She woke me sometime later. She looked tired and Pete was not in the room. She just said, "Let's get to bed," and we went and crashed in my bedroom.
I woke up feeling like shit. I laid there for a moment before I opened my eyes and when I did I saw Ally laying on the pillow next to mine. I imagined she wouldn't feel much better.
Ally usually cleans her face of all makeup before going to bed at night as part of her evening ritual right before brushing her teeth. Since neither of us had brushed our teeth last night, not only did my mouth taste awful, and dry, but she had her 'whore' makeup on as well. And looking more closely I could see what I thought might be dried cum on her neck and in her hair. Carefully flicking her hair aside and seeing more dried cum by her ear I was certain that the stiff hair was cum. Between that and her makeup being thick, her lipstick smeared, she looked like a twenty dollar whore who had had a good night. I like a nasty girl and it might have turned me on a bit if I wasn't feeling so bad.
I tried to slip out of bed without disturbing her. Normally a lighter sleeper than me, Ally would have already risen or definitely woken up when I moved. It showed how intoxicated she had been the night before by how hard she was sleeping now. Didn't move a muscle. I was able to escape to the bathroom without waking her.
I went to do my morning routine and then to the kitchen to drink some water. As I got to the kitchen I thought I'd seen movement in the living room but didn't stop to really check it out. As I was guzzling glass after glass down, Pete stepped into the kitchen, showed me a rolled joint with a lifted eyebrow. I nodded and I filled another glass as he retreated back into the living room.
In the living room I sat down next to Pete as he lit up the joint. I guess that's one of the things that makes us potheads. An alcoholic will go for a drink to stave off a hangover. We usually 'burned one' to just put us 'in the next room' to the hangover.
After a couple of hits Pete said, "I know it's not the same, but I sort of understand what you mean by saying your intellect and your physical self are two different things. After last night.." he paused here to take another toke and then continued, "after last night, and the way I feel this morning. I'm feeling so good and just plain happy on one hand...and feel like shit on the other. But damn, that was special man." He looked at me with hazy eyes and smiled.
I tried to smile back but don't think I did a very good job. I was still so conflicted on what had gone on. Between the hazy memories and the way I felt now it just wasn't a good time for me.
"Glad you enjoyed it man." I replied. "But I think Ally is the one you should be telling it was special. She did all the work." As soon as I said this I remembered her supporting herself by holding onto Pete's shoulders as he guided her up and down on his cock and sucked on her breasts.
I stood up intending to go get another glass of water and take one into Ally for when she awoke, but just standing quickly sent my head into a spin. I sat back down.
Pete looked over at me and grinned. "Yeah, I know. I fell over right after I got up this morning. I thought I'd wake you for sure. My head is still pounding." He offered me the bit of roach that was left.
I took it and we sat in silence while we finished it off. As soon as I had dropped it in the ashtray Pete asked if I wanted another but I told him no. It was rare that we ever finished one all at once as it was.
I again tried to rise for water only more slowly this time. I made it into the kitchen and after another glass of water I thought maybe I was starting to feel human again. I carried another glass down the hallway to take to Ally in our room.
As I turned toward the door it was flung open and Ally stood for a moment and looked at me. Now she looked even more like a whore that had been used and put away. Lipstick smeared. Hair hanging in strings. Thick makeup around her eyes running a bit. She was still nude and now I noticed a hickey on her breast that must have been from Pete because I know I didn't put it there. She stumbled past me even as I held out the glass of water to her. She slammed the bathroom door behind her and I heard the toilet seat being thrown up and then heard the sounds of Ally throwing up.
After the noise stopped, still standing outside the door I asked, "I've got a glass of water here, can I bring it in?"
I heard the door lock click as she said, in a voice I had never heard, "No! I don't want you to see me like this!" Then the toilet flushed.
As I stood there trying to figure out what I should do I heard the water running for a bit and then the slurps that indicated someone was drinking from the faucet. Immediately following was more retching into the toilet.
Figuring a woman's vanity might be involved here I retreated to the living room.
