Eliana's POV

Asa slowly pulls out of me. The sensation leaving a lingering ache that made me bite my lip and moan softly. I sat leaning back against the leather, trying to steady my breath and he exhaled heavily beside me, letting his fingers brush along my thigh one last time before shifting to tug his trousers up, sliding the zipper with a rough flick of his wrist.

I moved to adjust myself, slipping my panties back on, my heart still hammering. The quiet of the car amplified our breaths as we both momentarily rested to regain strength.

"Is it okay if you drop me home?" I asked after finally catching my breath, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face.

"If that's what you want," he said with a gentle smile.

"It is." I nodded without hesitation.

We both moved from the back seat and went forward. Finally, he turned on the car, and put on a soft music to ease the atmosphere. And I allowed the cold breeze of the AC cool me off. God I needed this.

When we reached my apartment, I invited him in and he accepted and entered.

"Would you like a drink?" I said, morning towards my small kitchen. "I can get you some water."

"I would like that." He said in response.

I poured a glass of water from the fridge and handed it to him. He accepted it, swallowing every drop like he had been thirsty for three days.

Once the glass was empty, he set it down, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"Refreshing?" I asked with a smile teasingly.

He didn't answer my words, instead he looked me straight in the eyes with a smirk and closed the space between us. My back hit the fridge as he kissed me again.

I moaned into him as I started feeling myself get horny again. I let my hands wander over his shoulders, gripping lightly. I could feel the hard press of his d**k push through his trousers.

Our kiss grew urgent, a wordless conversation that spoke louder than anything else. I felt him nudge me gently toward the hallway, lips never leaving mine, until the bedroom door loomed ahead. Our clothes dropped one after the other along the way. His shirt was tossed carelessly onto the chair, my dress slipped from my shoulders until only my bra and panties remained.

I pressed my breast against him instinctively as his hands traced my back, teasing over the edges of my bra, down to the curve of my spine.

"Not yet," he whispered softly, almost as if testing me, but the growl underneath his words betrayed him.

Laying on the bed, he finally pulled back just enough to tug my panties to the side. His fingers brushed over my p***y lightly rubbing my cl*t before his hard d**k slid inside me. I let out a loud moan, arching into him. His thrust was slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him as he thrust deep inside me, reaching the very end.

"Faster..." I whispered with a moan.

Without breaking eye contact, he positioned himself, pressing against me. The tip of his d**k nudged at the spot where I needed him most, and with a sharp inhale, I felt his thrust deepen as he slid in and out of me, going faster with each thrust. I moaned loudly, gripping his arms, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I didn't want to let him go.

"I'm... about to c*m." he groaned, as he thrust deep inside me. He buried his face in my shoulder for a moment, biting me softly, and then with one final shuddering thrust, he quickly pulled out as he let go, spilling over me.

The release was intense. I could feel him trembling slightly as he laid on top of me, holding me as we both caught our breath.

A small laugh escaped us both moments after.

"What a mess." He said, looking down on his spill over my belly. "Got a tissue?" he asked.

"Yeah." I answered still in amusement, pointing toward the bathroom.

He moved with fluid grace, retrieving what he needed, and he wiped the sperm off my belly, while making sure I was comfortable. Then he slid off, putting his clothes back on, while I adjusted my bra and panties. My cheeks were flushed and my heart was pounding. "I just finished having sex with a total stranger." I said to myself.

"I wish I could stay a little longer," he said, while leaning against the doorway. "But I have some... business to attend to tonight."

"I understand." I said with a nod, while biting my lip, though I wanted more. "Will I see you again?" I asked, hesitant but honest.

With a smirk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. Only his name and a number were printed boldly on it. No address, no other detail. He handed it to me, and the faint scent of coffee and chocolate drifted up as I took it, pressing it to my lips unconsciously.

Without another word, he stepped toward the door and left. I watched him leave, and then slowly sank onto the bed, card clutched in my hand.

I lay back, legs stretched out, still putting on my panties and bra, fingers brushing the smooth paper as memories of him and everything we just did replayed in my mind.

"Oh sh*t." I said suddenly out loud as I remembered I had left Sophia and Juliette at the club.

I quickly reached for my phone with the thought of calling them to let them know I was home.

I opened our group chat and left a short.

"Girls, don't hate me. I've gone home."

I waited to see if either of them would respond but none of them did.

What in the world could they be doing?

Eliana's POV

It's morning and I had just woken up with a lingering memory of last night. The kiss at the club, the sex in the car, the final sex at my place. A slow smile curved on my lips.

"Oh God...Asa." I whispered his name as if mentioning his name could cause him to suddenly appear right before me.

The thought of him alone turned me on.

He had left, stating he had some "business" he needed to attend to. It was pretty cool actually. He's mysterious.

And I'd also been pleased that I'd taken that leap of living out one of the fantasies I'd carried for so long. Having s*x with a complete stranger. It was much better than I imagined.

