I sat on the living room couch, staring out of the window, drinking my coffee. I was still clad in my pajamas, sitting with my bare feet upon the coffee table. The windows remained open from last night, when Jenny and I stumbled in around midnight, complaining about the heat.

Jenny. Aw damn, what a night.

Flashbacks came back to me quickly, making my head pound. To even think about what happened the previous night was like being hit in the face over and over again. I placed my coffee mug down and closed my eyes, placing the heels of my palms upon them, pushing them slightly. I could see the images of last night returning, causing me to catch my breath in my throat.

Jenny and I stumbled in, obviously three quarters of the way drunk, unable to walk a straight line if you paid us to. Jenny complained of the heat, saying the house felt like a sauna. I walked over to the window, opening it all the way, letting the cool air enter. A voice in my head kept saying ‘do it, Shane’. I stood, making my way over to her, not wanting to ask out right for what I wanted. It didn’t look like I’d have to.

Jenny bounced on the couch, shedding herself of her blue heels and started undoing the bun in her hair. I followed suit, taking a seat on the couch and kicking off my sneakers. While I worked away at the belt I had worn, Jenny slipped out of her dress half way, laying back on the couch. I knew this wasn’t right – this was Jenny, my best friend, and I couldn’t do this. There was a line between friends and lovers. That line was blurry as hell by our lust and the alcohol we consumed.

“Shane,” she had said to me, “this bra isn’t going to remove itself.” I smirked at her and she giggled as I leaned forward, reaching behind her and trying with all my might to blindly seek out the clasp. Meanwhile, Jenny’s lips connected with mine, and we briefly opened our mouths, sharing the taste of two different types of liquor. My bourbon didn’t compliment her vodka.

I finally found her bra and unsnapped it, working it off her shoulders and down her arms. It soon joined my belt on the floor, along with my sneakers, her heels, and – eventually – our blue outfits. Me, clad in my black boy shorts, laid on top of Jenny’s naked form, placing kisses upon her shoulder and neck, running my hands slowly and softly over her pale skin. I remember brushing her breasts briefly, hearing her moan, and deciding to do it again.