Chapter 5

~Saturday, October 4th~

“Fuck, I’m never drinking again.” I groaned out loud as I sat up in bed and rubbed my forehead.

The covers fell to my stomach, exposing my bare double-D’s to the cool air of my bedroom. Leaning back against the pillows, I winced as my head continued to throb. My throat was dry and my tongue felt thick. Yup, I was hungover. Fuck my life.

Putting on a robe, I headed to the kitchen. I didn’t have much experience with alcohol, but I knew I was dehydrated. Downing a gallon of water should help. Right? At least, that was my hope as I walked down the hallway, the bright light making the pain even worse.

“Good morning, Suzie!” my dad exclaimed as I entered the kitchen.

“Hi, Dad!” I said in surprise. My dad was the type to work six days a week. Sometimes seven. “No work?”

“No, I wanted to spend the day with your mother.” he explained.

“Romantic day planned?” I asked as I opened the refrigerator and poked around.

“Yes, and your brother is out with friends.” Dad answered. “You’ll have to entertain yourself today.”

“I think I’ll manage.” I laughed as I got myself an ice cold glass of orange juice and started making toast. “Where’s Mom?”

“In the shower.” he told me. “We, uh, got started on our romantic day early.”

“Gross.” I made a face, which Dad couldn’t see as he read the paper. He was the type who couldn’t accept that newspapers were obsolete.

“It’s completely natural, and it is how you came to be.” Dad laughed.

“I’ll have you know that I sprang forth, fully formed from a beam of sunshine.” I countered. “Parents don’t have sex. You’re old. It’s gross.”

“For your information, I recently read an article about sex over seventy.” Dad said. “And your mother and I are a long way from seventy.”

“Why would I want to know that?” I rolled my eyes as I put my toast on a plate and sat down across from him, doing my best to conceal the fact that I was hungover.

“You’re gonna be twenty-five, don’t you think you’re past thinking your parents are just a couple of old farts?” Dad asked, looking over the paper at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah.” I smirked before taking a bite of toast.

“Some days, I swear you’re still twelve, Sweetie.” he sighed.

“Whatever.” I replied as I blew a loud raspberry.

“Not helping your cause there.” he pointed out with a laugh.

“I’m cute and I know it!” I announced.

“By the way, I can tell you’re hungover.” Dad smirked. “I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“Alyssa and I went out to a bar last night.” I said, looking down at my plate.

“You’re an adult, Suzie.” he chuckled. “You’re allowed. And, not that it matters, but I’m proud of you!”

I consoled both my head and my confusion with my buttered toast. The half-burnt bread didn’t offer any suggestions as to what alien had replaced my dad. Granted, he was never overly strict with us, but he did always encourage us to be very careful and keep drinking to a minimum.

“Do you think I, um,” I trailed off, not really wanting to finish my question. “Do you think I act too much like a little kid? I feel like I’m such an idiot all the time. I feel like the only people I interact with are the people who have to like me.”

“We don’t have to like you.” Dad smirked as he set down the newspaper.

“You know what I mean!” I shouted. Then I clutched my head, my own words causing my skull to throb.

“You had a shit childhood, Baby. You never had a chance to learn how to play with others. It caused your anxiety, but you can get through it. Give it time. Make mistakes. Grow.” He got up and walked around the table before leaning down to kiss my forehead. Somehow, even at almost twenty-five, Dad’s kisses still helped make everything better. “We’ll all be here to help you pick yourself back up when you fall. Just live.”

“I will.” I promised. “Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome.” Dad smiled. “Now, why don’t you go relax in the dark until that hangover passes?”

“I like that idea.” I giggled.

I finished my toast before downing my orange juice. After cleaning up, I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and made my way back to my bedroom. I let out a small sigh as the darkness closed around me. Fuck, the light was killing me.

The next hour was spent laying in the dark as I slowly tried to re-hydrate my body. I lay on top of my comforter wearing only my panties, curled up in a tight ball as my head throbbed. My face tightened in a grimace of pain when my phone buzzed, indicating I had a new text message.

