11.
Samantha woke up blearily, unsure of where she was, the sunlight streaming in through the window, still feeling drunk and also incredibly horny. She planted her feet on the bed and spread her long thighs wide before reaching down between her legs, gripping her massive sticky erection and jerking herself off.
She murmured in pleasure as she gave herself a few hard strokes before her eyes flew open.
Oh what the fuck..!
She still had a fucking cock! She leapt out of bed, standing before the floor length mirror as last night's events came flooding back to her. Samantha was shocked at her reflection, showing a disheveled blond in a slinky, short black nightie, whitish, dried cum stains brightly contrasting against the dark, velvety silk, her huge member jutting out in front of her.
Oh god... What the fuck did we do?!
And afterwards, she had passed out without even taking the pill to reverse things! Jesus!
She tore out of her bedroom to the bathroom, her cock ludicrously bobbing in front of herself all the while. She immediately grabbed the pack of T&C and popped out a tiny pastel pink pill, dry-swallowing it.
It was only after she felt that wave of slightly euphoric calmness settle over her, and her erection first softened, then wilted, then receded completely, that Samantha's heart began to finally pound inside of her chest a little less. She let out a deep breath before leaving the bathroom again, now heading into the living room.
She found Janet, laying on the couch fast asleep. She was immodestly sprawled out, still in her evening dress from the night before, the bottom half of which was mostly entangled around her waist, exposing her long, slim legs all the way up to just above her hips. Janet's sex was visible as well, and while Samantha felt a thrill of guilt at this invasion of privacy while her friend was vulnerable and unaware, nonetheless, she could not look away, transfixed to see it dribbling a veritable puddle of oozing semen.
She shuddered, knowing that the ejaculation was her own, the fuzzy recollection of having put it there in the first place replaying in her mind. Despite having taken the pink pill, she was taken aback as she felt a prurient stirring in her own loins.
This... this is so messed up...
She finally managed to tear her gaze away and, admonishing herself all the while, quickly bathed and changed and then quietly slipped out of the apartment before Janet awoke.
***
Samantha hadn't realized how early in the morning it was until after she'd gotten into her car, but she headed into the office nonetheless. Where else was she to go at that moment anyway?
She settled in front of her computer with a cup of coffee and some ibuprofen to help with her growing headache. Being awake for a hangover to set in was something Samantha considered tantamount to torture and it looked like she was in a for a rough day, but at least she had a few hours to cope with it on her own before the rest of the office began to file in.
The bigger issue was that as her hangover began to fade, her clarity sharpened, as did her recollection of the previous night. It was all completely insane. She couldn't believe that she and Janet had ended up doing... that.
How could they have..? If anything, it was she herself that had initiated everything. Why?
When they had first gotten together for the evening, things had been so strained. Samantha was more than happy to overindulge a little to take the edge off of things. The tension... it was all because of Janet's idea. Because of those pills. What they did to her body. She'd been hesitant, naturally, about taking them, but she hadn't anticipated the way they would mess with her head, making her think all kinds of crazy things.
And then somehow amongst all of these new illicit and atypical thoughts, Spring Break kept resurging as well, and as the night progressed and the drinks kept coming, gradually the two began to blend and interweave together into something really unexpectedly scandalous.
She'd waited, getting drunker and drunker all the while, barely listening, waiting for the conversation to steer back to Janet's idea, but it never had, and then in the end, intoxicated and with little remaining inhibition, she'd just blurted out that they should try it again.
Janet hadn't argued, which she'd been encouraged by. And then, when they'd gotten back to the apartment, she'd half-stumbled into the bathroom and taken that blue pill, unable to think of anything other than that last night of Spring Break, that alcohol-soaked, passion-filled last night...
She'd emerged from the bathroom after the pill had done its work, and she'd found Janet fast asleep, and at that moment Samantha had had every opportunity in the world to not go through with it and go to bed herself.... but instead she'd gone to her bedroom and changed into that scandalously short little black silk nightie and woken her roommate up.
