Saturday, October 16
Charlotte's dreams were a torrent of emotions rather than actual physical scenes, remembering the past night, the confusion, the utter bliss, wondering if it had actually happened. Guilt and liberation fought against each other over her sexual awakening of the past week. What she felt, above all, was comfort. Comfort, perhaps, that she was making decisions for herself. Comfort, perhaps, because an itching feeling she'd always had in the back of her mind about Kim was finally being scratched.
"Good morning, Lottie," Kim said, cheerfully, but somewhat quietly. "What? Oh, good morning, Kim," she groggily replied. "Ohmygosh,." Her eyes jolted open. "Did last night... really...""It did," Kim said, with a look of concern creeping onto her face.
"Oh, no, no, don't worry. I don't regret any of it. It just seemed..." she looked up at her friend's expectant gaze, "...too good to be true."
"You don't have to say that," she said, smiling. Charlotte smiled back. "I'm saying it because I meant it. I... wow. Just wow. I thought maybe I'd died from that orgasm you gave me and my dreams were me moving to the other side." She noticed a couple of faint hickeys on her neck from last night that she decided she would apologize for later. "You're so dramatic, Lottie!"
"How long was I out?" "Well, it's noon, so... probably 12 hours or so, depending on how long we... yeah."
"TWELVE HOURS?!"
"Have you been getting enough sleep?""I guess not. Maybe I need to stop by for a sleep aid more often.""Lottie the flirt?! Never thought I'd see the day."She suddenly remembered one key detail from last night, and tried to express milk from her breasts, getting a small dribble. "That's... worrisome."