Once the music was finally off and all the other guests started heading home, I decided it was time for me to go upstairs and do a little freshing up before Didier followed me to the guest bedroom where we'd be sleeping until at least noon the next day because we were dead drunk. I glanced back at him as I was climbing the stairs and gave him my most seductive look and he winked his eye at me.

We weren't in a relationship, but as I'd told Slyvie, I was hoping we were heading for one. We'd been out together several times and had always had a wonderful time. He was good at kissing and I wanted him, the rest of him. I was drunk and feeling frisky. Anyway, I got upstairs ended up taking a quick shower and redoing some of my makeup. Then I crawled into bed and waited. Naked.

After fighting sleep for nearly hour, Didier still hadn't shown up. I was agitated and angry. I got up cursing under my breath and started pulling my jeans on again so that I could go downstairs and see what the hold up was. I pulled on my teeshirt and skipped the shoes and opened the door to head back to the party area. As I started walking down the hall towards the stairway I heard a faint murmur coming from the bedroom across the hall. I don't know if it was intrique or my sixth sense, but I gently pushed open the door a little bit.

The moaner was non other than the host of the party, my best friend, or ex best friend Slyvie. The one on top of her making her moan was the man I had been dating and wanted to be in a serious relationship with, Didier. I went back to the guest room, got my shoes and walked home. Suddenly I wasn't so drunk any more. It's been a year now and I haven't spoken to either of them since.

Submitted by W.A.I.

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