I don’t remember making it from the couch, where we’d collapsed in a pool of sweat and satisfaction, to Erin’s bed—but we must’ve at some point. Because that’s where I woke up, a few hours later, in a tangle of my friends’ naked bodies.
It was early morning. Between the cast party (following a comedy show that now seemed like forever ago) and two rounds of the absolute hottest sex I’d ever experienced, we’d burned through most of the night and fallen asleep together more or less spontaneously.
Gingerly, trying to avoid waking Erin and Molly, I extricated myself and tiptoed to the bathroom to pee. Coming back down the hallway, I drank in the sight: morning sun slanting across the naked bodies of my two good friends.
The sight, and the memory of everything we’d done to one another the night before, started to get me hard again. Still, my intentions were innocent as I crawled back into bed between them, slipping under the thin sheet and pulling it up to partially cover them.
Erin stirred a bit next to me, rolled over to face me, and groggily opened her eyes. We held one another’s gaze for a second. Then we started to drift together.