I woke up the next day with a banging head and a mouth like sandpaper and it took me several minutes just to open my eyes to the world outside. It was dark in my room but I could see light creeping in around the edge of my curtains so I knew I must be at least mid-morning as the sun doesn't rise early at this time of year. Groggily I dragged myself up and reached over to the clock, clumsily pulling it off the bedside table.
"Shit" I cursed and fell back onto my pillow, every movement sending shockwaves through my head. "Really must stop drinking so much," I mumbled, knowing full well that once I'd recovered I would forget all about this discussion I was having with myself and that beer always tasted good again after a few days.
I rolled onto my front and draped an arm over the bed, fumbling around blindly until I managed to get hold of the clock and pull it up to where I could see it. The red LED display shone brightly and as I looked at it through half open eyes I could just about me out a couple of ones. 'Eleven o'clock,' I thought. 'Not too bad,' but as my focus improved and the blur started to disappear I blinked hard and stared at the clock again until I could clearly see the display reading 1:15pm.
I couldn't remember the last time I had slept passed noon as I had developed a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn even after a heavy night. I tried to will away the fuzz and piece together what happened last night at Laura's birthday celebrations, but I could feel each thought ripping through my head like someone stabbing me from the inside so I just fell back into my pillow and lay there for several minutes until the worst of it had passed.
I swung my legs out over the bed and was surprised to realise I was naked. Ever since I had been living with a flatmate I had been sleeping in a pair of boxers so that I'm not fumbling around in the dark to find a pair if I need to go to the bathroom in the night. I figured I must have pulled them off last night with my jeans and was thankful that my bedroom door was shut or Laura would've got a shock if she'd walked by.
I grabbed a pair of shorts from my drawer and pulled them on before heading out into the landing. As soon as I opened the bedroom door the sunlight streaming in from the skylight pierced my eyes and wracked my head. Squinting against the daylight I made my way downstairs and was glad to find the blinds still down in the living area as I headed into the kitchen and after washing down two Nurofen with a glass of water I made my way to the living room couch.
As I was lying there waiting for the drugs to kick in and ease my suffering I could hear movement from the floor above indicating that Laura was awake as well, although judging from the stumbling around I could hear, she must have been in a similar state to me. After a few minutes I could hear the distinct sound of her footsteps coming down the stairs. I didn't even look up from my prone position but I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and then the tap in the kitchen was running again and I figured that she couldn't have been up long either as she was also fixing herself a hangover remedy.
"Big night, huh?" was all I managed to get out and Laura's reply was equally as pained.
"If you say so. I don't remember anything after Tony and Sarah left."
"Yeah, I'm struggling to piece together what happened as well," I said. "Right now, I'm struggling just to open my eyes actually."
Laura grunted something in response and started to head out of the living area and back upstairs. As she left I decided that heading back to bed was probably a good idea and I slowly lifted myself into a seated position and turned my head towards the door. As I did so I caught sight of Laura heading up the stairs and was surprised to see that all she had on was an oversized jumper and I could see the curve of her arse swaying as she reached the last step.
I felt a twinge in my shorts and suddenly my imagination was running wild with thoughts of Laura in my room, of her in lacy underwear that matched the brilliance of her blue eyes, of her playing with my dick with her hands and mouth, and of me cumming all over her face while she just smiled back at me. My dick was stirring as I fought to forget the images; she was my flatmate and one of my best friends and yet I couldn't get rid of the dirty thoughts in my head. I figured I must have watched some porn when I got home the night before and now my brain was now muddling up those images with the snippets from her birthday drinks that I could remember. Still, I had to admit that I did like the small glimpse I just had of her firm cheeks as she departed for her room.
I shook my head and heaved myself up out of the couch and slowly plodded up the stairs and back to the sanctity of my bed, but when I got to the top of the stairs I heard a loud thud and turned towards Laura's room and noticed that her door was still ajar. I made my way to her room to make sure that she was ok and was relieved to see that she had just collapsed onto her bed and knocked a book and her now empty water bottle onto the floor.
As I stood in her doorway about to leave my eyes wandered from the items on the floor to her bed and up her legs to where he jumper had ridden up giving me a tantalising view of the fine curve of her arse as it stuck half way out from her limited clothing. Again my dick twitched and I could feel it slowly growing in my shorts while yet more thoughts filled my brain, this time of her warm mouth around my dick and another of my cum pooling between her tits. I snapped myself out of my trance and headed back to my room before my dick got so hard that I had to take care of it and made a mental note not to stop watching porn after a night out unless I was sure I wasn't going to pass out before wanking off.
I was asleep in minutes once I was in the comfort of my bed and when I woke again at around 6:00pm I was feeling refreshed and with a clear head, but in desperate need of a shower. I opened my curtains, turned on the radio and as I walked across the landing to the bathroom I realised that Laura must have left before I woke up as the house was silent except for the music emanating from my room and the sound of my own footsteps. Once I had showered I lay back on my bed looking out of the window at the changing colours of the sky as the sunset illuminated the wall above my desk until the last rays of light has disappeared and the room was once dark once again.
The clarity in my mind had returned but I still could not remember much from the night before, my thoughts replaced instead by the jumble of seemingly distant memories and the images of the porn that I had watched when I got back. I was just hoping that I didn't make a complete fool of myself in front of Amy as although I couldn't be sure what was real and what was a dream I could definitely remember the moment she walked into the bar and my balls began to tighten at the sight. I was certain that I would have had too much to drink and said or done something to embarrass her in an attempt to play it cool so I just prayed that the damage wasn't too bad and she wouldn't avoid me at the gym. Just the thought of her in those yoga pants and sports bra clinging to her tight, tanned body gleaming with sweat began to turn me on and it was all I could do to turn my attention back to filling in the blank spots from last night.
As I sat there mulling over the jigsaw in my mind I noticed the soft glow of my computer's power light now visible in the darkness of my room. I must have left it on last night and it had obviously gone into sleep mode because my screen was black. I got off my bed and went over to my desk picking up a few items of clothing off the floor; my trainers, jeans, shirt, boxers and a shirt that I didn't recognise and threw them all into the laundry basket before taking a seat at my desk and reaching for the mouse.
