I woke up in my den. I felt really warm. I slowly opened my eyes and my head started pounding the second I did. I sat up and realized I was naked. I wrapped the blanket around me and opened a window. The door was still locked.

I noticed my clothes strewn across the floor. I started to dress in those clothes until I could shower. I couldn’t remember what happened. Who did I end up naked with? Why don’t I remember? Why are we in the den?

I unlocked the door and went down to the kitchen. It smelled like sweat and alcohol. Beer cans and solo cups were everywhere. I started to look for stuff to make pancakes. I went to the fridge and noticed something different. John had written me a note.

*Had to meet with coach. I’ll be back around 12:00 with friends to help clean.*

I looked over to the clock. It was only 9:00. I started to make some pancakes and then he came down. Brett looked really sexy. He had just his shorts on and his hair was all messed up. He also had the whole “I just woke up and I’m too tired to open my eyes” squinting thing.

I kept making the pancakes without saying a word. He came up behind me and put his hands on my waist and kissed my cheek.

“Good morning.” He said before making a cup of coffee. His voice was raspy from just waking up.

I then remembered a little more from the night before.

*We kissed for what felt like hours. Our tongues soon started to explore each other’s. They started to wrestle as the kiss got deeper. Neither of us moved. I put hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his hands to my waist.

Brett’s touch felt like electricity running through my veins. It felt like his was the only one I needed for the rest of my life. Yet again, maybe it was the drinks doing it.*

I froze for a second. When he walked away I snapped out of it. I still couldn’t remember all of it, but I knew something happened.

The pancakes were done after a few minutes and I put them on a plate then sat them and myself down at the table. Brett grabbed a plate and took some. We ate in silence. Almost as if it was awkward for us to talk to each other. I finished my food and put my plate in the sink.

“Sooo…ummm…I’m going to shower, when you’re done, just put the plate in the sink and you could leave if you want?” I said nervously. He just nodded and I pretty much sprinted up the stairs to the bathroom.

I turned on the water and undressed. While I waited for the water to heat up, I just stared at my reflection in the mirror. I tried to remember what happened, I just couldn’t. I’ve gotten drunk before, but what happened this time?

The mirror started to get foggy so I knew the water was warm enough. I got in and let the water run down my back for a few minutes. I started to wash my hair. When I put the conditioner in, I started to wash my body. I soaped lower until I was close to my pussy and I realized how sore I was down there.

*He slid his hands up and down my sides over my shirt. It felt like heaven having his hands all over me. I moved my hands from his neck the the bottom of his shirt and slowly moved it up. We broke the kiss long enough to remove his shirt. His perfectly toned abs made him even sexier than he already was. His hands found the bottom of my tank top and Brett quickly removed it. We sat there shirtless. Studying the others body for seconds at a time. We quickly went back to wrestling with our tongues.*

It was a while before I realized I had spaced out again. I rinsed my hair and quickly finished up. I got out and wrapped my towel around me. I headed to my room and noticed the picture on my bed. I must not have put it back after Brett was looking at it.

It was me and John with our dad on Christmas Day 2003. I was about to turn 5 and John was 7. I don’t remember much about that Christmas. I only remember getting a stupid purple bike that I never rode.

I threw on sweatpants and a spaghetti strap tank top. I dried my hair a little and threw it into a messy bun.