My fingers brushed the small card he'd left behind, still clutched in my hand. I could still smell the scent of coffee and chocolate on it, and I inhaled it subconsciously, savoring the reminder of him. My body was still warm, the faint ache of last night settling pleasantly in my p***y, a reminder of what we had done.

"God, last night was wild... but I'm still thankful for a new day." I prayed softly as I stretched, lingering on my bed in just my panties and bra.

And then the temptation to call him hit me. My phone rested on the nightstand, and I reached for it, picking it up without a second thought. My thumb hovered over the dial momentarily in hesitation.

For a long moment, I just stared, imagining his face, his smirk, the hardness of his d**k in my hands... Then, quickly I jerked myself out of my reverie and I dialed his number.

The first ring echoed in the quiet apartment stretching for a moment and then-voicemail. I frowned slightly, refusing to be deterred.

"Maybe he's busy?" I said out loud.

I decided to try again moments later.

Ring. Ring. And there was still no response.

I waited again in silence and there was something about this particular silence that felt both frustrating and thrilling, and I hesitated, thumb hovering the dial button before deciding to try one last time.

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

Still nothing.

I set the phone down, blinking at the ceiling as my mind began to wander, wondering why he hadn't picked up. Maybe he was still handling "business", or maybe he was.... I shook my head, letting the thoughts dissolve.

And then, there was a sharp knock at my door. The knock rattled the quiet of my apartment, pulling me completely out of my imaginations.

I froze momentarily trying to figure out who could be at my door by this time of the morning.

Suddenly I became very aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but black panties and a matching bra. My hair was still a mess from the night before, and my head carried that faint, throbbing headache that came after one drink too many.

There was another knock again. Louder this time, in form of a pattern.

"Sh*t. Hold on!" I called out as I snatched the first thing I could find-a wrinkled T-shirt from the chair near the door. Not to wear but to hold against my chest, in case it was my neighbor or, God forbid, the landlord.

Padding barefoot to the door, I pressed one eye to the peephole.

It was Sophia and Juliette.

Of course.

I cracked the door just enough to peek out, my bare shoulder pressed against the frame.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked.

Sophia's grin was already mischievous, her eyeliner smudged but her confidence shining as bright as ever.

"Checking if you survived the night." She said.

Juliette stood just behind her, cheeks pink from the morning chill, balancing three paper cups of coffee like she was the responsible one.

"Coffee?" she offered, as though that justified their unannounced arrival.

Before I could say any other words, Sophia nudged the door wider with her hip and breezed past me, her eyes sweeping immediately over my state of undress.

"Oh my God, Ellie." She laughed, "Did you just finish f**king or what?"

"Shut up." I said with a chuckle, rolling my eyes as I tugged the shirt higher against my chest but making no move to put it on.

Juliette at least had the decency to look flustered as she slipped inside and set the coffees down on the table.

"You could've gotten dressed before opening the door." She said.

"I could've but then I saw it was you guys," I muttered, shutting the door behind them. "For all I knew I thought it could've been Mr. Henderson from next door. Imagine if he'd seen this. You think I'd want that?"

"He'd probably thank the universe." Sophia smirked, flopping onto the couch like she owned the place.

I shot her a look, but she just stretched, looking smug and radiant in a way that made me suspicious.

"You look..." I narrowed my eyes. "Too pleased with yourself. Spill. What's the gist?"

"Remember that guy who asked me to dance?" She said, leaning forward with her chin resting on her hand, eyes sparkling like a 6 year old.

Of course I did. I remembered watching her strut off to the floor, leaving Juliette and I alone at the bar.

"Well," she said, her smile curling, "one dance was all it took before we ditched the floor. Guess where we ended up?"

"A hotel?" I arched a brow, teasing.

"Nope."

"Sophia..." Juliette said with her eyes widened in anticipation.

"The club's bathroom." Sophia said with a grin.

"You didn't." I said, jaw dropped.

"Oh, I did." She looked positively triumphant. "He had me pressed against the stall door before I could blink. The music was pounding through the walls, people were walking in and out, and I couldn't have cared less. We did it right then and there. It was..." She paused momentarily as if reliving the experience. "Perfect."

"Sophia, you're insane." Juliette said with one hand covering her face while letting out a laugh.

"Insanely lucky." Sophia corrected, wagging her brows.

"Slut." I said with a laugh, shaking my head.

"Excuse you." Sophia gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense.

"Total slut." Juliette said, peeking through her fingers, googling despite herself.

"Say it louder!" Sophia said, stretching her arms out wide, basking in the attention. "I'll wear it like a crown."

Eliana's POV

We all dissolved into laughter and when the laughter finally faded, Sophia leaned back against the cushions, looking like she'd conquered the world.

"Honestly? Best bathroom break of my life." She said.

"You're unbelievable." I said to her, shaking my head while hiding my smile behind the coffee Juliette had handed me.

"And you're suspiciously quiet." Sophia said, eyes glinting as they flicked to me. "Don't think I didn't see you last night."

