The morning of January 1 may have dawned bright and crisp. I have no idea. I had glanced at the bedside clock just as we, Lou and I, crawled into bed and I blearily seemed to recall that it was somewhere between 2 and 2:30 AM when our heads hit the pillow.
That it was the next day and the night before was not a dream on my part was proven by the fact that when I woke up, Lou was still there beside me, breathing the regular pattern of one still deep in slumber. She was snuggled up deep into me, with me spooning her back. My right hand was beneath me somewhere, while my left was around her, cupping her breast protectively, claiming it. My cock, sporting the normal morning wood, was lodged between the cheeks of her ass, but my bladder was demanding relief.
I didn't want to move and tried to ignore the state of my body. Bodily functions, however, always win out. I very gently and gingerly extricated myself from around her. I pulled the cover up over and watched her snuggle deeper into them. I sighed and turned away from her to the bathroom. My head was pounding from the previous night's alcohol consumption. If I felt like this, how was Lou going to feel? After all, she'd had quite a lot more than I. She was also considerably smaller than I, so I supposed that it would affect her more. In the bathroom, I found my travel bag and dug around in it until I found the bottle with the caffeine-laced aspirin in it. I downed a couple and looked at myself: I looked like crap!
I decided that a shower was in order and proceeded to do just that. Between the two, the shower and the aspirin, I felt almost human when I finished. I didn't want to rummage around getting something to wear, so I put on the complimentary robe and headed to the common area of the suite. The robe was very large and comfortable, complete with hood. When I walked into the living room, my stomach gurgled. I glanced at the clock: it stated, quite clearly, that it was well after 9 AM, and that my stomach had a right to demand some food.
Luckily, my stomach wasn't at all queasy, just hungry. I called room service and asked a couple of large OJ's, a bowl of fruit, a bowl of hot oatmeal and some toast. I figured I could eat the oatmeal and toast and that the fruit would keep for Lou. I had considered eggs and bacon, but I knew Lou, while not a vegan, did try to eat healthy. It wouldn't hurt me, either, for one morning.
The hotel, as part of the party package, had included a late checkout. Sitting there, on the very comfortable settee and in that very comfortable robe, I decided that I didn't want to leave right away. I called down to the desk and asked if the room was available for another night and was assured that it was. I didn't ask the rate; I figured I deserved at least one splurge as a reward for the past year.
I turned on the TV and turned the volume way down. I was just getting settled in when room service came to the door. The bell-hop handed me the tray and discreetly held out his hand in the age-old gesture that told me I needed to get him a gratuity. Just as I was turning to find my wallet, I saw his eyes go very wide, and his Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed hard.
I followed his gaze, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? There was Lou, in all her glory, yawning and stretching. I cleared my throat and then it was Lou's turn to be surprised. Her eyes went wide and she squealed. She turned and ran into the opposite bedroom where her clothes and other things were. I went to my bathroom, laughing. I retrieved my wallet, and started to go to the living room when I had a thought and detoured to the bathroom and got the aspirin. I then went back to the living room where the bell-hop was still standing where I left him, stunned. I gave him a generous tip and assumed he would be discreet about what he had seen, or at least, I hoped he would be.
Still smiling, I walked to Lou's side of the suite and the bedroom there. Lou was not there, but the closed door on the bathroom told me where she was. I knocked on the door and was rewarded with a very grumpy "What? What do you want? Oh, my aching head!"
I addressed the closed door: "I'm sorry about that. I didn't think you'd be up anytime soon." There was an inarticulate groan from the other side of the door. "I brought you some aspirin." I said. She opened the door enough to stick her hand and arm through and I deposited the aspirin into her open hand. I thought discretion to be the better part of valor at this point, and I retreated to the living room. As I was leaving, I heard the toilet flush. I retrieved one of the glasses of orange juice and went the bathroom and knocked again on the door.
The door opened violently, and there stood Lou, again without any clothing. I silently handed her the glass. She eyed it suspiciously, and then accepted it. She made a face as she tasted it, and then downed it in a gulp. "Thanks," she grumbled and turned back into the bathroom. I watched her as she regulated the water. She looked over her shoulder. "Wanna join me?" she said, with a little grin.
