what happens in the hot tub...

It's all still a little fuzzy. I guess that's always how the morning after sorted alcohol induced sex is... you wake up faintly aware that mistakes might have been made, searching your body for clues.

My hair is wet, the smell of chlorine permeates from my sheets, and I'm naked. Interesting.

"Check the phone" I think. That's always a source of documentation, text messages don't lie.

It starts coming together.

We were drinking apricot beer (and who can just have one of those) when lets call him 'in a relationship' came over. I was keen to test the limits of my friendship with 'in a relationship', and J was just down for a night of inappropriateness. The conversation verged on sexual foreplay, as we played our favorite game "never have I ever" mostly because we enjoy shocking newbees with the extent of our sexual experiences.

And just like that 'in a relationship' suggested we take this party of three back to his house to enjoy some Tequila and hot tubing.

I thought "well this is going my way"

J thought "Hot Tub!"

'In a relationship' wasn't thinking with his head.

A few shots later we jump in the hot tub. Im still a little shy, not sure where this is going, luckily J isn't. All of a sudden we are making out and somehow our tops come off. 'In a relationship' is still not thinking with his head, so there are three tequila soaked tongues kissing, six sloppy hands traveling from body to body, and a pulsing of sexual energy building.

Naked, and on the verge of black out drunk we stumble towards his bed. Knowing where this is going J and I take control of the situation. Doing what bisexual girls do best, we put on a little show, that poor 'in a relationship' is in no position to resist. Then his phone rings- its the girlfriend- so we are done. Still naked we run around looking for our clothes, waking up the roommates who are confused why two naked girls are screaming and running around the house. Once we find a quorum of our clothes we are gone. Walking the three blocks back to our house holding hands for stability in our drunken state.

Halfway back we realize we forgot most of our belongings, including a cell phone, bathing suit top, and wallet.

Its the morning now, and missing our belonging we contemplate going over, but it feels a little awkward. Luckily when we walk outside our stuff is stacked neatly on the porch. 'In a relationship' must have wanted to avoid our walk of shame back as much as we did.

Another night of Jizzy over, we walk to get some coffee and reminisce about our first time in hot tub. Laughing about what we can remember and imagining the parts we cant...