A few hours ago, I got out of bed, leaving Ashlyn curled up in a ball, and still somehow occupying 2/3 of the mattress. Slipping on my boxer-briefs I went into the kitchen, almost tripping over her shoes. Before I Flipped on the switch, I used my knuckles to rub the sleep out of my eyes. "Fuck." On the bar counter was a bottle of whiskey that only had about half a shot left. Two heavy bottom rocks glasses were next to the bottle, one completely empty and the other filled with watered down whiskey.
I am not sure how Ashlyn's panties got on the coffeemaker, but I balled them up and did my best fade-away shot, trying to land them on her shirt, which was stuffed between the cushions on the couch. I missed, and hit the pizza box that was hanging off the edge of the coffee table, spilling crust and crumbs all over the area rug. Sigh.
While I waited for the coffee to brew, I searched for my jeans. I had a vague recollection of taking them off near the bathroom. They were crumpled up by the vanity and my belt was on the towel rack. I took a minute to look at myself in the mirror. My eye sockets seemed like they were trying to escape from my face. There was more gray in my beard than there was the day before. For a moment I saw Ashlyn's naked back in the mirror, and her ass pressed on the granite counter top. I saw my face on her shoulder, and my mouth about to bite into her neck. Then I noticed one really long nose hair protruding from my nostril. I tried to pinch it and yank it out, but it kept slipping between my fingers.
Ashlyn was now stretched out diagonally across the bed. The comforter was on the floor along with the pillows. All that was left on the bed was her naked body and a crumpled up sheet that covered one of her legs and her hips. Watching her sleep made me realize my head was pounding. I should have been guzzling water until I had gained eight pounds, but I didn't give a fuck. All I wanted was a cup of coffee with an obscene amount of cream and sugar.
"Thank, fucking, God." I whispered to no one, when I heard the coffeemaker gargle. "Ha!" I said to Ashlyn's shoes as I stepped over them on my way back to the kitchen. It was all starting to come back to me, the text I got at 9:30 asking me to come out, the text I sent back at 11:00 saying, "No." The text I got back at 1:15 saying she was coming over. And then the knock at my door at 1:30. I wanted to send her away, but it was too late. Her friend had already driven away after dropping her off. Also, if I am being completely honest, there is something sexy about a girl holding a bottle of whiskey. "You should have come out. It was so much fun."
"I'm 38. I don't go out anymore," and smirked.
Ashlyn grabbed my shirt and got up on her toes to kiss me. Her mouth tasted like Jolly Rancher shots and sneaky drags of other people's cigarettes. After that everything was a total blur.
I dropped an ice cube in my coffee so I could drink it faster, and then gulped it down. I poured myself another cup, and made one for Ashlyn, too. I had made hers a little too full, so as I walked back to the bedroom, I took slow deliberate steps. I had already turned my place into a shit hole, with clothes and pizza boxes everywhere. I didn't want to add to the mess. Obviously, I forgot about Ashlyn's shoes, and tripped on them, spilling coffee down my stomach. "Fuck me!" I yelled kicking her footwear across the room and spilling even more coffee on my wrist. "Son of a bitch!"
Ashlyn lifted her head and groaned, "Stop, I'm trying to sleep!" By the time I had set down the now half full cups of coffee on the night stand, she was already drifting back to dream land. I used the t-shirt I found draped over the lampshade to wipe the coffee off my arm and stomach, before using it to clean the floor. I wanted to kick her out right then and there. I wanted to say something dickish, like, "Isn't there another bed you could be hogging?" But then it hit me. I had a much, much better idea.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I ran my hand over her soft round ass. "You know. I'm not sure who you think you are." Ashlyn let out a moan that told me she was somewhere between sleep and awake, just aware enough to know I was speaking. If she couldn't make out the words she could make out that tone. That would be more than enough. "You come over here on a week night, right before I'm about to go to bed. You get me drunk. Make a mess of my place. You know full well I can't sleep with someone in my bed, especially when that someone thinks my mattress is her own personal throne."
"Mmmhmm," Ashlyn sleepily sighed, pressing her ass up into my hand. I gripped it, and admired how her skin changed from flesh colored to albino white, around where my fingers applied the most pressure.
