. "My friends need me today. You gonna be OK by yourself?" She smiles and pats you lightly. She's not asking seriously. You smile back. Is she hiding some discomfort? Is she really that comfortable with what happened? Is she so comfortable in her own skin that she can team up with basically a stranger to get into bed with a ferocious, powerful older woman... then just act normal? It's kind of amazing.

She wasn't acting cool last night when she had a mouthful of Motoko's breast to muffle her screams while she squirted all over the bed at Motoko's skillful touch. Of course, she wasn't the only one who lost a little dignity... you clearly remember being on all fours with Jill's post-orgasmic body underneath you and Motoko's hand between your legs, making noises that you didn't know you were capable of making. Jill had a close-up view of your face as you came over and over with no control.

She stands up and leaves the dining room, carrying her dishes. You sit there with your coffee and return her wave before she disappears into the hall. Somewhere in the Lodge, a girl laughs loudly.

You put both hands on your mug and look out the window, conscious of the visible hickies on your neck, but not worried about them. And last night, Motoko just had Bee for an appetizer, then came and reduced you and Jill to puddles... and then left again. You wonder if she went to play with someone else, or if that was where she'd called it a night. You almost wish you could ask her.

It's not just what happened last night. It's the whole week that came before. It's so much, and it's so outside what the old Ingrid would have thought was normal, OK, or healthy. It's been crazy.

But you're sitting here, feeling good, and the world hasn't ended. You broke the rules, but everything is still OK. It's because you didn't understand the rules. Maybe you never thought about them. But everyone's different, and the world is just kind of different than you grew up thinking. Not in a bad way. It's just something that you have to adjust to. It reminds you of a friend that you grew up with whose family was very religious. She was afraid that having sex was a sin. You didn't grow up with that particular worry, but you feel like this is similar. You told yourself things about what was proper and OK for a long time, but just because you believed it didn't mean that it was true. It's an interesting feeling.

Angela calls to congratulate you on yesterday's game. You talk with her for a while, mostly about football and the coming week. She warns you that FUTA is planning even more ridiculous stuff. It sounds like she's worried about you.

"I am ready," you assure her.

There's silence for a moment.

"You sound ready," she says, relieved.

~ Route End ~