Sara’s POV
This feeling was amazing! I loved this feeling! Floating in the sky, looking down on the world, floating in between the clouds, the place I loved to look up to so bad. I felt weightless, no sorrow to catch up to me. I felt careless and free and I knew exactly what caused this feeling. There was only one situation in which I had this dream. Getting to the cause of this dream, made me come down from my flight… quickly. And I knew what would be coming as soon as I landed….

I would wake up.

Slowly I opened my eyes, and I silently cursed, yes, the dream had been here for one reason. I drank too much… way… way… way too much. I had the taste in my mouth to prove it. How the fuck could I have been this stupid? I knew it was a bad idea to go and party in Vegas to forget about all about my so called life, I told Amy she needed to keep an eye on me, but I guess she didn’t keep that promise. Ah fuck…

For a moment I enjoyed the feeling of the clean sheets to my naked body. I loved clean sheets, I loved those crisp new sheets… Wait… Naked body? Like fully naked? I felt the sheet on my back. I wiggled a little with my ass, oh yes… that was definitely naked. What the fuck have I done last night?

Okay, I knew Amy like forever, but laying in one bed together with her, completely naked? That was taking it a little too far. I tried to get up, wanting to find something to wear, panties preferably. But moving was hard. Would this really be the day that I would start to have hangovers? A weird pressure was on my back. Was that Amy?

I slowly opened my eyes, and found the edge of the bed and a window with the curtains right open. Nope, I wouldn’t find any answers there. I carefully lifted my head, testing the water on the hangover… Nope… nothing there either… Thank God. I was thankful for having no hangovers whatsoever, blackouts about the previous nights… yes… hangovers no… Ah well, I have friends to fill me in on the hangover, but the throwing up I would have to do myself, so it was a pretty good deal.

My head finally made it to my other side and I was already moving my hand under the sheets to wake Amy up with a tickling attack, when I noticed that the person lying next to me was not Amy, definitely NOT AMY! I bit my tongue not to scream. Holy fuck! Who was he!?

Quickly shutting my eyes, I solved the problem. For now. If I didn’t see him, he wouldn’t be there. I desperately tried to remember him, seeking my mind for any of the last nights events, but I should have known better. I came up blank, completely blank. I carefully opened one eye, taking in the man that was sleeping next to me. He was pretty. I opened my other eye too, wanting to take him in completely.

Oh no, Sara, he isn’t pretty at all, he is handsome, so damn fucking handsome. How could I have ended up with a guy like him. I moved my face a few inches forward, our noses almost touching. I studied his face, oh boy, he was some fine specimen. He snored a little, real cute, but when he exhaled I finally got why he ended up in my bed… He had been drunk of his ass too.

For a moment I decide to just forget about the guy being drunk and just imagine he really had wanted to be there with me. If I could only remember his name…
I closed my eyes again, enjoying the pressure, half of his body put on mine, by lying practically on top of me. The pressure that was only put on you by a man, a man that felt the need to possess you. Or had already possessed you and was protecting his property.

I remembered when ‘The Ex’ and I still had those moments. Those first weeks where we couldn’t keep our hands of each other, where only five minutes in each other’s presence ended up in the bedroom… or somewhere else… but always ending up with him telling me he had wanted me like he had never wanted anyone before. My heart cringed at the thought. I should have known… I should have known when he didn’t want to possess me anymore… I should have know when we could be in each other’s presence for a whole night, without him even as much as touch my arm in a friendly gesture. I should have know when his once so hungry hands grew so cold on me, but I guess I just had to realize that his hungry hands were just not hungry for me anymore.

A sigh escaped me and I relaxed, I didn’t want to think about that asshole anymore, I was done thinking about Marc… what kinda name was that anyway!? Marc. Shit! Something rings a bell with that… Did the man’s name was Marc too? Did I really pick a man with exactly the same name as “The Ex”? I groaned… Smooth Sara, smooth. Way to go in doing what you came here for. Forgetting. I felt the tears sting in my eyes. I was too fucked up, and way too tired for this and it was too early. This Marc was here, and he thought I was worth his time, so for now… I would just not think about “The Ex”. I inched over to the Marc in my bed and let sleep take me again.

