I woke up slowly, my head throbbing. The windows were wide open and the sun, damn thing, was shining right in my face. Whimpering, I covered my head with a pillow. I had the hangover from hell.
'Ugh, that's what you get when you drink yourself into oblivion,' my inner voice told me with disgust.
I could barely remember last night. I knew it started off well, because I hadn't been drinking then. I recalled Mischa helping me get ready, loaning me a very sexy dress, then sending me on my way. Brett was definitely appreciative of my appearance, but something held me back the entire night, so I drank to take my mind off of it.
I turned over to face the wall. I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. But even my dreams wouldn't let me forget how good it felt to have Mischa in between my legs.
It started off innocently; I truly didn't have an ulterior plan when asking Mischa to help shave me. She was the sister I never had, and I felt very close to her, enough to ask for her help with grooming. But damn! I was so turned on yesterday when she was shaving me it took all my willpower not to pull her closer or touch myself. And then, last night, I had the wildest dream where she went down on me! And I liked it!!
I could feel my face burning. I couldn't let her know how I felt. Hoping to avoid any awkward moments, I eased myself out of bed and hobbled into the bathroom. On the way, I snuck a glance at her bed. Empty. Good. Maybe I could pull myself together before she got back.
Keeping the light off, I began my morning ritual, and had myself half convinced I did not have the hots for my roommate when the door opened.
"Daph? You up?" Crap! Just hearing her voice made me wet. I need to work on my convictions.
"In the bathroom," I replied, wiping my face and reaching for my face cream.
"You decent?" I began to fumble with the little pot, and dropped it when the door opened. What the hell was wrong with me? As I straightened up, cream in hand, I glanced bleary-eyed at my roommate, who grinned at me. "Nope. Not decent."
I looked down. No, I most certainly wasn't decent. Apparently, I took off the dress last night and crawled right into bed without putting something else on. While I didn't mind nudity, to my horror, my nipples were nice and hard and saying hello to Mischa. Luckily, she saved me more embarrassment.
"You must have had a great time last night." Did I? I had no idea, everything was fuzzy.
"Yeah, I guess I did." Mischa came into the bathroom, and fussed with her hair. She was a gorgeous girl, regardless of what she put on, and today was no different. I took her in for the first time and noticed the workout gear.
"What, did you hit the gym at dawn?" I asked, smiling. She just laughed.
"Babe, it's after one. Tell you what, let's shower, then we'll go grab a burger at Island's. My treat." Island's was our hangover cure, and I loved her for suggesting it.
"Sounds fabulous. You wanna jump in first, or shall I?"
"It'll be faster if we go at the same time. I'm starved." With that, she turned towards the tub and began stripping her clothes off. Oh, crap, was I in trouble.
It's not like we hadn't showered together before, so that wasn't my issue. Like I said, I'm not shy about my body or anything, but after spending last night replaying our shaving session over and over in my head, then now being able to look at that naked body of hers, I wasn't entirely sure I wasn't going to cum in the shower.
I tried looking away as she undressed, but to no avail. In no time at all, she had her workout top off and her stunning breasts were right there in front of me. I wanted to lick them so bad that I didn't know what to do. I did turn away then. No way was I going to be able to shower with her, absolutely no way.
"C'mon, Daphne, I'm hungry," Mischa whined as she stepped into the shower. As I slowly followed her, I noticed she already had the water on, and was rinsing out her hair. As I got in and grabbed the shampoo, Mischa looked at me intently. "You feeling okay?"
"Oh, you know, just a little achy." A little achy? I was deluding myself. I was a LOT achy, and in one particular area. All the other hangover symptoms had mysteriously vanished.
"Poor baby. Here, let me." Moving quickly, she scooped the shampoo out of my hand and began to rub it through my hair. Omigod, heaven. What girl doesn't like having her hair played with, and the view I had was awesome. Mischa had moved in close to me, her breasts so close to mine; I was fixated. My body, already on alert when she came into the bathroom, immediately overheated. My nipples were so hard they were painful, and thank god the water was running over our bodies, because my pussy was so wet it must have been dripping down my inner thighs. At least it wouldn't be noticeable.
"Feel good?" Mischa whispered, and I nodded closing my eyes as she took the removable showerhead and rinsed my hair. "You know what the best cure for a hangover is, don't you?"