Lauren To Lozza Pt 04

I woke up to a pounding headache and the horrible noise of my phone alarm. The room was spinning slightly, and I struggled to remember how I had ended up in my own bed. I reached out for my phone, squinting at the screen. The good news is that in my drunken daze, I set my alarm too early, so at least I didn't have to get up right now, I don't think I'd manage. Thank God I had late classes today, if I were in early, I think I'd throw up just at the very thought of it, I was going to go back asleep instantly, but I saw I had messages. My heart sunk as I opened "Becky's Badass Bitches" the was a picture of me, put in by Aimes, it was of me and Harry in a deep kiss, our tongues connecting, he was even fondling my breast through my shirt, the worst thing is one of my first thoughts was "thank god I had my clothes on."

What was I thinking last night, I was far too good for Harry, know your worth Lauren, for god's sake, it was only when I went off the image, back to the chat that I noticed the message Aimes wrote with the picture "the McLovers," I literally gagged at that, Becky had been the first to reply, writing "go on Lozza, you might be losing that v-card pretty soon," it was then that I immediately knew what I needed, Becky's milkshakes, they really was a hangover cure, I didn't like asking Becky for help but I instantly sent her a message in the chat and just hoped she was already up.

My phone quickly rang. "Hey girl, sounds like you had a fab night, I'll be outside in 2 minutes, let me in," Becky's voice was annoyingly loud, so early in the morning, and not what I wanted in my current state, but I need the hangover cure.

"Ugh, ok I'll be down now," I groaned, my voice hoarse.

"Great babes, I'll come now and text when I'm outside," Becky said, her tone still too cheerful. I dropped my phone on my pillow and tried to piece together the fragments of last night, the memory gap was alarming, but the more I thought about it, I'm actually glad I can't remember everything, I wish I could forget the blowjob, which was still very much a vivid image in my head. I looked through some of the other messages in the chat, Aimes had given a recap of the game and about me and Harry in the bathroom, (damn it, now Becky knew about the blowjob) the wasn't much details about after, just some drunk messages from Jess, which I couldn't put together, and a message from Dani reminding me that my induction and first shift were tonight, I think I remember something about that, I had other messages on my phone that I couldn't remember, some not important that I'd just read, but I'd been texting my mum, here is the messages:

Me:hi mum, I'm going to stay in Jess's for awhile, so no need to stay up xx

Mum: that's great love, I'm so happy you have made friends, I was worried you would struggle to adjust to the new area and without money xx

Me: great news mum, I've got a job working with my new friend Dani at McDonald's

Mum: that's fantastic, I'm sure your dad will be pleased, your dad will be happy you are settling in, he's been struggling but now your adjusted so well, I'm sure he'll be next xx

Me: xx

I now vaguely remember getting help from Dani?, maybe it was Jess with sending the messages, something about struggling to type, but together in our drunken states, we managed it, not that mum would mind I'd been drinking, just needed it all to make sense, thankfully nothing embarrassing was sent either. Becky then messaged, saying she was outside, I forced myself to sit up. My head was still spinning as I stumbled out of bed, I noticed the McDonald's uniform lay on the floor, still wrapped up, I was still in yesterday's college clothes, minus one sock. I shuffled downstairs to the door and opened it to find Becky standing there, looking far too awake, she wasn't yet dressed for college though, she had on a black vest top with "batgirl" written on it, damn Ben will love that, she had on pair of black pajama pants with white spots on them and dirty battered trainers on her feet.

"Morning, babes," Becky said with a big smile, pushing past me into the house, she looked me up and down and said, "You look dog rough."

"Gee, thanks," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "I feel even worse."

Becky laughed and said "I doubt it, you look like you've slept in a bin."

It was certainly a blow to my ego, I was used to people telling me how stunning I was, now Becky was knocking my confidence down several notches, Becky gave me the milkshake she was holding and said "this will SPUNK you right up, get it down you, it's one of my creamy ones."  I quickly gulped down the milkshake. The cold, creamy drink was exactly what I needed. I finished it in almost record time.

"Thanks," I muttered, though my gratitude was tinged with irritation. Becky was in my house, and I'd wish she would just go back and I'd have a quick lay down.

