Tom awoke shortly after noon. His head was pounding. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light streaming in from the window, he recognized the familiar surroundings of his apartment. "How did I get back here?" he thought. The last thing he recalled was doing shots of tequila with the sexy redhead he had met at Club Vlad. "Ava," he sighed, a smile creeping onto his face as he remembered his new friend from last night. He sat up on the floor, his head spinning slightly. He slowly managed to get to his feet and walked to the bathroom. After relieving himself he turned and stood at the sink. As he washed his hands he bent down and splashed some water onto his face. He looked up into the mirror. Dark rings under his eyes, the tell tale sign of a long night spent drinking. Something else caught his eye, a bruise on his neck. He looked closer. "What the fuck?" he thought, "She gave me a hickey."
Shaking his head, Tom walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge he pulled out the orange juice container and took a few big swigs. Tom thought about how weak he felt. Even on his wildest nights in college, he never felt so beat the next day. "Must be getting old," he thought. Tom's cell phone rang. He answered. It was his friend Shawn who had been at the club with him last night.
"Dude!" Shawn's loud voice greeted him. "How was that redheaded chick? The way she was hanging on you all night, you must have gotten a little something."
"I wish I could remember," Tom said. "In fact, I don't remember much of anything."
"You don't remember? You're shitting me?" laughed Shawn. "Only you could forget a chick that hot. Listen, you wanna get some lunch?"
"Sure boy, where do you wanna go?"
"Let's got to Pablo's."
"Ok, I'll meet you there in a half hour," Tom said as he snapped his cell shut. He headed into the bathroom again and turned on the shower, letting it heat up as he stripped off his clothes. He scratched himself and rubbed his cock as he thought back to what he could remember from the previous night. He stepped into the shower.
Ava. She was so beautiful. Her long red hair had drawn his eye. When she turned and caught him looking, she smiled and waived him over. He wasn't going to go but Shawn pushed him in her direction. As he approached her he looked into her eyes. They were emerald green, shining brightly. Tom was mesmerized. He introduced himself and held out his hand. She laughed and pushed it away, giving him a hug. He could smell her hair, so fresh and clean. As they talked her soft voice was the only thing he could hear, even as the commotion of the busy club swirled around them. As she turned to talk to another girl, Tom stole a glance at her body. She was dressed in a tight black t-shirt. He could tell she was braless since her erect nipples were readily showing. He guessed she was a c-cup. The shirt was cropped short, revealing her flat stomach. The jeans she wore were tight as well, showing off her firm ass. Her pale skin was a striking contrast to her dark clothes. He guessed she was approaching 30, but, she sure didn't look it. They made small talk throughout the night. She even kissed him after he brought her a fresh drink one time. She winked at him after she pulled away and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the dance floor. They spent the next few hours dancing and drinking. As last call approached they found themselves doing the tequila shots.
As Tom's memories played out in his mind's eye, he became aware he was stroking his throbbing cock. He groaned loudly as he came suddenly, his large load spraying out in the shower. After recovering he quickly washed up and shut off the water. He dried off and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed his cell and the keys to his truck and ran out the door.
Shawn was waiting in the corner booth at Pablo's when Tom arrived. He was grinning from ear to ear as Tom approached. "Dude, you had to have gotten laid," Shawn said loudly. A nearby diner looked up, smirking at the comment. Tom shook his head and sat down.
"I can't remember," Tom said.
"You're fucking kidding?" Shawn exclaimed, laughing. "A hot chick picks you up, you leave the bar with her and you don't remember? No fucking way."
Tom shrugged, "I wish I could, I'm sure it was great, I just can't remember. Look what I woke up to." As Tom said that he turned his head showing Shawn the bruise on his neck.
"Damn bro, did she suck on you or try and take a chunk out of you?" he laughed. The waitress approached. She took their orders and left. Shawn and Tom stared appreciatively at her firm ass as she walked away. As they waited they talked about numerous topics. Their food arrived and again they took the time to check out their waitress, getting a good view of her chest as she bent over the table. They ate and stood to leave. Tom dropped a five on the table for the tip and they went to the register. They cashed out and went outside. Tom shielded his eyes in the bright sunlight.
"Shit, I forgot my keys on the table. I'll catch you later," he said to Shawn as he turned and went back in.
As he approached the table he saw their waitress there. She was bent over wiping down the surface. Her ass made Tom's cock jump in his shorts. She was very cute and Tom smiled as he waited for her to finish. As she stood and turned she was surprised by Tom standing behind her. She let out a little yelp in shock. "Sorry," Tom said. "I forgot my keys."
