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It wasn’t something I heard that woke me -- it was something I felt. There was a weight pressing down on Wiener that put immense pressure on the Bladder, who in turn sent a signal to the Brain, who opened the Eyes so the Legs would carry everybody to the bathroom. I was holding someone’s hand -- D-Girl’s. The weight I felt was in fact D-Girl using my lap as a pillow. Thank god my pants were on. She had curled up in a fetal position and was clutching my hand with both of hers in front of her face. I gently slid out from under her and set her head down on the bed without waking her. That’s when I saw a bad, bad, good thing. D-Girl’s skirt was hiked up around her waist and her girl parts were clearly visible (a “Ladyfingers,” from that angle). As I adjusted to consciousness, I caught a glimpse of the rest of the Four strewn about the bed, all in various states of undress. Oh, dear god, what did I do? I wiped the crust off my eyes and detected the unmistakable aroma of pussy. A few rapid sniffs confirmed the Fingers were the source of the smell. Shit. This was bad. This was really bad. I climbed up out of the bed and went in search of a bathroom. When I found one, I lifted the seat, unzipped, and lowered my jeans and tighty-whities in one motion. My underpants were stuck to Wiener. “Oh, no,” I said quietly to myself and carefully pried the cotton briefs away from the most tender skin on my body. Sure as shit, there was a huge cum stain in my shorts. I was incensed at myself. There was no excuse for this whatsoever. After I finished pissing, I marched back to the bedroom and woke them all up. “Did I fuck any of you last night?” What curious expressions on those faces as they got their eyesight and tried to not check out each other’s wax job in the sober morning light. “Well,” I demanded. “Did I?” D-Girl piped up. “Relax, Prince Charming -- nobody popped your cherry. You wouldn’t let anybody get near your precious Rodan, or whatever you call it.” “Thank God,” I said to myself. The surprisingly strong D-Girl pulled me down next to her and snuggled up on my left side. “Now lay down and shut up,” she demanded, putting her hand over my mouth to hush me. Her fingers smelled more like pussy than mine. My fingers must have picked up the smell from her hand and not her snatch. I lay there for a minute staring nervously at the ceiling before glancing over at Ex Ass. Her eyes were wide and envious. I opened up my right arm and motioned with my eyes for her to come to me. Her lips turned upward at the edges and landed in a sweet smile. She burrowed into my right side and parked her face on my chest, facing D-Girl. “Hey, Sweetie,” D-Girl whispered softly to Ex Ass and stroked her hair once. We slept till the afternoon like that -- me holding the two of them. It was just like my happiest nights with 3a and Best Friend all over again. Don’t hate me for this, but I was thirty years old and had never once had a hangover. When others complained about pain or nausea after a night of drinking, I had no idea what they were talking about. My oldest brother is the same with headaches. He doesn’t know what the sensation feels like. Perhaps that’s why he was able to box. My official hangover career began that day. There’s no hangover like an X hangover, I’ve heard people say and I believe them. It was a pretty harsh first time. I felt like a giant turd when D-Girl dropped me off, and spent the rest of the day and night re-hydrating my body and washing my hands. Thank god 4 wasn’t due back till the next day. |
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