"No worries, babes," she chirped. "Sooo, did you have fun last night? Looked like it from the picture, hope Jess's tips paid off, you know when you..." She then with her right hand by her cheek and using her tongue to push against the inside of her cheek mimicked a blowjob.

I groaned, "I'd rather not talk about it."

Becky laughed, "Oh, come on Lozza. A little fun never hurt anyone. Except maybe your head this morning."

"It was a mistake," I said, rolling my eyes. "Seriously, I can't remember half of what happened."

"Oh, come on," she teased, "it wasn't that bad. But you know what is bad? How you smell right now." She wrinkled her nose dramatically. "I think a shower is in order, you smell like stale beer."

"Yeah, I'll get to that," I said, seeing my chance to get rid of Becky, I added "in fact I'll catch you in a bit, I'll shower now."

"No way babes, if I leave you now, you'll jump back into bed, you need a shower NOW."

Becky grabbed me by my arm.  "Becky, what the hell?" I protested, trying to shake her off.

"You'll be fine once that milkshake settles in but you need a wake-up call," she said, dragging me upstairs towards the bathroom. "And there's no better way than a freezing cold shower."

"What? No, a hot one will be fine, you're insane!" I shrieked as she pulled me into the bathroom. I tried keeping my voice low to not wake my family.

"And you stink," she shot back, she messed with the settings on the crappy shower, it was nothing compared to my old shower in my old home, Becky turned on the shower full blast. Before I could protest any further, she started pulling at my shirt, Becky made extremely quick work of removing my clothes, I couldn't even tell you how she managed to do it with such ease, maybe my hungover state struggled to fight against her power, she unbuttoned my shirt in record time, before sliding it off my shoulders with ease. She unclasped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor pooling around my ankles.  Becky expertly unhooked my bra, revealing my breasts to the cool air of the room. I shiver slightly at the sudden exposure, but Becky doesn't pause, quickly sliding the bra off my arms and tossing it aside. I attempt to keep my clothes on, whilst keeping the noise down but I've only been successful with the latter, a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks at my predicament. Finally, as I grip hold of my underwear determined I'm not going to give them up so easily.

Becky smiles at me with a mischievous grin and says "right knickers off girl, pass them here or do you want a nipple twister from hell until you beg to be naked," I was mortified, she wouldn't, would she?, I didn't want to find out, I instantly pulled my underwear down and off, passing them to Becky, I'm now naked and vulnerable, left with only one sock on my left foot.

Becky smirked at me again as she takes in my exposed body, "great, that was easy, you should just do as I say always, it's easier and I'm always right, now in the shower", before I could protest, or remove my sock, Becky shoved me in and the sudden shock of the cold water hit me like a train, and I just about managed to hold in a scream.

Becky stood outside the shower, arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her face. "You'll thank me later." Shivering, I tried to scramble out, but Becky blocked my way. "Oh no, you're staying there until you're fully awake."

"Becky, I'm gonna freeze" I muttered, teeth chattering.

"Don't be a drama queen," she replied cheerfully. "Now, soap up, babes, and stop covering, I've seen you naked before; it's no big deal." Grumbling, I grabbed the soap and began to lather up, the shock of the cold water has gone but I was still freezing,I felt goosebumps all over.

Becky kept watch, making sure I didn't escape prematurely, until she wasn't, "I'll go get you a clean uniform; don't move, I'll only be a second," she said casually, just like that she was gone and she didn't even close the door!, any of my family could wake up and come in, ok they would hear the shower, but I always locked the door, I turned my back to door and just hoped Becky would be quick, not long later i heard footsteps and thankfully it was Becky again and she didn't have my clothes.

Big smile on her face she then said "oh fuck sake babes, I've literally only just seen you still got a sock on, it's soaked, get your little arse out of there, you been in there for long enough now."

Dripping and shivering, I glared at her as she wrapped me in one of the small guest towels, rather than my usual big, soft ones. "Feel better?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

"Not even a little bit, where's my clothes," I grumbled, even though I actually did feel abit better, I think it was more the milkshake than shower as I was literally shaking from the cold water.

