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“Good morning, guys.” Bea sang out and barged in.

She was naked from the waist down, wearing a pink tank top and munching on a donut. In her other hand, she held a mug of coffee.

“Hungry? Ron ran out and got us donuts. Jelly, cream—that’s my favorite, of course, heh, heh. There’s at least one chocolate with sprinkles. I remember you used to like those, Jon. Am I right? Hey, you guys look serious. Did I interrupt something?”

“No, we’re just a little out of it from lack of sleep.” Jon said smoothly. “Mmm donuts. Chocolate. Jasmine, you want one?” He gave me a peck on the lips and seemed a little too eager to leave the bed.

“Sure, jelly.” My stomach was growling. It was past dawn. The orgy was turning into a pajama party with donuts and coffee and maybe even the Sunday Times. Jon and I would never have sex again. I had to go back to mundane life and that just sucked.

Why do good things always have to end? I had two orgasms in the last two hours and four over the entire night. I could have gone for one more. Why not? I flopped back on the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Laurel had painted a mural of Leda mating with Zeus the Swan. Doves, swans, and cherubs flew around along the sides like a frame. I get what I want but it never lasts long.

I closed my eyes and recalled the weight of him on top of me. It was almost like he was still here. I crossed my arms over my chest and rubbed my upper arms with my hands to fix memories of his touch into my skin.

“That must have been some shag.” Bea tucked in beside me. She licked cream off her fingers. “Mmm.” She held a bite to my mouth. “Are you in love with him?”

“Nah. You caught us in the nick of time.” I put my fingers to my lips and then reached for a sip of her coffee. There was sugar in it. Blech.

She patted my knee. “You were always such a romantic. Jon’s hot.” She cuddled up against me. “You’re hot. Why aren’t the two of you getting together?”

“We both have other people in our lives.”

“So? I have two boyfriends and a girlfriend and there’s always room for more if you’re organized and honest. I’d go for Jon myself, you know. We can’t let him go to waste. Wasn’t this a great orgy? These guys are awesome! I think we’re all in better shape than we ever were in college and just as fun to hang out with. Laurel should do this on a monthly basis.”

“Maybe she will. Maybe she already does.” I stared up at The Swan poking at Leda and her body arching to receive him. So Bea would go for Jon herself. How tantalizing and irritating.

Where was Jon with my donut? And my one last request…the fifth orgasm. Or even just another chance to hold him? I was so tired. I leaned back against Bea who pulled me into her arms. Her skin was soft and warm and welcoming.

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