Heat climbed my neck instantly as I thought of Asa, and my grip tightened on the cup, praying my face wasn't giving me away.

"I was just dancing." I said quickly.

"Mhm-mmh. Sure." Sophia said.

Juliette shifted nervously on the couch, drawing the attention away from me for the moment. She hadn't said much since walking in, and her blush hadn't faded either.

"And what about you, Jules? You disappeared with someone too." Sophia pounced.

Juliette's lips parted, but no words came out at first. She fiddled with the sleeve of her cardigan, eyes downcast, before finally opening up.

"It... wasn't a guy." She answered in a whisper.

Juliette's cheeks flushed deeper, and she wouldn't quite meet our eyes. That alone was enough to make Sophia and I lean in closer like predators circling prey.

"Wait," Sophia said slowly, her grin spreading. "What do you mean wasn't a guy?"

Juliette bit her lip, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. She glanced at me like she was searching for backup, but all I could do was raise my brows in anticipation and wait.

"Oh my God," Sophia gasped, sitting up straighter. "Was it that waitress?"

"Why are you like this?" Juliette groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"Because I saw the way she was looking at you," Sophia sing-songed, delighted. "All doe eyes and secret smiles while she was topping up our glasses."

"Fine! Yes. It was her." Juliette said with a blush, practically glowing.

"Juliette!" I choked on my coffee.

"She was cute and... really sweet." She dropped her hands with a resigned huff. like the confession had cost her something. "And bold. I didn't think she'd actually follow through but..." Her voice trailed off as she shook her head, half-shy, half-dazed.

"But what? Tell us what happened." I pressed, leaning forward, eager to know what comes next.

Juliette's lips twitched, torn between embarrassment and excitement.

"She pulled me out of the bar and that was it. We left through the back and she took me to this tiny hotel down the street. She had the keys like she'd done it before. Like she had planned it or something."

"God, I live for this. What happened next?" Sophia said, making a dramatic noise as she clutched at her chest.

"We didn't... you know, go all the way." Juliette finally said after a momentary hesitation, also chewing the inside of her cheek.

"Boring." Sophia pouted.

"Shut up." Juliette shot back, and then her eyes went dreamy in spite of herself. "It wasn't boring. It was...intense. She kissed me, and it was like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she wanted me nervous on purpose."

"And then?" I asked.

"We... fooled around. She touched me, and I..." Her voice dropped, but we both heard her clearly. "I touched her too."

"Juliette, you dirty little thing!" Sophia squealed, covering her mouth like a teenager even though she was the oldest of us.

"I am not dirty," Juliette protested, while letting out a laugh.

"You let a waitress finger you in a hotel room," Sophia fired back, grinning from ear to ear. "That's textbook slut behavior, Jules."

"Oh my God." I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh bubbling out as if I didn't have my own adventures last night.

"Why do I even tell you anything?" Juliette said, burying her face in a cushion, her muffled groan only making us laugh harder.

"Because we're your best friends," Sophia answered sweetly, "and because you love that we call you out."

"I hate you." Juliette peeked up with narrowed eyes.

"No, you don't." Sophia leaned closer, eyes glittering with mischief. "So? Did you... you know?"

"She... went down on me." Juliette whispered after hesitating, blushing.

The air in the room snapped tight. Sophia gasped so loud I was sure the neighbors probably heard her.

"No way." Sophia said.

I nearly dropped my coffee. My brain scrambled, trying to imagine shy, quiet Juliette-sweet, careful Juliette-doing something so bold.

"You're lying." I said to her.

Her smile turned sly, the faintest edge of pride sneaking through her embarrassment.

"I'm not." She said.

"Juliette, you absolute slut!" Sophia said, throwing a cushion at her.

Juliette squealed, throwing it right back, and suddenly the room erupted in laughter again, all three of us doubled over with it until my stomach ached. When we finally settled, Sophia wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"First me in the bathroom, now Juliette in a hotel room... what a night." Sophia said, amused.

"Unbelievable," I said, shaking my head, though I couldn't stop the smile stretching across my face.

"Which leaves only one question..." Sophia's eyes slid to me, with undeniable curiousity showing on her face.

"Yeah, Eliana. You disappeared too." Juliette turned, her blush fading into curiosity too.

"Nothing happened." I said, clutching my coffee tighter, trying to play it cool.

"Liar." Sophia smirked widely like a cat scenting blood.

Juliette leaned forward, eager now, her shyness gone in the face of my deflection.

"Come on, Ellie. You left the dance floor and never came back." She said.

I looked from one expectant face to the other, my heartbeat rattling in my chest. They weren't going to let this go.

"Spill. Every detail." Sophia grinned like she'd already won.

"Yes. Tell us everything."

"Fine," I finally said, "But you have to promise not to interrupt."

Both of them leaned closer, wide-eyed, hungry for whatever I was about to say.

And just like that, the spotlight was on me.