Chapter 1
Michelle glanced around the room trying desperately to gather her thoughts. She couldn't remember going to bed and for a few seconds she had no idea where she was. Slowly it came back as she stared, somewhat disoriented across the hotel room. Michelle was attending a three day teacher's conference and her head pounded as she pulled herself up, leaning against the headboard of her bed. Westin Hotels might think it a heavenly bed but Michelle's whole body ached, particularly her head, which was throbbing.
She thought briefly about opening the curtain to let light into the room, but thought better of it with the dull throbbing behind her eyes. She wasn't normally a drinker and really couldn't remember much about the prior evening. After the banquet, she recalled going downstairs to the bar with some fellow teachers from back home. They had all had a few drinks and she remembered talking with some of the other women there but not much after that.
As she pulled herself out of bed, she saw that she was completely naked. But more startling to her was her pussy was shaved completely bare. While Michelle trimmed her bush, she didn't shave it. She stared at her smooth pussy and tried to recall what she had done.
Michelle was of Spanish descent and had long dark brown hair and a dark bush to match. Her skin, a light mocha color, showed no signs of the pubes that once adorned the top of her vagina.
Her pussy seemed sore. A feeling she sometimes felt after a long bout of lovemaking with her boyfriend Kyle. She and Kyle had dated for nine years and had recently begun discussing marriage. Michelle was a sixth grade teacher and working with the kids often made her think of when she too might begin her family.
Michelle stopped to glance into the mirror, her long hair slightly disheveled, as it teased her face. Almost thirty now, she worked hard at the gym to keep her body in shape. At 5'11 she was a bit taller than most of her girlfriends, but her 36D breasts filled out her frame nicely. Kyle though liked her shapely ass most of all. He loved it when she ground it back into his hard cock when they would spoon or make love doggie style.
As she moved slowly into the bathroom she spied the glasses on the table by the window. Three glasses filled at a variety of levels with an empty bottle of Merlot on the floor. There were traces of lipstick on one of the glasses, which really made her think, as she wasn't wearing any herself the previous evening.
She thought perhaps it might be her friend Denise. Denise, or "Neecey" as her friends often called her, had been with her the night before. But she couldn't recall Neecey wearing lipstick either. Well, at any rate, Denise could certainly fill in the blanks.
The hot water felt great as it ran down Michelle's curvaceous body. She held her head directly under the shower spout as it pulsated on the back of her neck and back. Her head felt better already as the water beat down, running down her lean young body. She took a handful of shampoo and rubbed it into her scalp. As her fingers traced her skin, rubbing the soap into her chest, under her arms, she ran her soft hands over her breasts. It was then she noticed the tenderness of her nipples.
She stopped again trying hard to recall what had happened the night before. Michelle was far from promiscuous. Kyle was only her third lover and she would never cheat on him. Yet, she knew that familiar feeling. The feeling she got after he sucked on her nipples for long periods of time.
She rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. She dressed and finished getting ready and then packed hurriedly to meet Denise in the lobby downstairs. That much she remembered. They had planned on meeting at eleven to drive back home. She picked up her clothing from the previous evening. Her heels in different locations around the room. Her dress in a pile by the table in the corner along with her bra. As she looked around, she didn't see her panties.
She looked under the bed, perhaps she had kicked them under by accident. She went through the dresser drawers and looked behind furniture. Damn! That was a favorite pair but they were nowhere to be found. She put the last garments in her bag and took one inspection look around the room.
Denise was already downstairs settling her bill. The valet pulled their car around and it was back home for the two as they headed out of town.
"Neecey, what time did we turn in last night?" Michelle inquired hoping her friend could provide the missing pieces from the evening.
"I have no idea what time you got in. I left you at the bar. You were really having a large time," she trailed off as she concentrated on the traffic which began merging into her lane.
"I must have. I don't recall much," Michelle sighed. "I don't normally do that. I'm not sure what got into me," she added.
"The tequila shooters...that's what got into you," Denise laughed.
"I don't really remember that," she shot back "You and I were doing tequila shooters?" Michelle inquired.
"No, I don't do tequila. That stuff rocks my world. I got sick on Jose' in school and haven't touched it since. You and Kim started that," she responded.
Michelle thought back. She vaguely remembered meeting two women, one about her age, perhaps a few years older, and one in her mid to late thirties. She didn't want to admit to Denise she couldn't remember anything about the evening but it was so blurry.
"So what time did you leave us?" Michelle asked hoping she would fill in some more blanks.
"I left about 11:30 and you three were still going strong. When you started talking about going out, I knew I couldn't hang," Denise added.
Michelle wondered to herself. Did they go out? Did she take somebody back to her room? Surely not, but that would explain why she felt so sore today. The lipstick on the glass...it must have been Kim's or the other woman's. But who were they? Everything was too hazy.
Michelle decided to drop the subject and catch a nap. She was feeling a little better but she still had a nagging headache even after taking a couple of Advil. She knew she ought to stay awake and keep Denise company for the short ride home but felt the quick five or ten minute catnap might do her good.
Denise taught fourth grade, and like Michelle, was single. She was three years younger and extremely pretty. She was in her first year at the school and the two had become instant friends. Denise had light blonde hair, dark brown eyes and stood only five foot four without heels.
They were quite a contrast physically with Mel's dark skin compared to Denise who was much lighter. While both were very take charge women in the classroom, they tended to be much more reserved around their peers.
Six weeks later, the memories of the conference had all but faded from Michelle's thoughts. School was letting out for a week long break and it couldn't come at a better time. She was exhausted and was just packing up the last of her papers. The kids were long gone from the class when her cell phone rang from a private number.
"Good afternoon sweets, how you doing?" asked the voice which seemed slightly familiar.
Sweets she thought to herself, who would call her that? Wrong number perhaps? "Fine, who is this?" Michelle responded trying to recognize the voice.
"Kim.... from Raleigh, remember? We met a few weeks ago at your conference," the voice on the other end answered back.
