A Night That May Change Our Lives

It all goes back to that one night. Our part was going to the party with him and drinking too much. How he convinced us that getting in bed with him was a good idea I really don't know. He convinced us, he's good at that. Waking up hung over still sticky from the night before, me, my best friend and him, with that look on his face.

We were at his place so no clothes to change into, put last night's panties on. No toothbrush. No hair brush. Party clothes. To guys it doesn't matter, but not so much for us. Not to mention that he got my pants off and did his deed in me, and to my best friend too. A night to remember, for him. For us, not so much so.

It doesn't matter that you're old enough to know better. What matters is that you wake up with sperm in you. And my best friend too. We are watching the days. I'm late already, I'm scared of getting my hopes up. Maybe she and I will be sisters for eternity, maybe not. But deep down inside if she and I become sisters for all eternity we will embrace it from the center of our soul.