She woke up on a couch. At least she thought it was a couch.
Where am I?
The room didn't look familiar. It was certainly not home. There was hardly enough light to make out many details. Just some half-sun poking through the side of the shades.
Shit. What time is it? What day is it? Do I need to be somewhere?
She sat up in a fit.
The room spun slowly as she turned her head. There was no doubt that she was still at least somewhat drunk. Maybe high too, her head hurt but not nearly as much as it should.
It's okay, I'm not working today. I worked yesterday. Where am I though?
Looking around gave some clues. A house party, somewhere unfamiliar, not some friend's. After several drinks she'd met some people and they'd invited her along. She would figure out where later. Her dress was on the couch next to her.
Looking down, her panties were off. Her bra straps were down to her elbows and her breasts were exposed. She was naked except for her half-on bra that didn't cover anything anyway.
Well I guess I had a good time. Fuck, did someone else have a good time with me?
Not that it would've been bad if she'd had sex. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, not even the first time drunk with a stranger that she didn't remember it in the morning. Not even the first time she'd cheated on her boyfriend. This week.
Am I at his place? Did I go home with him?
It wasn't a bed and there was no one next to her. But there were a few people passed out on the floor in the next room over.
I need to leave. I need to go home. I can figure this out later.
She pulled up her bra straps and adjusted herself a little.
This bra is tight.
It took a little more adjustment, then she snatched her dress. It didn't go on easily but it wasn't hard. Not tight but definitely form fitting, not short but definitely not long.
This is an awesome dress. It fits really well. And it seems like it got me some attention.
Her legs were a little wobbly and as she moved she realized she was a little sore and very squishy.
I definitely got fucked last night. It looks like I showed someone a good time.
She realized there was a taste in her mouth, familiar but not all that usual.
I definitely showed someone a good time, he went twice. Where are my panties?
Those weren't anywhere to be found, not just by looking around.
I'm not going to open the shades or turn on a light. Leave quickly and quietly. Don't wake anyone up. If you're the girl who got fucked on a couch at a party, probably better you leave before anyone notices.
It was coming back a little now.
Where's my purse?
That, luckily, was in plain sight. There was a used condom and its wrapper next to it on the couch. Regular, lubricated. It wasn't empty and some of the contents were leaking onto the couch.
I'm not moving that. If you throw this kind of a party, you're gonna have to deal with that there. It's a little reminder to someone that a good time was had last night.
The first steps were shaky.
Shoes. Ah. They're still on. Heh. I got fucked in my heels. Someone got a good show.
It took a moment to find the door. There was a bathroom on the way and she ducked in, closing the door before turning on the light. She looked in the mirror.
Damn I look good. I still look good.
Messy hair.
She combed her fingers through it, catching once or twice.
Knots? No, that's cum. In my hair. Dried on my face.
She blotted and brushed briefly as she checked her makeup, then looked in her purse.