The first thing I did when I woke up again was checking if the man was still there. The pressure was off my body and I missed it instantly. I looked over to his side of the bed and felt my heart jump up. He was still there! With a little more rest I was just excited and I needed to get the energy flowing through my veins, out.
I carefully got out of bed and was amazed by the mess in the room. A room that didn’t look familiar either…. Oh Sara… seriously?

I stood next to the bed, enjoying the view. He sure was something else. “The Ex” had been a typical business man, up and rising, just out of business school, company car, company card and the world at his feet. He only listened to classical music, in case someone would hear. He hated people with tattoos and when I wanted to dye my hair blue, he had forbidden me. It wouldn’t suit the girlfriend of a soon to be partner at his marketing firm. Ugh! I hated the bastard! He would flip shit if he would see me now. The Marc in my bed, covered in tattoos, his arms, his legs peeping from under the sheets, a skull on his abs, his chest decorated with a line of text. What did it say? I bend a little forward to read it… “Thicker than water”?

He was still peacefully asleep and I saw a smile creep over his face, was he dreaming something he liked? Oh look at that, the smile got even deeper… DIMPLES! By now I was moving from one foot to another and I couldn’t stop myself from doing a little dance. Hell yeah! I needed to call Amy, I needed to tell her about this, she would never believe me. I did a little twirl, shaking my ass in the process, not even realizing I still wasn’t wearing anything until I heard a chuckle and I snapped myself around.

“What a sight to wake up to!” He smiled. Oh there they were again, the dimples. For a second he had me forget about everything. For a second… then I realized and I tried to cover myself as good as possible, suddenly embarrassed about being so completely naked in front of him. That chuckle again “Little late for that, don’t you think?”
“I… well…” I looked around me, finding a t-shirt next to my feet, quickly pulling it over my head, still looking around to find my panties. Where the hell were they? The guy leaned back and dipped his hand to the ground. When he moved back up, he propped himself up on one arm, and dangled my panties on his other hand, smirk on his face.
I put one knee on the bed, trying to grab my underwear, but he held it away from me. “Only if you do that dance again”
“No!” I shot him an annoyed look “Then I’ll just go commando”
“Sweetie, your dress is way too short to go commando” he chuckled again. He got pretty annoying by now, and all the credit his looks had build up for him, were quickly disappearing.

I stood back, my arms crossed over my chest “Soooo…” I began, not really knowing what to say. To be honest, this was my first one night stand ever, assuming this was one, a one night stand. I shot my eyes at him.

Matt’s POV
“Did we have sex?” she finally let out, after staring at the ground for a few seconds. She looked completely uncomfortable in her own skin. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her demeanor, so free and tough when she thought I wasn’t looking, so scared and shameful under my gaze.
“Oh sweetie, you would have known if we had sex”
Her eyes shot to the only part of my body that was still covered by the sheet and then back up to my eyes. I nodded and gave her a wink.
“Cocky much?!” she sneered. She didn’t remember a thing, it must be, if she would have remembered a simple thing, she would know I didn’t need to be cocky. Her screaming my name last night said everything. I didn’t remember much. But I do remember we didn’t end up in this room without a reason.

The girl was still staring at me, as if she was really waiting for me to answer her question. I threw the panties her way and she quickly grabbed them and put them on. While she was fumbling with her panties, trying to keep as much hidden for me as possible.
“What do you remember?” I tried. I was really hoping she could fill me in on the night, because seriously, I don’t think I have drunk that much in a long time. As if on cue my stomach churned. I tried to take a deep breath to keep the nausea under control and as it was a miracle, it did fade away again.

“Well?” I got out of bed, looking for my boxers, I knew she was looking at my ass and I just loved to catch her in the act, so I shot a look over my shoulder. Her head was bend to the side a little, and her posture was bend down. Was she really trying to see if she could look at the proof of my earlier statement?
“I don’t remember anything, the only thing I remember is your name…, Marc” she stated smartly. I laughed loudly…. “Marc”…, tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t control my laughing anymore …. “Marc”….
“What’s so funny?! That name is not funny at all!”
“It is” I was even barely able to get those 2 words out and I was trying to take deep inhales of breath to catch up again.
“I’m glad you think it’s funny, because I don’t” She looked so mad at me and I was wondering what her problem was. Flashes of her crying came to mind. Did I make her cry last night?

