The next morning I woke up and instinctively reached out beside me – the bed was empty. My head throbbed slightly from last night’s alcohol, and as the memories flooded back, a hot shiver ran through me: Anja’s lips around my cock, her moans, her taste… But right away another feeling mixed in: pure panic. What if we’d ruined everything? Five years of best friendship – destroyed because of one drunken night? Just then the...