About a half hour later I was in the kitchen making oatmeal and toast when Ally showed herself for the first time. She had showered and cleaned up but still didn't look herself. Her eyes were all wrong.
She asked for water and I pointed to the place that was set at the table where she normally sat for meals. She plopped down and emptied the glass in one go. I filled and then brought over a pitcher full of water. As I sat it down I remarked, "I think all of us are going to finish this," and got a small smile in return.
"I guess we won't be doing that for a while." I remarked as I poured Ally another glass of water.
Ally sipped this one and after putting it back down looked up at me and said, "Hopefully we are NEVER going to do that again."
My thoughts were, 'What? Fuck us both like a hired whore? Or drink like a fish?' But I didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry honey. Things just got carried away. That's not the way I hoped they would turn out for our first times," Ally said as she looked at her hands still wrapped around her glass. She looked up at me and I'm sure there would have been tears in her eyes if she'd had any extra moisture in her body. Looking back to her hands she said, "I knew we'd probably eventually get to that point like we did last night, but I didn't think it would be that quick. And definitely not in that way. Too much booze. We don't need that when we are doing this together."
I gave her a little grin. "I'm glad we can agree on that. I don't know what happened for part of the night because I think I passed out at the end."
"You did. I was just operating on electrified nerves at the end. And they didn't seem to be electrifying my brain. I'm not sure I remember all of it either." Ally continued to look at her glass and hands and didn't look happy.
"We'll have to do some planning before we continue on with opening up our sexual relationship."
I wasn't sure what she was thinking about but it sounded good to me, which I told her.
For the rest of the day we all just hung out at the house and in the backyard catching some sun. I noticed when Ally went to lay out in the sun she had bought a new bathing suit. It was a bikini like her others but cut higher on the sides. The cups which held her breasts could be adjusted, which she showed me. "I thought it might be fun if we go to a beach away from here sometime. I can show as little or as much as you'd like. And actually I can down here too." She showed me how she could pull the bottoms up into herself in the back and almost make a thong while closing up the front to just cover her sparse pubic hair. I'll always remember that day because thongs were years away and just seeing that marvelous ass hanging out bare was something special. I even looked to see if Pete had looked out or came out and noticed. He hadn't.
Going back inside within the hour to get rid of some early morning water and get another glass of the life giving substance for Ally and me I noted that Pete was asleep in the living room on the sofa. He had a glass and the empty pitcher in front of him on the coffee table. All of us were dried out from too much alcohol the night before. It seems that all of us at some level didn't want to face what was happening without what is termed "dutch courage."
A quick thought went through my mind. Is that the reason films were still being banned from that part of the world in the US? I shook my head and then realized that was stupid- both shaking my head and thinking that films were made by a bunch of drunk people. Obviously I wasn't back to doing any rational thinking yet.
I returned to the backyard to find Ally asleep in the sun. I let her sleep for about a half hour and then woke her to go inside so we could both nap.
I awoke to Ally sleeping peacefully beside me. We had just slept under the sheet since we were warmed by the sun. The sheet had slid down her body just enough to have one of her breasts showing out the top. It looked so beautiful and inviting I leaned down and softly kissed where a bit of red burn was edging a bit of white and brown of her tan line. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Coming back to life huh?" she quipped.
"Well, I was thinking of maybe having some of my favorite, neapolitan, as a dessert. I just love this bit of strawberry tucked along the chocolate and vanilla everywhere you faced the sun a bit too long. It's like you radiate from your skin." I licked along the line and ended up sucking her nipple lightly in my mouth.
"You might be right, I'm radiating from my skin but it's all from the sun. I still don't have enough energy to radiate on my own." Ally sat up and pulled the pillow behind her. She let the sheet drop and now sat toppless with the sheet just covering her lap.
She looked beautiful. Messed hair, no makeup, but with tanlines and a bit of burn on her breasts and the curve of her waist showing and just the beginning of her hips disappearing beneath the covers. I took a mental snapshot that I still remember almost a half century later.
We talked for a while and then went in to see if Pete was awake. He was still in the living room only now with headphones on listening to music while the TV played with the sound turned off. As we came in he took off the headphones and looked at us expectantly.