I walked over to her and put out my hand, she hesitated but shook it in the end anyway “Matt, nice to meet you”
Her eyes went wide and she looked at me in shock. Then she began to laugh loudly “Really?”
“Really” I smiled at her. Now she relaxed a little more I could totally understand I chose her.

She was so completely different from…

I felt my mood plummet instantly so I pushed the thought to the back again, looking at the woman standing in front of me, having a huge laugh attack.
“Oh I’m so so sorry” she said when she finally caught her breath again.
“It’s okay. Why were you so convinced it was Marc?” I was curious. She had stated it with such conviction.
“I knew a Marc, it sounded familiar” her face cringed like she smelled, taste and felt something disgusting at the same time. It was at the tip of my tongue to ask her about that Marc, but I decided against it, this wasn’t the time to be all attentive and interested, she needed to leave this hotelroom so I could wait for Brian and piece the night together. I mean, she was nice and all, pretty and cute, but I needed to stay as far away from commitment as humanly possible. I was done with commitment and I had the freshly signed divorce papers to back me up on that one.

“Matt?” She had asked me something and she was waiting for an answer, but you could have put a gun to my head, I still wouldn’t have heard it.
“What did you say again?”
“I wanted to know if you remembered anything” she looked at me curiously as if I would hold all the answers.
“I don’t remember much, except from drinking way too much. My stomach is doing a pretty persistent job at volunteering to empty itself.” I sat down on the bed, standing up turned out to be a bad idea.
“I remember you crying. Did I hurt you?”
She blushed deeply and then seemed to think about it for a moment and then shook her head. She didn’t ask about the crying though, would she know why she would cry? She looked kinda sad and I felt the need to cheer her up. Here you go again, Sanders, being all social. You know what that used to bring you.

I had been too social when I married my high school sweetheart even though I knew I didn’t really love her that much anymore. It was the biggest surprise our marriage had lasted that long.

The girl was staring at me again and her brows were raised. Did I zone out again? I was searching my brain for her name, I must remember it, right?
“SARA!” it suddenly popped up.
The girl looked at me with a smile “Right at the first go, I applaud you, Marc” she had a big grin on her face as she mocked herself.

“Are you here alone?” she asked as she looked at the two bags that were in the corner of the room. His and Brian’s. Where the hell would Brian be? Did he pick someone up too?
“No. I’m here with one of my best friends, Brian, we needed to have a break, just a good time. I wonder where he is.”
“Maybe he took my friend. I have no fucking clue on what happened last night, but I know I started out my night with my friend Amy and I don’t see her now”
“Yeah, I already kicked her out after our threesome” I smirked
Her eyes could have killed me when they met mine “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

She started going through the room as if she was looking for something
“Have you seen my phone?”
I looked around the room, only now noticing the mess. Clothes lying everywhere, shoes, underwear. Was I even sure I didn’t have sex with her? Something came to mind, but I sure as hell wasn’t sharing that with her.

My phone laid on the bed stand “Let me call Brian, maybe he knows where your friend is” I tried him several times, but I always got voicemail, no luck there. I stopped trying when my stomach growled loudly.
“You know what, you take a shower and get dressed and I do the same and then we will have breakfast? I could use some food and coffee”
“Oh yes… coffee” Sara moaned. OH I definitely made her do that last night, I thought with a smirk.
“Yeah, we have more chance to meet our friends in the lobby anyway. So, deal?”

Sara stepped up to the bed and shook my hand on it, holding on a little longer than she needed to. Then she walked towards the bathroom, swaying her hips and I saw her hands move to the hem of my shirt she was wearing. She pulled it over her head and looked over her shoulder as she threw it towards me
“I think you might need this one yourself”

She walked into the bathroom, leaving me staring at her bare back, her long blond hair coming down on it, and that tiny piece of fabric that was covering her ass. The invitation was clear, but I tried to keep myself from going after her, this night had been a mistake, and I should definitely not repeat it.
Definitely not.

I heard her turn on the shower and imagined her under the pouring water, her body wet, bubbles of soap sliding down…

Oh shit…

Notes

You already guessed it... Sara woke up next to Marc... uhm... Matt ;-)
Let's see if they couples find each other and they will be able some of the blanks.

More on friday!