It turned out to be a picture message. Alyssa was laying in bed next to a man I identified as Josh. It wasn’t Alyssa’s bed, so she must have gone back to his place. Both of them were clearly naked, but only the top halves of their bodies were shown. My big sister had her left arm over her chest, her forearm concealing her left tit while she used three fingers of the same hand to cover her right nipple. She was making a kissing face at the camera.

Alyssa: After sex selfie!

Suzie: Whore.

Alyssa: As I’ve said before, I don’t charge!

Suzie: Right.

Alyssa: So???? How did it go? Details!

Suzie: We talked for awhile longer, then I went home.

Alyssa: All you did was kiss?

Suzie: Yes! I don’t jump into bed with guys I just met!

Alyssa: Yet. ;)

Suzie: Whatever.

Alyssa: I’m just concerned. You have a deadline to lose that hymen!

Suzie: I already lost my hymen, just not my virginity.

Alyssa: Oh?

Suzie: I may have gone to the dirty store and bought a dildo.

Alyssa: Holy fucking shit, really?!?!?!

Suzie: Yes.

Alyssa: You slut!

Suzie: I’m not the one in bed with a strange guy!

Alyssa: Again, yet.

Suzie: Fuck off. :P

Alyssa: Are you gonna see him again?

Suzie: I don’t know. We did exchange numbers.

Alyssa: Oooooh, my baby sister got digits! Score!

Suzie: Yeah, yeah...

Alyssa: Should I leave you alone to masturbate? ;)

Suzie: No! I’m hungover!

Alyssa: Lightweight. I got fucked all night long, then woke up and fucked some more!

Suzie: How was it?

Alyssa: He was fine. Not amazing, but he at least managed to get me off.

Suzie: That’s good.

Alyssa; Yup! He sent me on my way with a smile on my face and a pussy full of cum.

Suzie: I’m gonna try and sleep off my hangover.

Alyssa: Later!

I shook my head as I set my phone back down on my bedside table. My sister was insane. Granted, my sex drive was as high as hers, but I only played with myself. Was Alyssa right? Would I become like her when I eventually lost my virginity?

To avoid thinking about it, I crawled under the covers and proceeded to nap. I napped hard. The pillow had drool on it when I finally woke up. My head was still pounding, but I definitely felt better. So, I did the only logical thing. I napped some more.

I slept right through lunch, consciousness only returning to me about an hour before I usually ate dinner. Fuck, I felt lazy. In my defense, it was the weekend! Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I sat up and reached for the last water bottle.

The sleep got rid of my hangover, and guzzling down the water seemed to take care of my dry throat. I felt better. Fucking finally. Reaching for my phone, I responded to my sister’s latest text, confirming that I’d meet her at the club later.

Anxiety bubbled inside me once again as I contemplated going to the club. All the dancing, the people so close together. No, don’t think that way. Breathe. Relax. I shook my head before putting on a robe and going to the kitchen to make dinner.

Once I ate, I took a nice, hot shower. After making sure my underarms, legs, and pussy were completely free of hair, I dried off and went back to my room. Then I brushed my long dark hair, making sure it was shiny and straight. Finally, I decided it was time to try out one of my new dresses.

Before putting on the dress, however, I stood in my room wearing just a matching bra and pantie set. Alyssa was right, I had to let loose. This was how I would start. I snapped a picture of my bra-clad breasts. They were truly massive, straining against the fabric of my black lace bra.

I opened one of my dating apps and sent the picture to Dave. You couldn’t see my face in it, my nipples were covered, so it really wasn’t too risque. Still, my face was bright red as I slipped on my new purple dress while waiting for his reply. Taking a picture of myself in my sexy dress, I posted it to social media before continuing to get ready. I was stepping into my new heels when my phone went off.

Dave: Damn, those are beautiful!

Suzie: You like? ;)

Dave: I love!

Suzie: Good!

Dave: Do you wanna see me?

Suzie: How about a bare chested shot?

Dave: Coming right up, ma’am!

My smile was wide as I thought about how flirty was being. I looked through a few more dating profiles, biting my lower lip as I checked out the guys. In addition, I shot Ron a text. Finally, the picture message from Dave came in. Oh! Dave has a nice, muscular chest. Yummy!

Suzie: Hm, not bad!

Dave: That’s all I get?

Suzie: :P

Dave: Guess it takes a lot to impress you!