Note: This is the 11th chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-10, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up.
Anyway... enjoy!!
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Day 10
Saturday, June 21
Indianapolis, IN to Evansville, IN
It was after 3 a.m. when I'd fallen asleep, Kelly breathing heavily in my ear and my arm wrapped around Jenny's waist. So, I wasn't too surprised when my phone told me it was after 10 when I woke up. Jenny was still slumbering peacefully, but there were no sounds coming from my phone.
My call log said we'd talked for a little over four hours, meaning it had dropped our call sometime around sunrise. I wasn't happy about that, and I was about to call her back when a subtle movement made me realize that Jenny and I weren't alone in this king sized bed.
"You feeling ok?" I asked. Desiree was lying on her side facing Jenny, and it took the brunette a few moments to formulate her thoughts before she answered.
"I've been a professional dancer for three years," she replied. Her voice was thick with Hangover-ese. "I was a cheerleader for a half a dozen years before that, and a gymnast throughout my youth."
I waited patiently.
"Very disconcerting to me that standing up and walking 10 feet before collapsing onto a bed was that difficult."
I laughed softly, trying not to wake Jenny.
"You weigh like 47 pounds, Desiree," I said. "You finished a six pack before the concert ended, and worked halfway through another one at the after party. At your size, you should spread that much alcohol out over a week."
"Point taken," she said. "I didn't finish Jenny off, did I?"
"I don't think so," I replied. "When I came back in, you were asleep on her lap."
She nodded slightly. I was guessing she was trying to keep the room from spinning too much.
"Have you ever been with a girl before?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No. I mean, spending all those years in locker rooms and wearing hardly any clothes has made me appreciate the female body. I've been tempted before, but I'd never acted on it until last night."
"Why?"
"Partly because I was drunk," she said, resting her right hand on Jenny's left hip. I moved my hand on top of hers. "And partly because she's so damn hot. I thought maybe I was just too hammered to know any better, but seeing her this morning..."
"Definitely not beer goggles," I confirmed.
"Nope," she said. "Of course, I'm still mainly into men, and I'm a little aggravated that I missed my chance with you last night, too."
"I was sorry about that myself," I said. "I got with a cheerleader my first year in the Marines, but that was an 18-year-old high school girl. Never had the chance with a major leaguer before."
"Well," she smiled, interlocking her fingers with mine. "No time like the present."
"I can't," I answered. "I told Jenny last night that once she and I were done, I was done, at least as far as all of this went." I motioned to the hotel room, and the various piles of clothes and purses still laying all around. "She really was the one I was most looking forward to being with all day, and we had a pretty special time."
"I heard bits and pieces," she grinned. "I sleep like a rock usually, but you made her get pretty loud a couple times."
"He did, didn't he?" Jenny mewled.
"Good morning," I said, using Desiree's hand to squeeze her hip.
"Hi," Desiree said.
"I don't know how you can look that beautiful after drinking as much as you did last night," Jenny said.
"You're such a pretty little liar," Desiree beamed.
"She's not lying," I replied. "And you?" I turned Jenny's head slightly back toward me. "How are you feeling about everything that happened last night?"
"Confused as all hell," she said, and Desiree and I both laughed. "But I'm not ashamed of it. Playing with you and your girlfriend, even over the phone, was one of the hottest experiences I've ever had."
Desiree raised an eyebrow at the mention of my girlfriend.
"I just wish you hadn't let this one drink so much," Jenny said, putting an arm on Desiree's elbow. The brunette girl was blushing now. "Because I could have had two incredible experiences in one night."
"Like she said," I said. "No time like the present."
"I'm not drunk now," Jenny said, giggling. She turned to meet Desiree's eyes before the girl could get too disappointed, "Not that I won't eventually. I just need to move a little slower with that."
Desiree nodded in agreement. She leaned in for a kiss, and Jenny accepted. It wasn't too passionate, but it was warm and tender and made me think about quietly sneaking out of bed.
"But as for the here and now," Jenny said, as if reading my mind. "You told me I was the last one for the night, Brad, and I appreciate that. But, it's morning now."
"Yes, it is," I said.
"You want each other," Jenny said. "The only way I'd care is if you didn't let me watch."