Chapter 9: Resolution
Lily and Emily only felt television static as the room spun around them, their minds spiraling, brains addled by multiple orgasms.
Shaw had been gone for several hours, yet they remained in their rumpled, sweaty state—cum spilled on thighs and bellies, sheets and pillows. They dozed off in fits and starts, but always awoke to the visceral memories of Shaw's powerful thrusts, the feeling of being absolutely possessed by primal desire, and the taste of their mingled juices on lips.
Emily and Lily lay on their backs, arms on their chests rising and falling slowly, with the post-coital languor. The smell of sex was still ripe in the air, the sheets were soaked, their bodies satiated but still somehow yearned for more. Emily turned to Lily, nudging her gently, "Hey, are you alright?"
Lily didn't respond immediately, still lost in the wondrous afterglow.
"Lily?" Emily said again, her voice tinged with worry.
Lily eventually opened her eyes, a sated smile graced her lips, "I have never felt this alive, Em."
Emily smiled back at her, "You and me both, Lily."
Emily flopped back on her back, the mere exertion of turning to face Lily sapped what little energy she had left.
Lily had seen the post-coital smiles, the stunned look on Emily's face, as if Emily herself couldn't recognize the woman who had just orgasmed like a goddamn waterfall.
It was surreal, the entire experience was so far removed from any fantasy Emily could have ever imagined.
Shaw had brought out a side of Emily that even Emily herself didn't know existed.
Lily ran a hand tentatively across her own breasts, still sensitive from the mind-numbing pleasure she had just experienced.
"God, Emily, I can't believe we just did that," she whispered at the ceiling.
"Neither can I," Emily sighed, her eyes closed, thoughts of the raw, animalistic experience swirling through her mind.
Emily sat up, wiping the negligible sweat trickling down her neck.
"I think I may have bruises on my hips," Emily giggled, wincing as she felt tenderness in her flesh.
Lily joked, "I think I bruised my g-spot," rolling on her side to face Emily.
"That good huh," Emily winked at Lily, nudging her with her foot.
Lily returned the teasing smile, nodding her head, "Better than good, Em."
They shared a laugh and Emily snuggled deeper over the sheets, the cool air causing her to shiver involuntarily.
"We should shower," Lily suggested.
Emily cocked her eyebrows, "do you honestly think we can move an inch from this bed right now?"
Lily couldn't help but laugh, "No, I don't think so."
Lily's smile dimmed as her gaze turned nostalgic, "I mean, this is what I thought college would always be like when I was growing up. In every movie or story, it's always crazy parties and passionate encounters. But for me, it's been nothing but a grind."
"I can understand that," Emily responded softly, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"But sometimes the clichés can turn out to be real, right?" she tried to sound optimistic. Lily looked at her and smiled warmly. "Yeah, they really can," she agreed. Emily smiled back and let out a deep breath.
The static from their multiple orgasms was starting to fade, replaced by exhaustion setting in.
Both Emily and Lily were surprised at how achey muscles they didn't even know that they had ached in more places than they thought possible.
The post-coital bliss soon dissipated, leaving them with aching muscles and a desire for something to eat.
"Shower, then food. That's the plan," Emily declared, yet she knew moving an inch from the bed was a herculean task at the moment.
Lily jabbed, "okay, after you."
Emily remained still as a statue before replying, "hey, fuck you."
Lily drained even more energy with the deep belly laugh that erupted after that.
Emily couldn't help but laugh with her. For the first time in their lives, it seemed like college was actually living up to the film and literature clichés.
Lily finally pushed herself up from the bed, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She made her way to the dimly lit bathroom to fill the big bathtub with steaming hot water.
Emily laid on the bed, her cheeks rose in a grin as she observed Lily's bouncy walk. Every curve of Lily's body swayed ever so temptingly as she vanished behind the shower glass door.
As the sound of the running water receded, Emily contemplated the night's events with a sense of triumph.
She let out a breath and rolled over, turning her gaze to the ceiling, where the faint light from the hallway played across it. Emily smiled to herself, this had been both an exhilarating and terrifying experience. And yet, if she were honest with herself, she would do it again in a heartbeat.
Lily finished her short shower, toweling off as she rejoined Emily in the dorm room, finding Emily waiting naked on the bed, her toned body glowing with the remnants of their afterglow.
Lily's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her cohabitant, sprawled seductively across the covers of their bed with an abandoned ease.
"your turn, Em," Lily said as she walked over to her own bed, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her. Lily's bed was clean, dry, and warm, a stark contrast to the bed behind her, still damp and sticky with the sweat and cum of their shared pleasure.
Emily, too, felt a sudden chill creep up against her skin as she left the pleasant warmth behind, her fingers brushing against the puddles of semen on the sheets and mattress protector - a poignant reminder of the intimacy they had just shared.
She stood there frozen for a moment, her skin covered in goosebumps, lost in her own thoughts.
"fine, I'll shower," Emily muttered as she walked towards the bathroom.
She stepped into the bathroom, the tiles still warm from Lily's shower.
Emily stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself for a moment. She looked like a different person, her hair tousled from hours of wild sex and her makeup smeared on her face.
She reached for the faucet and turned it on, letting the warm water stream onto her body. The water soothed her aching muscles as she closed her eyes and let the water cascade down her body.
She took an equally fast shower, washing off any trace of their encounter.
But as she watched the water swirl down the drain, taking the evidence of their shared pleasure with it, she couldn't help but feel a pang of loss.
Once out of the shower, Emily quickly dried herself but left her hair wet and tousled. She let out a deep breath and glanced at her reflection in the mirror, a woman who was just introduced to parts of herself she hadn't known before, a woman who had found blazing passions within herself she never knew she possessed.
Emily left the bathroom and took inventory of her discarded clothing on the floor, scattered in a manner that could only confirm the carnal events of the evening.
Her eyes landed on what was supposed to be her bed. It was still rumpled, the sheets damp with the evidence of their passionate lovemaking.
The thought of the effort involved in changing her sheets was enough to make Emily feel like she were going to throw up.
However, Emily looked at Lily's bed: clean, dry, and warm.
"I think I'm gonna pass out, Lily," Emily mumbled, a lazy smile on her lips as she walked towards Lily's bed.
Lily joked, "your bed is over there, Em."
Emily's smile grew wider, "I know, but it's just too much work to change those sheets."
"Eh, fuck it," Emily chuckled and ended up sprawled in the middle of Lily's clean bed, pulling the covers over her bare skin. She yawned dramatically, her eyes half lidded with sleepiness.
Lily smirked, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm, "Well, alright then. Looks like I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." Lily adjusted her body so that Emily could lie more comfortably on her bed.
What followed next was a snoring war between the two, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up with them.
Emily was curled up on her side, hugging one of Lily's satin pillows, while Lily was sprawled out like a starfish, limbs splayed in every direction.
The sounds of their snoring was like two lumberjacks were revving chainsaws in the stillness of the night, filling the atmosphere with a guttural rumble. Yet they slept, their bodies still thrumming with the energy of their recent escapades.