Spoiler Alert: If you're a fan of hard-core graphic porn, this R-rated story may not do the trick! Comments are appreciated.
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Karen dozed on the recliner, only to be awakened an hour later as the sunlight poured through the small living room window and seemed to intentionally and cruelly focus on her, as if to say, "WAKE UP!" Squinting and momentarily confused at her surroundings, she saw the empty wine bottle and rubbed her eyes as she realized where she was. She slowly rose and headed once again for the bathroom, following a similar routine as the night before.
As she washed her face, she looked in the mirror, for some reason feeling the type of guilt that usually surfaced after her one-night stands. This time was different, however. Or was it? There was no sex, of course, so why did she feel this way? She chalked it up to the wine and a slight hangover. Leaving the bathroom, she picked up the empty bottle and tossed it in the recycling bin.
Regretting that she had a shift at the diner later today, she briefly considered calling in sick, but thought better of it. She hoped that Jess would be ok on her own for a while, assuming that she wouldn't be at the diner today. She saw Jess' phone on the end table and prayed that she wouldn't reach out to Jason when she woke up.
After tidying up and folding the comforter - which again prompted a strange pseudo-sexual flashback - she spied her gift bag, still positioned next to the door where she left it the night before. Reaching in, she pulled the Yankee Candle gift out and placed it on the coffee table. Strange, she thought - she could have sworn that she dropped her panties into the bag earlier, but now they were nowhere to be found.
Did she simply dream that she placed them there? For a sanity check, she looked down, pulling her leggings away from her body briefly and finding only bare flesh. No panties. Forgetting about it, she quietly tiptoed over to the bedroom door to check in on Jess before leaving. Again, the slow deliberate movements prompted another confusing sexual déjà vu moment that she shook off. Opening the door just a crack, she peeked in to see Jess sound asleep in the darkened bedroom. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her heart skipped a beat. Bunched up in Jess's hand, nestled inches from her face on the pillow were Karen's sky blue panties!
Quickly but quietly withdrawing from the room, Karen's head spun. Trying desperately to forget what she saw but knowing she couldn't, she again wrestled with pangs of both guilt, embarrassment and of course an undeniable desire, now knowing that the removal of the panties from the gift bag had to be an intentional act from her now sober friend. Was Jason right all along? Did Jess willingly talk about her sexually? Oh, how she suddenly fought the urge to enter that dark room again and - what? What would she have the nerve to do? Simply slide under the sheets to cuddle, or to go "all in?"
Her mind raced as she stood just outside the bedroom door, and despite her attempts to suppress them, her thoughts turned even more crude. She wondered, would her insatiable alter-ego slide under the comforter from the foot of the bed, slowly working her way up from Jess' smooth calves to her knees, trailing light kisses along the way? Would she pass the point of no return if she ventured upward to those full but firm inner thighs, slightly parted to allow her further access? Dare she press her hungry lips against the fabric of the sheer panties that she briefly felt just twelve hours before?
