Entangled with three men

Sneaking out

As I slowly open my eyes, the first thing I notice is the unfamiliar room I am in. I don't recognize anything around me, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and how I got there.

Then, as my eyes adjust to the dim light, I see a man lying next to me. Memories of the night before flood back, and I realize that I spent the night with the stranger from the bar.

What the hell Laura!!!!!

As I look at him, I can't help but feel a wave of embarrassment and regret wash over me. What was I thinking? I barely know this man, and now I am lying in bed with him, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He stirs beside me, and I hold my breath, wondering if he is awake. I don't know what to say to him, or if I should even say anything at all. I knew before sleeping with him that it was all a one-time thing but lying next to him makes me feel a different kind of way.

I look around the room, taking in the messy sheets and the clothes scattered on the floor. We had both been in a hurry to get naked. I wonder if my friends are still asleep back at the cabin or wondering if I am alright. I remember Sydney giving him an earful before we left telling him to take good care of me, and he surely did.

He yawns and stretches, pulling me closer to him. I can't help but smile as I feel his warm breath on my neck. Maybe it is just a one-night stand, but I can't deny the chemistry between us. As I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him, I know that this is a memory that I will never forget, but I need to get out of here fast before he wakes up.

I carefully untangle myself from him and quickly slip my dress on, grab my heels, and clutch off the floor. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I have all that belongs to me.

I cautiously open the door to his apartment, making sure not to make any noise that might alert him and wake him. As I step out of the apartment, I feel a mix of excitement and guilt wash over me.

The guy had been charming, handsome, and persistent in his pursuit of me all night. I know I shouldn't have given in, especially since I am on a weekend getaway with my closest friends. But something about his confidence and the way he looked at me made me feel desired in a way I haven't felt in a long time.

I am not standing outside his apartment building for more than a minute before a cab pulls up and I hop in, giving the driver my destination address. While in the cab, lost in my thoughts I can't help but replay the events of the night in my mind. The way his hands felt on my skin, the way his lips tasted on mine.

It was thrilling and dangerous, and I know I will have to deal with the consequences when I get back home. We used protection, I saw the used condoms on the floor, but everyone knows how condoms are not a hundred percent effective. All I can think about is getting a morning after pill.

Because I am ovulating, I can't bet not getting pregnant on the condoms we used. The s*x was hurried yet passionate. I can't recall how many rounds we had before we both passed out from exhaustion.

When I arrive at the cabin, the place is quiet almost as if it is empty, but then I hear Sydney’s light snoring. I tiptoe up the stairs, holding my breath as I pass by their rooms. When I finally make it to my room, I collapse onto the bed, feeling both satisfied and ashamed.

I know I can't keep my one-night stand a secret from my friends because they all saw me leave with him, but I need to sleep before it is time for us to leave and catch our flight back to New York.

***

I sit across from my friends at brunch, they are all excited to hear the news of my one-night stand with the guy from the bar last night. They are practically bursting with anticipation as I sip on my mimosa, waiting for me to spill the details.

“So, tell us about Noah,” Beth says after taking a sip of her orange juice.

We are seated outside on the patio that offers an amazing view having brunch before we leave for the airport and get back to Manhattan.

“Is that what his name is?” I ask.

They all nod their heads.

Oh wow, how did I forget his name.

Sydney is grinning from ear to ear. “Tell us what happened already." she asks eagerly.

"I hooked up with………Noah," I say, unable to hid the doubt that I don’t remember his name.

"No way!" Beth squeals in excitement. "Tell us everything!"

I take a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I recall the events of the previous night.

"Well, you all know how we met, in the bar,” they all nod. “well we hit it off right away," I say, my heart starts racing as I relive the memory. "We talked for hours, and I could feel the chemistry between us growing stronger by the minute."

The girls all lean in, eager to hear more. "And then what happened?" Carol asks.

"Well, before I knew it he was trying to leave and I didn’t want him too, so I followed him back to his place," I say, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building in my chest.

