Triple A Batteries

May's POV

My fingers danced along Anthony's chest where he lay on the bed next to me. He was breathing heavily in his sleep. Cleverly, a box of condoms had been placed on the nightstand of each guest bedroom before the party. They had come in useful in the past hour or two that Anthony and I had been in here. My head was nuzzled into his sleeping chest and our legs were intertwined. His muscly arm was wrapped around my back, all the way down until it rested on my ass. I carefully stood up and stumbled over to where my clothes had been frantically thrown on the floor. I slipped on my laced underwear and bra. Looking in the mirror, I smirked at the forming hickies down my neck and breasts.

I dressed slowly and exited the room. It was 7:00a.m. and most people were either gone or past out. I looked around for Alex and Lex for a few minutes before deciding to wait in the car.

I sat down on the passengers seat. Instinctively, I reached under the seat to feel for the keys. Surprisingly, they were there. I assumed she had found a lucky stranger to go home with, but decided it best to call anyways. It rang once... twice... three... four... five times before going to voicemail. Her house was close enough that I decided to stop by. I slid over to the drivers seat and started the ignition.

On entering Alex's house, (without knocking of course), I saw both her and Lexie sitting at the table enjoying breakfast.

"Bitches!" I exclaimed. I knew Jenna was in the kitchen scowling, but she had given up on changing the way we cussed years ago, so I didn't give a shit. I swung the chair out and around, sitting down backwards in the chair, leaning forwards against the back of the chair. "What the fuck?!" I said, snatching up a piece of Lex's waffle.

"Gross. Just take it." She replied. I slid her plate over as we all laughed. After we were finished, the three of us headed up to Alex's room.

"So, what did you do for fun?" Alex asked.

"More like who did I do... That would be Anthony Miller." We laughed.

"Shit girl! He's hot!" Alex shouted.

"Am I the only one that didn't get fucked here!?" Lex exclaimed.

"I mean, you did have a seven minute thing with some guy in a closet." Alex answered.

"Yeah, but that's not enough time to... You know..." She gestured down to her lower area. Alex and I burst into fits of laughter.

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"This is so not fair! You two get to sit here talking about the sex you had last night, while I did nothing!" Lexie complains. Her and I were staying the night at Alex's, and right now we were all up in Alex's room chatting.

"Hey, you did give some guy a lap dance, well... attempted to give some guy a lap dance." I laughed from my comfy position of Alex's window seat.

"Wait... I don't remember that... Shit. I forgot, I drank, didn't I?" Lex said, sitting in the desk chair about five feet away from me.

"You drank... a lot. Like, damn, how can your bladder stand that a lot." Alex answered from her bed.

"Ugh! I should have told you before. I promised myself I would stop drinking."

"Oh... I'm really sorry Lex..." I apologized.

"No, it's not your fault. I just can't believe it, I was two months sober and then I do this to myself."

"Well... I don't think many people noticed the lap dance, so..." I filled the silence.

"Please, I would have done that sober." We all laughed, but the funniest part was that it was probably true. Lex was a slut, and she didn't mind it one bit.