"Don't lie, you may look like a wet dog, but least you don't smell like one now" she said with a grin. "Now, your clothes are laid out on the bed, let's get you ready, what did I miss out on last night anyway, you and Harry hey."

We walked into my bedroom, I discarded my wet sock into my hamper, I usually wore my shower shoes but not this time, Becky continued, "Harry's not that bad, you know. Could do worse for your first."

"Can we not discuss this, I just want to finish getting ready?" I snapped.

"Sure, sure," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "But we will discuss it. Later."

As I busied myself drying my damp hair with a towel, Becky chatted away, this time I had more time to dry it, unlike yesterday, where I rushed out, I knew it was pointless trying to get Becky out, and she wouldn't stop talking, so I hardly had a chance as she peppered me with questions, her questions ranged from trivial matters to intrusive probing, ensuring that neither silence nor personal space mattered in my bedroom.

"Oi Lozza, seriously, have you ever considered going blonde?" she asked, scrutinising my reflection in the mirror as I ran the towel through my brunette tresses. I didn't like to use hair dryers.

"Blonde?" I repeated it incredulously. "No, I haven't. I prefer my natural colour, thank you very much." Ignoring my obvious lack of enthusiasm, Becky launched into a monologue about the merits of the blonde look, it's like she was selling hair products. I was actually looking forward to being ready and going down for breakfast, even though I didn't want my family around Becky, my mum was too nice to everyone, so she would give Becky a chance, I also wanted her away from Benny, no sorry Ben, Becky's even got me accidentally calling him it now, least with them around, it wouldn't compel me to suffer through Becky's relentless chatter.

Becky continued chatting on, and then I was truly shocked by what she said next, "I just think it's said men always seem to prefer blondes and when you are punching above your weight, you got to try do something a bit out there to keep them interested," she said it so innocently and matter of fact, was she insane.

I looked at her in shock and said "me?, punching above my weight, I'm certainly not."

Becky raised her eyebrows and leaned in closer to me, adopting a playful tone. "Alright babes, don't be offended, let's examine the evidence. Let's consider the facts, I'll prove it to you." She crossed her arms and tilted her head, questioning, "Who has the better job, Lozza?

I stammered, "Well, he's only a manager of McDonald's and,"

Before I could finish my sentence, Becky butted in, "and your boss, correct?" Well, I tried to say it was only temporary, and I was at college, but Becky was having none of it and interrupted again, "look, you know I'm right about this, but we'll move on," Becky then continued, "Who lives independently in their own flat, huh? Harry, whereas you still live with mum and dad, and that's fine, but weighing up who's a better catch, you'll always say a person who has their own place right?"

I couldn't really argue with this point, but so what if I still lived at home and Harry's place was probably some dump. I did try and say something to fight my corner, but Becky was having none of it again, raising a finger, Becky carries on, "Wait, there's more. I know for a fact that Harry has bedded multiple women, while you... well, you've not managed to even have sex once."

I wasn't having that, I was a virgin through choice, Jonathan wanted to make love so many times, but I denied him, I went on explaining this, but Becky shook her head and said "look maybe where you used to live, being a virgin was fine, but round here, sorry to break this to you, but virgin equals loser, don't worry I'm sure you'll manage to get rid of that tag in no time, especially with my help."

I was open-mouthed at times, I didn't even know what to say to pushback. Becky pushed on, "Harry has his driving license you know, and you, well it's buses everywhere from now on, right?

This part was true and hurt, I'd been looking forward to getting my own car, even though I didn't actually need one, but with the financial problems, driving lessons and actually buying a car was now well away from my current situation.

With a sly grin, Becky concluded, "Objectively speaking, babes, it seems pretty obvious that Harry is the catch and you are lucky he's showing an interest, but hey, that's great really, why should you care, you hooked yourself someone out of your league, Just embrace it--you've got yourself a catch."

Safe to say my confidence took a knock or two, just when I thought she was finished, she pushed on "look at me, I once had a posh techy guy, way out of my league, but if I said jump, he would come running, it was casual no strings sex, and he was fantastic in bed, and I got it from him whenever I wanted, we would just send a randy little sext to each other whenever we wanted to bump uglies, and I'd be round to his for some fun, he moved away though, but oh well."

