The room spun.
After a particularly heavy house party, at the inevitable ending of the night, I managed to stagger upstairs with my girlfriend. Both of us leaned heavily on each other. In the usual state which comes from that perfect level of alcohol, we giggled, joked and laughed our way out of our clothes and made our way into bed. Even blind drunk, I could still appreciate her red lacy bra, which pushed up her tits the perfect amount, and her red lacy panties, which only made her stunningly firm ass stand out even more than it already did.
It was then, with the room still flying around, every object blurring into a myriad of smeared colours, I noticed something.
We weren’t alone.
I knew her gay best friend was at the party with us, but how come he was crashing out on the floor in her room?
“It’s okay…” Charlotte, my girlfriend slurred. “He can get a cab in the morning.”
I couldn’t fight off the sleep calling me and I blissfully slipped into a deep, vodka induced slumber.