I have a girlfriend again, he thought now, a little trepidatious about the thought, but mostly happy. And I will not treat her badly. I will NOT.
He rolled over, gently disentangling himself from Laura’s embrace, and put his feet on the floor. She groaned and grunted a few times and then slowly opened her own eyes.
“Bleah,” she said, sticking out her tongue. “I don’t feel so good.”
Jake chuckled and then leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “The price you have to pay for pouring them down,” he told her. “I don’t feel so great myself.”
“What time is it?” she moaned.
“Almost nine-thirty. We all agreed to get to the studio by eleven-thirty.”
“We did?” she asked. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
“You were pretty drunk at the time,” he said.
“Well ... yeah,” she said, “but I remember what we did when we got up here. It was quite unforgettable, actually.”
“It was all right,” Jake said, waving his hand back and forth in a see-saw motion.
She looked at him in alarm for a moment, saw his expression and then concluded he was joking. “You’re an asshole,” she told him, not unkindly.
“I have certainly been accused of that,” he assured her.
“I didn’t do anything ... you know ... embarrassing last night, did I?”
“Other than giving my dad a lap dance, not at all,” he said.
Another startled look. Another shake of the head when she saw he was kidding. “A hemorrhoidal asshole,” she told him.
He laughed and then picked up the pitcher of water he habitually kept at bedside just for such occasions. Next to it were two glasses and a bottle of Tylenol. He poured himself a healthy glassful and then used it to wash down two of the little white pills. “You want a hit of this?” he asked Laura.
“Yeah,” she said. “I think I better.”
He set her up and then handed the glass and the pills over.
“Thanks,” she said, taking them.
“I’m gonna hit the shower,” Jake told her. “Might as well get it over with.”
“Let me go pee first,” she said, rolling over and putting her own feet on the floor. They had not yet reached the stage in their relationship where they could comfortably pee or pass gas in front of each other.
“By all means,” he told her, waving to the door.
She disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. He heard her shuffling around a bit, the faint sound of urine hitting the water in the bowl, the sound of the toilet paper roll spinning, the flush of the toilet, and then the running of the sink. She came back out, still naked, and he took a moment to admire her.
“Ugg,” she groaned. “Don’t look at me. I must look absolutely terrible.”
“Actually, you’re quite beautiful,” he said. “I never get tired of looking at you naked.”
This earned him a warm smile and a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Go take your shower,” she told him. “I’ll be in right behind you.”
“You got it,” he said. “Just give me a few minutes to uh ... you know ... take care of a few things in there first.”
“By all means,” she said.
Jake closed and locked the bathroom door behind him and then quickly took care of the first two of the three S’s of the morning routine and then brushed his teeth. He then fired up the shower to take care of the third S. The warm spray and the metabolism of the Tylenol served to knock his headache back to a faint ache. He left the water running and then opened the door back up.
“Shower’s free,” he told Laura, who was back in the bed, a pillow over her face.
“Thanks,” her muffled voice responded.
He toweled himself off and then stepped back into the bedroom area just as Laura was heading into the bathroom. She reached out and gave his wilted penis a playful stroke as she went by. He returned the favor by giving her a little pat on her shapely rear end.
She did not bother closing the door behind her so Jake kept half an eye on her nakedness as he put on a fresh pair of underwear, a fresh pair of blue jeans, and one of his t-shirts. He was just tying his shoes when Laura shut off the water and stepped out. She quickly toweled herself dry and then wrapped her hair in a white towel.
“Better?” Jake asked her as she came back into the room
“Much,” she said. “There is one thing I could use though.”
“Oh?”
She gave him her saucy smile. “Would you be a dear, dear, and eat my pussy out for me?”
Jake raised his eyebrows. “Again?” he asked. “I just did that last night.”
“I like having my pussy eaten out,” she told him, stepping closer. “I like it a lot.” And this was true. She had never had that particular sexual act done to her until Jake had introduced it to her on their second night together. Since then, she had become quite the fan of it, particularly after one night when Jake had gone down and drawn four rapid fire orgasms from her with his skillful lips and tongue.
“I would have to brush my teeth again if I did that,” he said. “How about after we get home from the studio?”
“I don’t want to wait that long,” she said with a pout. “I really think an orgasm right now would help with this hangover.”
Jake laughed. “You’re suggesting that oral copulation to completion is medically therapeutic?” he asked.
“Shut up,” she told him, slapping at him. “Don’t use Nerdlyisms on me. I’ll tell you what. I’m not above bribery. Why don’t you stand up?”
“Why?”
“How about I make it so that both of us need to brush our teeth a second time?”
“Hmmm,” Jake said, already stiffening at the thought. “An interesting offer.”
She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at him pointedly. “Do we have a deal?”
“Deal,” he said, standing quickly and turning to face her.
She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. By the time she pushed the jeans and underwear down, he was already hard, this despite the two ejaculations he had only seven hours before. She smiled as she pondered his manhood and her hand reached out to touch it. She stroked it up and down a few times and then slowly sucked it between her lips and went to work.
“Oh yeah,” Jake groaned, his hand caressing her bare shoulder as she slurped and sucked on him. Despite her relative lack of sexual experience in her life, she was actually pretty good at fellatio. Her dentist had apparently been a fan of the act and, as she had told Jake on one of their after-sex intimate discussions, so she had learned the best way to finish him off quickly. Though she had never enjoyed performing the act on the good doctor, she professed that sucking his dick was different.
“How is it different?” he’d asked her. “A dick is a dick is a dick, right?”
“No,” she replied, indignant. “A dick is not a dick is not a dick. Are you trying to say that all pussies are alike?”
“Well ... no,” he had to admit. “There are a lot of pussies I wouldn’t go within ten feet of with Matt Tisdale’s mouth, but...”
“No buts,” she said. “First of all, your dick is bigger, but that’s not the primary reason.”
“What is the primary reason?”
“It’s your dick, you idiot,” she told him. “It’s attached to your body and I’m quite hot for your body.”
He had pondered that for a moment and then nodded. “I can get behind that,” he told her.
“I thought you might,” she replied. “And I have something else you can get behind, if you’re ready.”