This is part two of Taking His Dream Girl. I took the liberty of making a small change, I made David 68 instead of 56, otherwise I tried to stay true to the original as much as I could.
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His Dreamgirl's Drinking Problem
Kim woke up and wished she could instantly go back to sleep. She had a headache of titanic proportions, her mouth was dry as a dust and tasted horrible and, to top it all off, there was a horrible smell in her nostrils.
Painfully bright light pierced her eyelids, driving needles of agony into her throbbing skull. The curtains were closed but a hot spear of light had penetrated the edges and lanced straight onto her face.
Groaning faintly, she rolled over onto her belly, turned her head away from the painful light, drew a pillow over her head and tried to go back to sleep... but the welcome oblivion of sleep evaded her. The headache was too intense, her tummy gurgled and moaned, and she had to pee really, really bad.
She tossed and turned for a few minutes then attempted to roll out of bed but found she was tangled hopelessly in the sheets, as if she'd tossed and turned all night.
Finally untangling herself, she grabbed her cell phone and stumbled to her bathroom. Her parents had bought a big enough house that she had her own private bathroom. She usually kept it neat an orderly, but last night's dress, bra and most of the contents of her purse were scattered on the floor. Her panties were nowhere to be found.
Groggy and disoriented, her body aching strangely, she scrubbed her eyes as she walked, trying to rub the pain away. Her inner thighs felt chafed and raw. She sat down on the toilet, finally noticing she was complete naked, and found out where some of the foul smell was coming from when globs of smelly cum plopped out of her pussy before a powerful stream of pee hit the toilet water.
OH MY GOD!
Memories of the previous night flooded back in a torrent, making her aching head pulse with a deeper pain. She gasped and covered her face with her hands, overcome with shame and revulsion. Her disgusting neighbor David had blackmailed her into having sex with him!
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She'd been so stupid. Why did she have to drive? Why couldn't she have let someone drive her home, or taken an Uber or something?
Damnit! Why did it have to feel so good?
She knew she should've just fessed up and faced the music, but even though she'd sobered up some after hitting David's car with her Dad's Mercedes she'd still been pretty drunk. She'd been in no state of mind to make good decisions, and she HAD been driving drunk. She'd known that if David had called the cops there was a pretty good chance she would've gone to jail for DWI.
She patted herself dry, flushed and looked at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. She was an absolute mess. Tears and mascara had run down and dried on her face, leaving horrid black streaks on her cheeks. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy and her golden blonde hair was a tangled birds nest.
She wiped the makeup off and washed her face with cold water. She stoppered the sink, filled it with water, held her breath and dunked her face in. It soothed the horrid hangover headache a little, but then her head went back to pounding.
She chugged down two cool glasses of water, put on a long thick white robe, a pair of fluffy slippers and, just as she was about to peek out the window to take a look at what she'd done in the light of day, the doorbell rang.
Dread flooded through her. Was it the police? Were they here to arrest her?
She made her way to the front door, looked through the peephole and saw a male police officer standing on the porch, waiting patiently with notebook and pen in hand. She casually noticed he was tall, dark-haired, probably in his mid-twenties and good looking.
That might be a good thing, she thought, but still her dread intensified. Beyond him, she could see David standing on his driveway talking animatedly to another cop. He was wearing a stained threadbare robe. The same one he'd been wearing last night, or was it this morning, when he'd... and she'd...
She felt herself flush at the unwelcome memories, and was a little confused at the butterflies in her stomach and at the feel of her nipples tightening and rubbing pleasantly against her terrycloth robe.
What could the fat disgusting slob possibly be telling the cop, she wondered, confused at her body's reaction.
She shook the thoughts away and opened the door a crack.
"Can I help you officer," she said timidly, her eyes wide with fear and trepidation.
"Good morning, ma'am. I'm sorry to disturb you but I need to ask you a few questions," he said.
She opened the door and stepped out. The air was cool and dry. It was picture-perfect mid-autumn morning, about 10 a.m. or so, and red, gold and yellow leaves floated down from the huge oak tree in her yard to land and rustle in the grass.
As she stepped out, she could tell he liked what he saw. She saw his eyes trail down her slim form. She watched him snap out of it and bring his eyes back up to her face.
He cleared his throat and brought up his notepad and pen.
"Can you tell me what happened with the cars early this morning?" he asked sternly, looking intently into her face.
"I... I... I... can't really remember," she stuttered in a tiny voice. "I went to a school dance last night and me and my friends..."
She trailed off, not wanting to tell him she and her boyfriend had met up with their friends at a hotel room they'd booked for an after party... party... and somebody had brought booze. They'd all gotten drunk.
"Right, I get it," he said with a knowing grin, obviously enchanted by her youth and beauty.
Though she wore no makeup, she was till stunningly beautiful.
"I was your age once. You and your friends got a hold of some alcohol," he said.
