The next day dawned bright and warm as the sun kissed everything it touched with its golden glow. However Shayna, usually an early riser, didn't watch the sunrise that day. Instead, she lay face down on her hotel bed where she stayed until well past noon.
When she finally awoke, she fell on the floor tangled in the bedding and barely stumbled into the bathroom in time to pee. After she relieved herself, she washed her hands and brushed her teeth to get the foul taste of stale alcohol out of her mouth. Praying the throbbing in her head would soon stop, Shayna carefully made her way back to the bed and gingerly rested her head on the pillow.
"Why did I drink so much," she mumbled to herself. Just as the question was coming out of her mouth images of the answer filtered through the fog in her brain. And that answer was a tall, dark Adonis who had the strangest effect on her. She moaned in despair when she thought of how brazenly she had given herself to him. And the things he did to her, oh man! Shayna was shocked to find she was becoming aroused at the memories.
Frowning, she burrowed under the covers as she remembered the rest of the night's events. After Jake left her at her table, she ordered a virgin daiquiri intending to stay sober and think clearly about what had just happened. But the waitress must have misunderstood her because the drink she brought to Shayna was loaded with alcohol. The icy fruitiness of the drink cooled her dry mouth and she drank most of it before the sting of the alcohol hit the back of her throat. She ate a few appetizers hoping to counter the alcohol but before long, Monica pressed another fruity drink in her hand. "What is this?" Shayna asked.
"Jolly Rancher," was Monica's answer before she turned her attention back to the young blond guy leaning over her shoulder.
Shayna's memory started to get fuzzy after the second drink. She could remember dancing by the booth to a couple of club mixes that she liked and at some point she and Lynn stumbled to the ladies room, laughing at who-knew-what the whole time.
The biggest blur was how she got back to the hotel. She vaguely remembered walking barefoot through the hotel lobby but that was it. As she tried to recall the details, her cell phone rang from somewhere nearby but she couldn't find it. The ringing stopped and started again a minute later. She finally found the phone in her clutch under the bed. The caller ID displayed a local number that she didn't recognize and she immediately got butterflies in her stomach.
'What if...nah,' she stopped her train of thought and decided to let the call go to voicemail.
Shayna got off the bed and went back into the bathroom hoping that a hot shower would help her feel better. She washed her face at the sink then grabbed her puff and shower gel from the travel bag. Once she set the water temperature to her liking, she stepped into the shower and soaped her body from head to toe.
An image of Jake licking her nipples jumped into her mind from nowhere and she paused as the remembered sensation washed over her. A tremor went through her and she tried to shake the image, but it wouldn't let go. The scene continued to play in her head as he licked his way down her body to her mound.
Shayna closed her eyes as she remembered his strong fingers gently parting her lower lips and his tongue exploring her pussy. She swayed under the spray and knew that the wetness between her legs wasn't just water. She touched herself there tentatively and was amazed at how slick she had become. Without thinking, Shayna propped her leg on the side of the tub for easier access and began rubbing her clit in slow tight circles. The new sensitivity she felt there was so overwhelming that she came in a matter of moments.
Shame washed over her unexpectedly and she stepped back a little to let the water wash away her juices. The realization hit her again that she had sex with a total stranger...in the back of a club at that. 'What came over me?' she thought. She'd held out because she wanted her first time to be special, to be with the man she loved. Never in a million years would she have predicted she'd fuck a stranger, in a nightclub, virgin or otherwise. And she hadn't even been drinking at that point in the evening. She was stone cold sober. Go figure.
A silent part of her subconscious stepped up, balking at the feelings of guilt and shame. She thought about it as she washed and conditioned her hair. From the moment she laid eyes on Jake there had been something pulling her to him. She'd been enthralled by his gorgeousness but it was more than that. Something about him called to her and she responded in the most unimaginable way. Never before had she felt so drawn to a man - that much was obvious. But there was something elemental about her attraction to him and she couldn't explain to herself why that was.
Now, in addition to feeling cheap and sluttish, she felt uneasy about her attraction to Jake.
Rinsing her hair, Shayna stood under the torrent of water and let it flow all over her body. 'If only it could be so easy to wash away what happened last night and start over,' she thought. Getting a grip on reality, she turned off the water and stepped out of the bathtub. Grabbing a towel, she quickly dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body. She wrapped another towel around her head and walked back into the room.
Instead of wasting time moping around her hotel room, she decided to call her cousin and make plans for the day. Starting with lunch and maybe some retail therapy. Her cell phone rang at that moment and Shayna picked it up from the bed. It was the same unknown number as before. When it stopped ringing, she checked her missed calls log and saw the number repeated several times since early that morning. Monica had also called her about an hour before she awoke.
Butterflies rose in her stomach again and she had no doubt at that point that Jake was the unfamiliar phone number. Shayna called her voicemail and found she had three new messages. The first message was from Jake saying he just wanted to wish her a good morning and that he couldn't wait to see her again. He asked her to call him and gave the same number that appeared on her caller ID. The silky sound of his deep voice gave her goose bumps.
The next message was from Monica telling her to call her as soon as she got her "hung-over ass" up. Shayna couldn't help smiling at that one. She could always count on her cousin to be crass where she was concerned.
Her smile froze then dropped altogether as the last message played. It was Jake again and he sounded quite irritated as he basically demanded she call him as soon as possible.
Anticipation and fear warred within her at his tone. Not sure what to do, she called Monica. "It's about time you got your ass out of bed. What's going on, you have company or something?" she asked.
Shayna was mortified at the suggestion. "No!" she shrieked indignantly. "Why would you ask me that?"
