I woke up to the smell of pot and vomit and the ache of... Everything.
My breasts hurt. My ass hurt. My pussy felt like it had been beat with a stick. A moan escape me, and not a moan of pleasure. I hurt, bad. I felt like I had been in a fight, and not one I had won, either.
I looked around and noticed I was not at home. It took me a while to realize I was in Jason's room, on his bed. I didn't remember anything beyond a few drinks and starting to dance with my friend.
I also realized I was naked on the bed.
Looking over, I found the source of the smell of the pot. Sam was sitting on a chair off to the side, completely naked and smoking a join.
"Where the hell are my clothes," I croaked. Even my throat hurt.
He looked at me and grinned, taking in my naked body.
"Stop looking at me. Pervert." I tried my best glare, but it seemed to hurt as much as the rest of me.
"Now where are my clothes, and what happened?" I started to get a bit scared, wondering if Sam had slipped something in my drink and raped me.
My skin pulled at me as I sat up, pulling the blanket on the bed around me. It was stiff and sticky, and I hurriedly threw it back off. I noticed Janice asleep next to me and TJ out on the floor, and thought that at least nothing could have happened to me with TJ here. Well, unless he happened to me. It felt like that.
I hobbled awkwardly to Jason's closet, almost slapping Sam as he stared at my ass.
"Get your eyes back on that joint," I growled. "Or on your girlfriend, before I tell TJ you keep staring at me..."
I found some shorts and a shirt and pulled them on, wincing as I moved my arm up.
"What the hell happened last night?" I could see in his eyes he knew. I grabbed the joint out of his hand and took a big drag, then doubled over coughing.
"Party foul," Sam growled at me. Normally Sam was just one of TJ's friends, but right this second, I didn't like him. He made me feel uncomfortable.
I took another drag of the joint then handed it back. "Where are my clothes?" I asked again.
Before he even had the chance to answer, I started noticing them. Well, bits and pieces of them. The skirt was ripped in half, the top too. In fact, the top was in several pieces.
I felt my ribs and my arms, my upper thighs close to my pussy, and had the suspicion that they were ripped off me. I sighed as I saw my shoes, and almost wanted to cry. Even they were damaged. The eyehole ripped out of one.
My parents were going to kill me.
"Fuck," I muttered.
"Too late," Sam piped up, grinning. I did hit him. In the shoulder, but hard.
"Fuck off. Now what happened." I sat down at the desk, looking at a naked Sam, a naked TJ, a naked Janice. I found the vomit smell source too. It seemed like Janice had puked over the side of the bed.
"You and TJ were up here fucking each other's brains out. Me and Janice came up and started doing the same." He left it at that. Sadly, when TJ woke up, he didn't remember anything either. I didn't even bother to ask Janice. Not that I hated her, but this was awkward, and I wasn't going to discuss sex with her, regardless of us having sex in the same room apparently.
I sat at the desk, head laid down, teeth chattering. I could feel the dried cum on my face and legs. I could taste it in my mouth. Even in my hair. I tried hard to remember what had happened but it eluded me.
Sam got up and walked over to me, his penis half hard and at eye level. Not wanting to move I was stuck watching it bounce with each step.
He put a pill on the desk in front of me as I helplessly watched his penis bob.
"Take this," he said. He walked back over to the chair, forcing me to watch his ass. He had a nice ass, but I didn't want to see it. I lifted my head and stared at the pill.
"What is it?" I eyed it skeptically. I did remember him handing me the purple pill with the smiley face before everything else went blank. "And what was that you gave us last night?"
"This is for the pain," he said, pointing at the white pill. "It is just morphine."
He paused, then continued. "I gave you ecstasy last night. You seemed to have enjoyed it."
"Well, I don't remember anything."
"Next time," he chided, like he was talking to a child, "don't drink before taking it." I grabbed a book off the desk and threw it at him.
"Fuck you." He caught it, and dropped it on the floor next to him. I wished he was not such a good catch. I wanted it to hit him in that stupid, smirking face.
I grabbed the pill, and swallowed it. It was bitter, and horrid. It got stuck in my raw throat, so I went off in search of a bathroom.
Out in the hall, more people were passed out. "God, what a mess," I mumbled under my breath. I found his bathroom and took a quick drink from the faucet. Locking the door, I took off Jason's shirt and shorts, went pee, and took a quick shower. While I showered, some asshole started banging on the door. I ignored him.
Not wanting to put back on the clothes I took with me, I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom. Then, to add insult to injury, Mr. Asshole closed the door on the towel as I was walking away, causing it to be ripped off me. One of the guys in the hall stared, his mouth falling open, and I rushed back to Jason's bedroom, feeling myself blush. Eww, I thought to myself, that loser saw me naked!
I went back to Jason's closet and got a new pair of shorts and shirt. By then TJ was already awake, but still out of it. Sam handed me a few more pills, and with a glare from TJ, left the room. His clothes were still fine!
TJ got cleaned up, borrowed more of Jason's clothes, and we left. On our way out he kicked the loser in the hall. "Keep your eyes off my girlfriend," he growled, and we left.
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