There wasn’t much room on the bed as we all collapsed into a mixed up pile of oozing and jerking extremities and hair and torsos and limbs. At last, I was done for the night. I had Paul’s flaccid penis right in front of me while someone else’s head was nestled between my dripping wet thighs. There was a strong whiff of sweat and cum and other bodily smells. We were all hushed with the feeling of being completely relaxed and emptied by the expending of our entire remaining sexual energy in this last orgiastic splurge. We shifted and settled a little but none of us could yet get up and move.
I dozed but I was aware that some of my friends were getting up to shower and toilet. Melita put her head on my breast and rested against me for a while. When I felt a little recovered I kissed her head signalling my intention to get up. She turned her face to mine and we kissed for a long while, tasting again our love and desire for one another. The others all crowded around and kissed us both too, and then each other. I even saw Paul and Peter give one another a kiss without any real awkwardness. After we had all kissed one another at least three times each I broke away to get to the bathroom. Melita followed me. I drank water from my hands under the tap, and then Melita did the same. We got under the shower together and let our bladders drain there, the warm water and foaming body lotion washing away the faint yellow of our urine.
I was really exhausted now with hardly the energy to gently wash Melita. She took over and lovingly washed me from head to toe, and then daintily finished washing herself. She turned off the water, helped me to move into the centre of the bathroom, and softly dried me. When she was satisfied that I was completely dry she got another towel and quickly rubbed herself dry. She then took me by the hand and helped me out of the bathroom. Two Laundromat staff were in the room. They had tidied up the detritus of our earlier meal and drinks and were changing the sheets. The others were standing outside in the hallway waiting for the room freshening to finish. Melita and I walked out to join them still butt naked. In fact none of us had bothered to put on clothes. We simply lacked the energy for any such social niceties. When the staff left we all went back into the room and tried to arrange ourselves on the bed. There simply wasn’t the room for us all to be comfortable.
Peter and Paul decided that they needed to be gentleman and find somewhere else to sleep. Paul could go to his own room anyway, which wasn’t too far away. And no doubt Peter had booked a room for himself upstairs. We women were happy to stay where we were, sleeping in each others arms. It was lovely beyond belief. In no time I had drifted off into a deep sleep, with wonderful dreams of me shimmering through a magical realm of dancing and melodic luminescent threads.
The others needed to go to work when we awoke the next morning. The ordinary routine of the Monday to Friday working week had eluded me, but not my friends. Melita left first at a very early hour. Before going to work, she had to pick up her children from her mother’s and get them to school. We only had time for a quick sleepy goodbye. We both said, at exactly the same moment, “I love you.” It was certainly true for me and I could feel her speaking her own betrothal.
Susan was next to leave. She had to prepare some tutorials she would be delivering in the mid-morning. She was absolutely radiant. She woke smiling and laughing. She was singing something to herself as she collected together her clothes which she had thrown off last night. I tuned into what she was humming and singing, I didn’t recognise the artist but I knew the words. “… goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married …” I didn’t know the rest, and I wasn’t sure that Susan did either. I looked at her and laughed aloud. She came over, gave me a long kiss, and mouthed, “I love you.” Then she was out the door.
The love that I was feeling was different to what I once had felt for my ex-husband. It was not a condition of my mind or body, which is kind of what I used to think about love, as perhaps expressed in terms like sweetheart. What I was feeling for my newly betrothed was like a living thing in its own right. It felt like my consciousness was tapping into a collective creation of ours, an external energy which had an independence from us as individuals. I felt its presence strongly, and could almost see it. It was a point of energy on the very edge of my peripheral vision, a little like a dancing beam of light. I was sure that the others could also see and feel this energy, and that it now went with us wherever we went, even when apart.
Tessa and I watched everyone find their phones, get dressed and leave. She had said her own sweet goodbyes. She too was affected by what we were feeling but she had something else on her mind as well. She looked at me provocatively and asked, “What were you going to do today?” I hadn’t thought much beyond getting some breakfast in a little while. After that, I wasn’t sure so I shrugged my shoulders and nodded at her to continue. “I am doing an old friend a favour and covering a short four-hour day shift for her at my old work.” She looked at me, smiling wickedly, “Do you want to come and share the shift with me?”