I was a little disoriented when I first woke up the next morning. I distinctly remembered going to sleep laying between Meghan and my sister, but when I woke up, I was on the outside, facing in, an arm draped around Meghan, my early morning erection nestled against her bare backside.
I took a deep breath, kissed Meghan lightly on the shoulder and slowly crawled out of bed to go take a shower.
"Mmmm."
I turned around to see Jen roll over and reach for me.
"Breakfast?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow she was laying on.
"Right after I get out of the shower," I said, bending over and kissing her on the cheek.
"'K'," she said, smiling and hugging her pillow a little tighter.
A couple of minutes later, I stepped under the hot spray of the nozzle and turned around slowly, beginning to wake up.
I heard a thump, followed by a single syllable.
"Ow!"
And I watched through the semi-translucent shower curtain as Meghan stumbled into the bathroom.
"Oh! Bright light... bad. Ohhh..."
She sat down on the commode, holding her head in her hands, and seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of her peeing, followed by a flush.
"Want company?" she asked, yanking the curtain back before I had a chance to answer.
She grabbed for my arm to steady herself as she climbed in, and a moment later, hot water's therapeutic power notwithstanding, she was nestled in my arms, her head laid against my shoulder.
"My head is pounding," she said.
"Heck of a night last night," I replied.
"Yeah, it was," she said, sighing.
She tilted her head up and kissed me as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and then she looked down between us at my now resurgent erection and shook her head.
"I can't, Kyhl. Not again. I shouldn't have last night, but..."
"Hey, not a problem," I said, gently rubbing her back.
"I mean it," she said. "Nobody can know what happened last night."
"I'm not going to tell anyone," I replied. "But the same goes for what I told you about the bachelor party; you can't tell anyone about that, either."
She nodded and wiped water from her eyes.
"I know."
Apartment bathtubs, shower curtain or no, are really not meant for two people. Awkward as it was, I managed to finish in the shower and left her to work the conditioner into and out of her hair.
Twenty minutes later, clad in nothing more than a pair of boxers, I had breakfast ready, and I smiled as both women stumbled into the kitchen.
Meghan looked like she was well on her way to recovering from the night before; Jen looked like she was still half-asleep, my shirt from the night before all that was covering her body.
"Coffee..." she said as she reached for the steaming mug sitting in front of me.
"I gotta go," Meghan said, pulling a comb through her still wet hair. "I'm not finished packing; I've still gotta drop by the office, and..."
"Forget the office," Jen said. "You're on vacation, and you're getting married."
"I know, but..."
"It'll keep until you get back," Jen said. "Allyson has everything covered."
Meghan's expression was nervous skepticism, and she bit her lip.
"There is no point in going to the office," Jen said. "She said she's got everything handled, to enjoy our time off, and she'd see us down in Corpus. I'm not even going in today."
"You're not?"
Jen took another sip of coffee and shook her head.
"We'll probably lay around here a bit this morning, then I'll finish packing and we'll leave sometime around lunch."
"So, does that mean we can do dinner? The four of us? Five if Kris makes it?"
"Four? Is that including Denny?"
Meghan bit her lip again and nodded.
Jen looked at me, sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we can do that."
Meghan smiled and sighed. "You guys are the best."
She hugged Jen and kissed her, then turned to me.
Meghan swept her arms around my neck and hugged me as tight as she ever had, and then she kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Thanks for last night," she said. "The guilt's killing me right now, but I really needed it."
"You're welcome, I guess?"
Meghan smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek again and headed for the door.
Jen closed it behind her and locked it, and then stretched, my shirt rising and exposing her lower body, smiling when she noticed me looking at her.
"I'm gonna go get in the shower," she said. "And then I need to finish packing."
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
She left the bathroom door open, and I heard her when she stepped into the shower as well as when she stepped out, and it was only a couple of minutes later when she came walking out of the bathroom, her towel held loosely in front of her body as she continued to dry herself.
"I can't believe she's still planning on going through with it," she said, dabbing at water on her shoulder.
"Well, hearing something's going on isn't the same as actually seeing it, and you know what they say about love being blind."
"Doesn't mean she's gotta roll around in it," Jen said, turning to head for the bedroom.
"I know," I replied, following her, "but we can't make the decision for her."
Jen dropped her towel and flopped onto the bed, her wet hair splaying out all about her head.
"Nice," I said. My eyes wandered up her spread legs to the smooth skin of her shapely, seductive ass and her freshly shorn pussy lips, just peeking out from between her parted thighs. "I like."
She smiled as she rolled onto her side and bent her knee, opening herself to my unobstructed view.
"I know you were hard when you got up this morning," she said, drawing a finger in between her soft, pink vaginal lips, "and I know the two of you didn't do anything about it in the shower."
"You heard all that?"
Jen giggled and nodded.
"I'm glad I was laying down, because I think I'd have fallen out if I'd seen her walk in and cop a squat to pee with you in the shower. I don't even do that!"
I shook my head as I walked to the edge of the bed and pushed my boxers down, freeing my erection.
"You're still wet," I said, brushing droplets of water from her shin.