I shouldn't be surprised but I was just stunned at what Becky was saying and how she was saying it, but Becky seemed oblivious to my surprise, she continued, "maybe that's the route you should start with Harry, keep it casual, a sext here and there, friends with benefits arrangement, then you can play the field, life isn't a fairytale, so the first person you fuck doesn't have to be the person you spend forever with, infact it's better he isn't, best is to have a good few dicks, and you have new experiences, live and learn a little, trust me Lozza, just let your hair down and go wild, last night was fun weren't it, have some fun with Harry, keep your options open at same time, I mean you just moved here aswell, you've got college and your job aswell, so casual works all round it's win-win."

I stared at her in bewilderment, I didn't know where to start but I had to respond "how about I just stay single."

Becky was very dismissive of that and said, "look, last night you literally gave him a..." she then performed a blowjob gesture like she did earlier.

I was mortified before she then continued, "so you obviously like him, and for all the reasons I listed, a casual, easy-going relationship is the better route, more than a boyfriend-girlfriend."

I had to but in and stop Becky, a casual relationship sounded so slutty, "but a causal relationship is just so erm... it's..." as I was speaking Becky had a slight angry look on her face, feeling vulnerable in the towel, I just couldn't finish my sentence and label a casual friends with benefits relationship as slutty because Becky had just said she been in one, so instead I ended my sentence with the word "practical."

Which made Becky beam into a smile and say "it's even better than practical, let's make a start, you are gonna send him a nice sexy morning picture, I say you have two choices of the way to go, 1. A more daring picture, no towel with a tame message or 2. Towel on but a graphic message, what do you say?"

I gulped before saying "no I can't send pictures like that."

Becky just laughed before replying "oh girl everyone our age is at it now, those that deny it are just losers or liars, so what do you pick, one or two," well I guess out of these two options, the was no way I wanted to send a naked picture of myself, I don't care that he's already seen me naked, but I picture anything could happen, so I chose two and at least I could then control what I sent, so Becky passed me my phone and I clicked on WhatsApp and went to Harry's name, clicking the camera I then struck a pose, a slight smile on my face as I tilted my head to the left, letting my slightly damp hair fall to the side, my towel covered everything but my bare shoulders as I snapped a picture of the upper half of my body, once I done it, Becky said "give", and held out her hand.

I did not want to give her this control, but she explained, "I said it had to be graphic, and babes, I've got experience in this, I guess you haven't with your ex, correct?"

I gulped and nodded before handing her the phone, Becky typed away before hitting send and passing me it, my eyes widened in horror at the message, it reads "hi boss, looking forward to my first shift tonight, just had a steamy HOT and WET shower thinking about last night, off topic but do you think I'd look better blonde?"

I went to instantly press delete, but then I saw the message ticks change to blue, he already read it!, I looked at Becky, turned the phone towards her, but before I could get any words out, she spoke, "don't look so surprised babes, if it was me, I'd be going much more out there, trust me, but this gets the message across well, he'll love it, watch, just then as my phone was still turned towards Becky, it pinged, Becky pulled a shocked face before smiling and saying "see."

I looked at the phone, and on my screen was an image of the red and black boxers, Harry's penis was hard, creating a tent in them, as he gripped it, almost pointing it towards the camera, underneath, he wrote a message "thinking about last right right now, (with the devil emoji), blonde, girl you would look even more stunnin," Becky huddled close to me as I read the message, I should have felt more vulnerable, just wearing a towel around her, but the truth is, I was getting used to it, and it was this path that Becky wanted to push me on with Harry which was my main concern.

Becky moved even closer to me, right by my ear, and whispered, "see Harry would love you to be blonde, do it, be bold, be blonde."

I felt weak trying to argue against her, I had to stand up for myself, I couldn't let this low class girl push me around, so I said firmly, "I decide my hair colour, not Harry."

I thought that would get her to stop pushing, but she soldiered on, she slowly stroked her finger through and down my hair, down my neck to my bare upper back, giving me goosebumps, she then said "how about another little bet, I'll drop it, if you win, but if I win, you go blonde, I know how to do it, so I'll sort it all out for you, I'll stay for breakfast and ask Benny, if he says to do it, then you're in, deal?"