Why are we naked?

Edward woke up in the most peaceful manner one could wake up in. He opened his eyes, and his entire peaceful morning (all of 5 seconds) was over. Next to him, tight in his embrace, was his crush and best friend, Wylla. He lifted up the covers of the bed they were in and saw that they were both naked.

He blushed heavily dropped the sheets, looked at Wylla, and just stared, shaking with fear. His face was freakishly distorted. He was ready to scream, mosty in the fear that Wylla would kick his ass and accuse him of rape. Wylla slowly woke out of a slumber as peaceful as Edward’s. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw, right across from her, his arm trapped under her minute weight, her lifelong best friend and crush, Edward. At the same time Edward’s vocal cords finally decided to work, she screamed as loud as she could.

Both jumped back, with Wylla taking the sheet to cover herself. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING NAKED IN MY BED!” she shouted. Edward replied “I DON’T KNOW I SWEAR TO GOD! I’M JUST AS FREAKED AS YOU!” Both calmed down as much as one could after finding out that one just slept with one’s lifelong best friend and long-time crush. Wylla asked, “So d’you think we, you know, had sex?”

Edward blushed brightly and shot a glance towards the trash can in the corner of the room. “Well just by the amount of birth control thingies in your trash can,” he said, “I’d guess yes.”

Wylla then blushed and said “Well, we were safe about it.” Ed said “True. But I’d better get out of here before your grandmother finds us and starts bitching.”

Wylla said “Right”, but somehow she couldn’t move. All she could do was stand and stare at Ed’s groin. “Damn. He’s hung.” she thought.

Ed noticed this and blushed, asking “Uh, can I get some help over here? You know, finding my clothes?” Wylla snapped out of her daze and said “Oh. Oh yeah. Actually, why don’t I make the bed? Y’know, so nobody gets suspicious.” as she dropped the sheet onto the bed.

Edward glanced over and saw her in all her glory, au natural. He gave her a once-over with his eyes, and muttered “God she’s beautiful.” Wylla caught the words “she’s beautiful” and blushed bright red. She glanced over just in time to see him look away.

They found their clothes under Wylla’s bed once it was made. However, they found that themselves and their clothes reeked of alcohol, sweat and sex and would not do to be worn out of the room. They soaked the clothes in the sink in the bathroom just off of Wylla’s bedroom while they shared a shower. Water conservation, they both excused it with, but both knew that they just wanted to see more of each other.

They had been naked in front of each other many other times but this was the first time that something actually happended. They wondered how many drinks they had to get so wasted as to have drunk sex and remembering nothing.

 When their clothes were dry, they got dressed. Ed ran a hand through his hair, and realized “Oh hell, my braid’s undone!” Wylla walked up with his hair tie in her hand and said “I’ll get it for you.” She stood him facing away from her bathroom mirror, and wrapped her arms tight around him. Paying little attention to his hair and more to his eyes, she eventually got it done and gave him a long, slow, soft kiss.

Edward just went with the flow and felt her body responding to the kiss. He wasn’t going to ask if why was this happening and he was going to drink on this joy. He felt a warm wetness between her legs and made her came with his fingers just for the pleasure of watching her twitching in his arms.

They trusted each other deeply and truth be told they must be a little too drunk still since none was cuestioning what was happening. Maybe they ware tooking advantage of the excuse to give in on ther desires or maybe they thought this was a continuation of the dream shared last night. Either way, kissing each other wasn’t something they would protest about.

The lovers went up to the door from Wylla’s soundproofed room to the hall and peered out, hoping for a clear escape. However, there were about three old ladies and men about Grandmother’s age walking around the halls. That’s when it all came flooding back to them. The agreement, the party, and their night together. About three days ago, Ed’s second day back from the capital, Ed, Antony and Wylla had come to agree with Wylla´s Grandmother that if Ed and Antony could invite some of the guys from their little group in the academy for a little shindig, then they would help Grandma organize a day-long quilting bee and call a bingo tournament with the prize being said quilt.

The party had been last night, while Grandmother was gone to pick up some things for her fun. Everyone had gotten a bit drunk, especially Ed and Wylla. Ed had even laughed off a gibe about his height from Roy, which everyone else was too knackered to find odd. Armstrong was doing one-arm handstand push ups while everyone piled stuff on his feet, averting their eyes from his cookyness. Havoc and Howard got into a game of darts. Carl just made a general ass of himself. Roy was joking about Ed and Wylla being a couple. Eventually, the academy boys left, and Ed helped Wylla to her room.

But he didn’t leave, oh no. They made sweet love all night long while Antony and Grandma were cleaning and preparing. That brought them pretty much up to scratch. They slowly remembered the night. The drunk kisses, the lousy touches, Ed falling from the bed, Wylla laughing and joining him on the floor, she riding him senseless into a drunk sweet dream that sent them back to the bed. They remembered the dirty talk and Ed placing her legs on his shoulders to bang her against the mattres. They remembered the lusty faces they saw on each other. At the same time, both said “Oh fuck!”

Ed rushed back in and wrapped Wylla’s sheets into a rope. He tied it to her bedpost and used it to climb down. Then, to prevent the risk of another hint that they had fucked last night, he restored the sheets and threw them back into Wylla’s window. Wylla remade her bed and headed into the living room to see if Grandma needed help. Out back, while Ed was staring dreamily at the window he had just climbed from, Antony came up and said “Hey, big brother, where’ve you been?”

Ed jumped and fell on his head. When he got up, he said “Sleeping.” Then Antony, the 16-year-old cutest teen, asked the one question Ed didn’t expect or want: “You spend the night with Wylla, didn’t you, brother?” His expression was mischievous and very eloquent of what he was truly asking.

Ed was flattened by this question. He did not expect his little brother to ask. After getting up, he asked “What makes you ask that?”. Antony simply said “‘Because you weren’t in any other room in the house, and you didn’t leave.” Ed, now even more flabbergasted than before, said “Alright, I slept in Wylla’s room. But that´s it.”

Antony came as close to a smirk as a uniformed academy boy can. “‘Cuz you two walked up to her room drunk as hell and she shouted down ‘Hey, Antony, grab some birth control shit and bring it up, will ya?’, and I got it and brought it up and you two were making out on her bed naked. Roy videotaped the whole thing from then on.” At that, Edward suffered a total mental breakdown and fainted.

When he woke up, it was nearly three in the afternoon and bingo was going to start soon. Ed said “Superior or not, I am going to kill Roy in the most painful way I can think of ten times over!” Antony said “I was only joking about Roy videotaping you. That was me.”

He started tossing a little black tape up in the air and catching it. Ed jumped and after a five-minute fight involving half-assed karate and faces being broken, Ed got the tape. He slashed it into little bits and jumped on it. Then he sculpted the pieces s into a little figure similar to the one he gave to Wylla for her birthday long ago. They both went down and called bingo in semi-peace.

A week later, when the brothers returned to the academy, Ed endured many “drunken idiot” jokes, which weren’t half as bad as the endless chanting of “Ed and Wylla sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G” he would have endured otherwise. And that was how Ed learned never to trust Antony with his privacy.