I shook my head. "Already had mine," I said. "Besides," I continued, "my oatmeal is getting cold." She made a face, stuck out her tongue, then stepped into the shower. I gave a short laugh and went back to the living room and my dry toast and oatmeal. The OJ tasted really good and I almost chugged it the way Lou had. By the time I had finished my breakfast, Lou appeared in the doorway in another of the luxurious robes, drying her hair.
"Did you get me anything?" she asked.
I held up the bowl of fruit and she squealed again and joined me on the settee. She took the bowl from my hands and started to daintily feed herself. Between bites, she said, "I don't smell bacon. Where's the bacon?" She looked at me accusingly. "You didn't order bacon, did you?"
"No, I didn't," I said. "I didn't think you would like the smell all that much, especially with the hangover you'd have. You're also a vegetarian, and I didn't think you'd appreciate it.
"I thought that's what you might say," she rejoined. She set the bowl down, grabbed me by the lapels of the robe and turned me to face her. She stuck her finger in my face and said, "Listen, buster: I'll eat what I really want and I expect you to eat what you want. Don't go blaming me for you not getting any bacon! I don't want special consideration, considering what we're doing, you got that?"
Well, I didn't want to get into an argument with her, especially considering how my head was still throbbing. "I did get what I wanted," I grumped. "I wanted oatmeal and toast!" I turned back to the TV when it hit me just what she'd said. I turned back to her. "Just what are we doing?" I asked.
"Oh, you poor dear," Lou cooed. "Is your tummy all upset from too much partying?"
The tone of her voice made me feel some anger. She was patronizing me. I took a deep calming breath. "Yeah. I guess my stomach was little upset. Just what is it we're doing, Lou?" I asked again.
"Don't feel all alone, sweetie," she said, ignoring my question, "mine is too. That orange juice sure hit the spot, though. Thank you." With that, she took up the fruit bowl again and scootched a little closer, nudging my arm like a cat will to get you to pet it. I lifted my arm and she flowed beneath it, snuggling in as close as she could. How could I be mad at that? The reality was, I couldn't, and so I let it go.
We sat there, cuddled together, me just breathing in her scent. I wasn't so out of it, though, that I couldn't flip channels. This hotel had a full cable package and when I flipped past HGTV, Lou let out a little cry.
"Hey, that's the Rose Parade! I love the Rose Parade!" she stated. I flipped back. I didn't mind the parade stuff, but I had been in my share of them and I knew what those people were going through. That brought up our next discussion topic: did either of us play in band? Turned out that Lou had been, for a short time, a band geek, just like me. She'd played flute; I played tuba. By the time we had exhausted most of our stories about band life, Lou had finished the fruit.
"You know what I would really like?" she asked. "Some chocolate-covered strawberries like they had last night. Those were really good. I wonder if there's any left?"
"Well, only one way to find out," I said. I picked up the phone on the table next to me and dialed room service. Yes, they had chocolate-covered strawberries, so I order a plateful and some champagne to go with them. They soon came, along with a pair of champagne flutes. I signed the chit, tipped the bell hop and returned with my goodies to the settee. I set the plate on the coffee table and proceeded to pop the cork. The champagne and the strawberries really did go well together, the tartness of the strawberries balanced with the sweet of the chocolate was offset by the dryness of the wine.
We nibbled and drank our way through the treats, Lou sometimes feeding me. It was fairly romantic. We did this through to the end of the parade. As it was concluding, Lou finished her glass of champagne and said, "Well, I guess it's time to start packing. We have to be out of here in an hour." She started to stand.
I grabbed her hand. "No, we don't," I said. "I kept the room until tomorrow." I gave her arm a tug and she fell into my lap. In the process, the robe she had kept fairly tight around her throughout the morning, gaped open, exposing a breast. I eyed it hungrily.
She followed my gaze. "You did, did you?" She grinned up at me. "If you think I'm going to stay here with a pervert like you, you're sadly mistaken." She got up and threw her leg over my lap. Her robe remained open. "You gotta ask me nice. You just dragged me in here last night, you know."
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