C… something…
“Just talking to myself,” I said, holding up the beer as I started toward the bathroom door. “Go back to sleep. It’s only Monday.”
I didn’t realize that I was naked until I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. I frowned at my reflection.
My body looked amazing (duh), but from the neck up, I looked like hell. My eyes were red and squinty. My lips were cracked and dry. I leaned into the mirror and tilted my head back. White powder rimmed my nostrils. And down below, my poor cock was hanging like a limp noodle.
“Fuck, man… You gotta sober up…” I said to the man in the mirror. “You look like shit.”
I imagined him saying, “You first, motherfucker.”
I huffed at him and turned to stand at the toilet with my feet spread and my hands against the wall to keep me from falling over. I must have looked like a guy waiting to be frisked.
I aimed for the bowl as best I could. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I exhaled when I heard a strong stream of piss hitting the bowl.
The piss seemed to last for an hour. I had no idea how much I had drank, but obviously, I hadn’t taken a leak in while. When I heard the stream slowing to a trickle, I forced my eyes open and looked down. I sighed. I had just pissed all over the toilet, the floor, and the stack of girlie magazines on the floor.
“Fuuuuck,” I said, my words slurring. My knees began to buckle. I swayed as I shook off my cock and wiped my pissy hand on the towel hanging over the rack.
“Sleep…” I said, holding my hands out again to steady myself. I made it to the bed and crawled in beside the naked blonde.
Cassidy…
Carlotta…
I wiggled over onto my back. I put an arm over my eyes to shield them from the daylight coming through the broad windows.
I was just starting to drift off when I felt the woman roll into me. She put her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. I felt her lips on my nipple. Her hand slid down my stomach to my cock, which responded by immediately getting hard.
“You want to fuck or just a blowjob?” she cooed, working her hand up and down the length of my cock.
I sighed without removing the arm from my eyes. “You choose,” I said.
I felt her lips trailing down my stomach. Her mouth replaced her hand on my cock. I heard her hum. I lifted the arm enough to glance down at her.
She was looking back at me, smiling, with my cock wedged in her cheek.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
She slid my cock out of her mouth and licked her lips. She said, “Candy. Don’t you remember?”
“Candy… right…” I sighed and closed my eyes. “Please proceed. Candy.”