to it. Surely, there’s no way someone could feel this badly , and still be alive. My throat felt like the Mohave Desert. My head felt like someone hit it with a baseball bat and my body felt like jelly.
I laid there for a good ten minutes, wondering if I truly was dead. Stretching, I intended to get up, when my arm bumped something causing me to jump.
What the hell?
I felt movement on the bed and someone groan beside me. Once I turned my head, I groaned myself.
Not only did I know that particular groan but even so much as turning my head, hurt like hell. Bringing my arm up, I covered my face to block out the blinding light coming in from the morning or afternoon sun.
I continued to lay there for a moment trying to remember anything that happened last night when reality hit me—slapped me across the face actually.
It came back to me in flashes.
The race, the bar, Chelsea, the dancing, that kissing, Purple Rain.
And then in a rush, without warning, the sex came back to me based on the soreness between my legs.
Then who came back to me ... Jameson ... oh god .
What if he regretted it? What if he doesn’t even remember what we did?
I turned over onto my back, covering my head with a pillow now, wondering what I was thinking last night. Friends with benefits, geez , you have truly lost your mind this time.
Just as I decided that I would be perfectly content never removing my head from under that pillow, Jameson groaned loudly beside me and flung an arm around my waist.
It was at that point I realized I was still completely naked, in bed with Jameson Riley, my best friend.
While I was starting to regret not putting some clothes on before we went to bed, he grunted and moved closer, pressed my body against his and oh my ... he was hard.
What did I do next? I started giggling.
Why?
Because I was completely inappropriate like that. When I was nervous, I giggled and right then, I couldn’t speak, I could barely even think so I giggled.
“ Uhgg ... Sway,” Jameson groaned once again covering his head with a pillow. “Stop laughing ... head hurts ... ”
Well, at least he knows it’s me beside him.
This had me giggling even more because me, Sway Reins, slept with my best friend Jameson Riley.
“Oh ... god ... you have to stop laughing.” Jameson groaned again, tossing a pillow at me.
His legs tangled with mine under the sheets, his erection pressed against my thigh.
I had the sudden urge to stick my head under the sheets and get a good look at him since I didn’t see it last night. I refrained though.
I giggled once more, my head throbbing at the noise and causing Jameson to cringe and tighten his grip around my waist. “I swear to god ... if you don’t stop, I will push you out of this goddamn bed.” He warned in a serious rough voice.
Eventually I stopped giggling and Jameson made no attempt to push me away or off the bed. Instead, he kept his arm firmly around my waist and his hips pushed against my thigh.
Before I could decide what was going to happen next, his cell phone started ringing on the nightstand beside me.
“ Fuck ... that’s worse than you laughing.” Jameson grumbled reaching over me pressing his chest against my own.
Completely on top of me, he answered the phone. “What?”
I was hyperventilating.
Let me take a moment here to really explain what kind of position we were in. I was lying on my back, legs spread, completely naked—kind of like last night. Jameson was completely naked as well, on top of me, between my legs with his camshaft pressing against my crankcase.
We were in quite the predicament here.
“What time do I have to be there?” Jameson sighed. I could tell by the voice coming through the receiver that he was talking to Alley. “Wait ... what time is it now?” Jameson looked around the room searching for a clock.
Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at the alarm clock to see that it was already four in the afternoon.
Great, my flight leaves at eight
I laid there for a good ten minutes, wondering if I truly was dead. Stretching, I intended to get up, when my arm bumped something causing me to jump.
What the hell?
I felt movement on the bed and someone groan beside me. Once I turned my head, I groaned myself.
Not only did I know that particular groan but even so much as turning my head, hurt like hell. Bringing my arm up, I covered my face to block out the blinding light coming in from the morning or afternoon sun.
I continued to lay there for a moment trying to remember anything that happened last night when reality hit me—slapped me across the face actually.
It came back to me in flashes.
The race, the bar, Chelsea, the dancing, that kissing, Purple Rain.
And then in a rush, without warning, the sex came back to me based on the soreness between my legs.
Then who came back to me ... Jameson ... oh god .
What if he regretted it? What if he doesn’t even remember what we did?
I turned over onto my back, covering my head with a pillow now, wondering what I was thinking last night. Friends with benefits, geez , you have truly lost your mind this time.
Just as I decided that I would be perfectly content never removing my head from under that pillow, Jameson groaned loudly beside me and flung an arm around my waist.
It was at that point I realized I was still completely naked, in bed with Jameson Riley, my best friend.
While I was starting to regret not putting some clothes on before we went to bed, he grunted and moved closer, pressed my body against his and oh my ... he was hard.
What did I do next? I started giggling.
Why?
Because I was completely inappropriate like that. When I was nervous, I giggled and right then, I couldn’t speak, I could barely even think so I giggled.
“ Uhgg ... Sway,” Jameson groaned once again covering his head with a pillow. “Stop laughing ... head hurts ... ”
Well, at least he knows it’s me beside him.
This had me giggling even more because me, Sway Reins, slept with my best friend Jameson Riley.
“Oh ... god ... you have to stop laughing.” Jameson groaned again, tossing a pillow at me.
His legs tangled with mine under the sheets, his erection pressed against my thigh.
I had the sudden urge to stick my head under the sheets and get a good look at him since I didn’t see it last night. I refrained though.
I giggled once more, my head throbbing at the noise and causing Jameson to cringe and tighten his grip around my waist. “I swear to god ... if you don’t stop, I will push you out of this goddamn bed.” He warned in a serious rough voice.
Eventually I stopped giggling and Jameson made no attempt to push me away or off the bed. Instead, he kept his arm firmly around my waist and his hips pushed against my thigh.
Before I could decide what was going to happen next, his cell phone started ringing on the nightstand beside me.
“ Fuck ... that’s worse than you laughing.” Jameson grumbled reaching over me pressing his chest against my own.
Completely on top of me, he answered the phone. “What?”
I was hyperventilating.
Let me take a moment here to really explain what kind of position we were in. I was lying on my back, legs spread, completely naked—kind of like last night. Jameson was completely naked as well, on top of me, between my legs with his camshaft pressing against my crankcase.
We were in quite the predicament here.
“What time do I have to be there?” Jameson sighed. I could tell by the voice coming through the receiver that he was talking to Alley. “Wait ... what time is it now?” Jameson looked around the room searching for a clock.
Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at the alarm clock to see that it was already four in the afternoon.
Great, my flight leaves at eight
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