I groaned and rolled onto my back, keeping my eyes open and staring at the nothingness of the ceiling. The sheets were twisted around my thighs, one of the straps of my pajama top sliding from my shoulder and revealing my left breast. I didn’t care. I was too hot, too sticky, too tired. Besides, Julie had been snoring for the last fifteen minutes, and my body still felt electric from the club, from the drinks, from the crush of the people.
I tried not to think about it, scrunching my eyes up tight. The images played anyway, bright and vivid and demanding my attention, her ass exposed and gyrating, right there, in front of everyone…so shameless…so slutty…so fucking hot…
I pressed the heel of my hand lightly against my forehead, trying to get my brain to shut up. I was drunk, that’s all. Overtired and undersexed. I tried closing my eyes again. Maybe if I held perfectly still, the images would leave me alone.
Or, maybe I could just…