I take a sip of my mimosa, savouring the sweet taste as I relive the memories of my wild night with Noah.

"And then what?" Sydney prompts, sensing my hesitation.

"Well, let's just say that Noah is an amazing lover," I say, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks as I recall the passionate moments we shared together.

My friends gasp in excitement, and I can see the curiosity written on their faces.

"What was it like?" Carol asks eagerly.

"It was intense," I say, my heart racing as I remember the way he touched me. "He knew exactly how to please me, and I felt like I was on fire."

They ooh and aah, clearly impressed with my wild night of passion.

"And then what happened?" Beth asks, sensing that there is more to the story.

"Well, we stayed up all night or rather morning talking and cuddling until we fell asleep," I say, feeling a sense of fondness for the man who had given me such an incredible experience. "And in the morning, I snack out."

“WHAT!!” They all blurt out in union.

Disappointed? Most definitely.

They admire my confidence and bravery for going after what I want and can't help but express their envy. They joke with me and giggle and encourage me to embrace the thrill of the moment and continue living life to the fullest.

Their reactions only fuel my own enthusiasm for the incredible experience I have shared with Noah. I feel so lucky to have such amazing friends who are supportive and understanding of my impulsive nature, and I know I can always count on them to be there for me.

“Now, can we please leave for the airport before we miss out flight back home?” I ask.

“Noooooo…….” Sydney whines, “I will miss this place.”

“Me too, but I can’t wait to get back home.” Beth smiles from ear to ear, I bet Jessie has missed her just as much.

“I miss Tony.” Carol adds.

“I don’t wanna see Mike just yet,” Sydney mentions.

Something I don’t have in common with my girls right now is that they are all in a relationship. Beth and Jessie are getting married at the end of this summer. Carol got engaged a month ago and Sydney has been dating Mike for a few months now. She loves him but doesn’t like spending as much time with him.

And me, well I think I just made the biggest mistake of sneaking out of Noah’s apartment without a word.

I'm sitting on the plane next to my best friends, feeling a sense of exhaustion mixed with contentment after an incredible weekend away. We spent the past three days away, soaking up the sun, partying all night, and enjoying each other's company. But now, as we fly back to Manhattan, I can feel the real-world creeping back in, and it's hard not to feel a sense of dread at the thought of going back to work the day after tomorrow. I was smart to have gotten an extra day.

My friends are chattering away excitedly, reminiscing about all the amazing moments we shared together over the weekend. I can't help but smile as I listen to their stories, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie wash over me.

As the plane begins its descent, I start to feel a sense of nervous energy building in my chest. I know that we will have to go back to our regular lives soon, and it's hard not to feel a sense of sadness at the thought of leaving this incredible weekend behind.

But as we step off the plane and head back into the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, I can feel my energy levels start to rise again. The city is alive with activity, and it's hard not to get swept up in the excitement of it all.

We hail a taxi and pile into the back seat, our laughter filling the car as we catch up on all the gossip from the weekend. I feel a sense of gratitude for these amazing women in my life, and for the incredible memories we have created together.

In one taxi dropping each one of us off by our doorsteps, we hug each other tightly, promising to make plans for our next adventure as soon as possible. I am the last one getting off the taxi. When we get to my apartment building, I clear the bill and pick my bag. I climb the stairs to my apartment, feeling a sense of contentment mixed with exhaustion.

The moment i am inside, I abandon my bag in the living room and head straight to my bedroom. I collapse on my bed. I take a deep breath, feeling grateful for the incredible weekend we shared together, and for the opportunity to escape from the stresses of our everyday lives for a few days. As I drift off to sleep, my mind is filled with thoughts of Noah and the memories we shared together.

I know that it was just a one-night stand, but in this moment, it feels like it could have been so much more. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I will always remember the way that he made me feel, and the incredible experience we shared together.

I don’t regret it.