I was too sated to care. My first ever orgasm during sex and Kent had been the one to rub it out of me. Who knew sex could be that good? I lowered myself onto the guest bed and slowly released the sheets from my hands. My breath recovered slowly. "Kent?..." I whispered softly.

Kent lowered himself to the bed beside me. I heard him mumble. "Mmhmm…? Sleep?…"

I looked over at him in the darkness, trying to see if his eyes were open. Maybe he was still asleep, maybe it wasn't unusual for him to be woken up with a sex offer from Jen when he slept over, maybe he thought I was Jen. I wasn't going to be able to sleep unless I knew. "Say my name..." I whispered again.

His eyes were closed, his breathing sounded like he was deep in sleep again as silence moved between us. There was no whispering of a name or movement from him.

I stared at him, watching him for a few more long minutes before I slowly got off the bed, careful not to roll over and get the bed dirty. I paused when I was off the bed and bit my lower lip, contemplating my next move.

If he was asleep and woke up and saw the bed clean would he be suspicious? Would he be able to smell me on him? I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, my face crunched up in anguish. I slipped my panties off slowly and then leaned over the bed, I almost wiped it onto the bed but then stopped. It would probably look staged. Oh shit, what was I going to do?

I ran into the bathroom near the front door and shut the door behind me. I threw the panties in the trash and then stared at them. I couldn't leave them there. Evidence. I grabbed the trash bag and tied it up tight. I put it by the door while I cleaned my lower back up. While I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, I felt tears pricking at my eyes. What the fuck was I doing? I'd just seduced my friend, my very best friend since childhood. I was only mildly relieved that he wasn't going to know he'd had sleep sex with me. At least he wasn't going to have to carry that around with him. I washed my hands a few times and then grabbed the bag.

I went into the kitchen and pulled out half of the trash. I was glad her trash bags were white and not see through. I threw the bag in there and then covered it, burying the evidence. I padded back into the guest bedroom and grabbed up my jeans. I slipped them on, wincing because I was already sore from his girth. I pulled the tank top off. It was dark and Kent was asleep so I didn't bother hiding my body.