“Damn right you were. I was so proud. You haven’t been that drunk since we were in college.”
“Yeah. Um, so there’s some stuff that I’m not sure if I did, or if I just imagined. Can you, uh, walk through the night for me?”
Mandy laughed again. “You don’t remember? All those men coming to worship at the altar of your beauty? Begging you to dance with them?”
“That—kind of sounds familiar.” Karen said cautiously.
“What about making friends with Toni the bartender and agreeing to get matching ‘Men suck but not in a good way’ tattoos? Yours was going to run up the inside of your leg.”
Karen groaned. “I’d forgotten that.” More memories came back. “I think I also agreed to pierce my nipple in tribute to Elvis…?”
“Yep, although that was a joke. Toni was just messing with you.”
Karen exhaled deeply. “Thank God,” she muttered, then louder, “Well, that’s not too bad. It’s kind of what I remembered.” She must have dreamt about dark Daniel, hot and sexy with those magic hands and mouth and his big, thick—
Suddenly she realised Mandy was talking again.
“I missed that,” she interrupted. “Say again?”
“I was saying,” Mandy repeated patiently, “that, after you agreed to the nipple thing, you let a few more lowly men worship you. Then you danced with this one guy. Toni told me his name but I don’t remember it. The two of you were making out on the dance floor. After that you disappeared somewhere, presumably for a grope, and I didn’t see you again until I found you in the bathroom.”
Karen stared blindly out of the window. She’d had sex with a stranger. In an alley.
“Karen?” Mandy’s concerned tone indicated that this was not the first time she’d said her name.
“Daniel.” Karen said softly.
She heard Mandy snap her fingers. “That’s his name.”
“I had sex with him.” There was dead silence. For the first time since she could remember, Mandy was speechless.
“Mandy? We had sex in the alley.”
“What?” Her best friend’s screech pounded in her sore head. “You did what!”
“When we disappeared. We weren’t just groping. We had sex.”
“Oh my God! Oh my God. You had sex with a stranger? You? Way to go, Karen! I’m so proud. You’ve finally let your true self free!”
“A raging nympho, you mean.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s not like you lined them up and gave them all a try. There’s nothing wrong with the occasional one-nighter—unless… You used a condom, right?”
Her chest tightened as she struggled to remember.
“Karen? You used a condom, didn’t you? Karen?”
“Yes,” she gasped finally. “Yeah, we did.”
“Are you sure?”
Her face flushed hot. “Yes, I’m positive. I remember because I was pissed off we had to stop that long.”
Mandy was silent for a moment. “That good, huh?”
Karen thought about it, remembered his rough hands, the silky soft feel of his goatee against her skin, his thick cock driving into her.
“That good.”
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