It was about 3 AM and Tasha had to go pee. She slowly raised herself off the bed to make sure that she didn’t disturb Stephanie or I, both happily passed out. She found her way through the dark hallway to Stephanie's bathroom. She looked in the mirror and even though she was still a bit tipsy she could remember what had happened earlier that night.
She was at a bar where she had met up with me on our second date. Our waitress Stephanie had spent a lot of time coming over to talk to us, which eventually grew into flirting. She was really pretty and we had both liked her. She had invited us to her place, and of course we had accepted. Tasha remembered that she had been really turned on, and had started kissing Stephanie hard, feeling her body, tasting her pussy, making passionate love to me, and feeling my dick stroking inside her and finally tasting my cum.
Our cries of pleasure were so loud Tasha couldn't believe how all of us had let go of our inhibitions like that and it hadn’t been at all awkward. Just thinking about it turned Tasha on, so she put it out of her mind, peed and went back to the bedroom.
Slipping back into bed, she accidently touched Stephanie's hand as she was getting under the covers. Stephanie rolled over, and Tasha could see her opening her eyes and she was smiling.
Tasha whispered, "How are you feeling?" knowing that a few drinks had been consumed pretty fast the previous night.
"Fine," Stephanie said a little sheepishly.