Chapter 8: The Morning After

Every hour, pretty much on the hour, for three hours I checked Jackie’s breathing and made sure she wasn’t going to choke on her own puke. Sometime between the third and fourth hours, she moved and jostled the bed something fierce. Not hearing her choking or gagging I let her be, to do whatever she was doing.

What she was doing was stripping off her dress and throwing it to the floor. I found this out when after all the movement I felt her warm tits press into my back and her still-damp landing strip bush press onto my ass. Her arm wrapped around me, stroking my chest a few times until she found the spot she wanted her hand. It was on my nipple.

Her hot breath was on the back of my neck basically the rest of the night. Many times she moved away for a moment having gotten too hot even though the AC unit was set to its lowest setting. The last two times she moved into place her hand no longer went to my chest it instead went down to my crotch, where she cupped my balls in her palm. I felt my dick swell and ooze precum onto her forearm as she did this.

I probably should have gone to the other room the minute she got naked in my bed. But, since I wasn’t taking advantage of her situation, I rationalized no harm done. Plus it would go a long way in making me look like a good guy when the time was finally right to have sex with her. And I was getting the feeling that time might come on this trip or the next.

With the sun shining in the hotel window. I awoke. My balls were no longer being cupped by Jackie’s hand but my morning wood was wrapped the best it could by her hand. Occasionally, while waking I felt her fingers run the shaft’s length between reflexive squeezes. I lay still letting my sleeping partner give me a kind of hand job while she slept. It would’ve been a great relief for my morning blue balls also.

While squeezing me tight I felt her wake up. It was apparent she had no idea what was going on. While she tried gaining cognition of events, she didn’t let go of my prick. Finally, her hand shot away from my dick, saying, “Oh god.”

Her shocked voice was the perfect excuse to act like I was waking up. I rolled over toward her and before she could say anything more. I asked in an accusatory tone, “Jackie what in the hell are you doing in my bed?” Before she could gather her thoughts and answer I added. “ And what ... you’re naked. You got into my bed last night naked. What in the hell were you thinking? You think after a night of dancing and flirting with other guys you could jump into bed with me naked and I’d what? Service you? Make you orgasm loudly. What?”

She just stared at me, not saying a word. Her eyes were so bloodshot I could barely see the whites of her eyes. She finally began looking around and mumbled. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” I hounded, though, only to have my fun with her. “What do you mean you don’t know. I’m pretty sure we’d already established last time I sleep in nothing. Yet you get in my bed wearing nothing also. I think you’d freak if I did that to you. Got into your bed naked.”

Tears came quickly, “I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that. Please don’t think I’m a bad person. But I don’t remember much of last night. I didn’t have sex with you, did I? ... Oh god, I did ... Didn’t I?,” Still naked she jumped up from the bed, sprinting away.

She was gorgeous bounding away from me. The jiggle of her tits was replaced by the sight of her ass’s jiggle. Jackie’s movements were quick and agile. Her bed-worn ponytail bounced and swished down her bare back well above her ass. The last sway of her hip and ass muscle’s contraction as she left my room slamming the interconnecting door in the process ended my stellar view and additional nude contact possibilities.

Through the door, I could hear her repeating, “Oh god, I can’t believe I had sex.” I could only imagine what she was doing while she tried remembering with the morning drunks. I’ve had that a couple of times in my life and the complete holes it left in my memory are still missing today. So I imagined the previous night was permanently gone for her as well.

Shortly after her self-incrimination ended, I heard the shower start. It seemed to run a long time. I guessed she was in there letting the water beat down on her head, letting the hot water wash over her silky smooth skin, funneling into her cleavage by the small breast upon her chest, and down her stomach over the flat expanse before filtering and spreading back out a bit going through the low trimmed dark-haired landing pad above her pussy lips. I kind of hoped I was wrong in my assessment. And she was actually over in her shower letting the water pummel her clit in an effort to get off again horny at the thought of having had sex.

When she opened the connecting door again she was fully dressed and every bit of skin the blouse would cover was covered. She had buttoned it up to the top and unlike the day before this time, it was clear she was wearing a bra. And while she could do little about the tightness of the skirt and the way it hugged her ass, there were obvious panty lines. Making the lines were surely plain white cotton granny panties.

She looked at me succinctly. Her eyes were red, though I didn’t know if it was from crying or the alcohol. Her question was just as brief as her look into my face, “Did we have sex last night?” She looked down and tensed up waiting on my answer.

I could have been nice and said no, but she really needed to learn not to drink to the point of blacking out. Next time there likely wouldn’t be someone there with four hundred dollars making sure she wasn’t the head of a train. So I let her suffer a bit more mentally as her pasty skin indicated she was likely suffering physically.

“Not that I remember. But I am a heavy sleeper,” I stated which was normally true just not that night. “So I don’t know if you had sex with someone else and thought getting into bed with me would make me believe it was me that had sex with you, for the first time. It still would have been your first time right?”

She bowed her head lower as her body seemed to crumple more distraught than before. “Oh god, I hope I didn’t lose my virginity to somebody I don’t even remember.” She began crying at the prospect.

I let it go on a while before going to her and wrapping my arm around her shoulder enjoying the feeling of her firm round tits pressing into my chest. Finally, I said, “I don’t know but is your vagina sore, or do you feel like anything is coming out of it while you showered.”

“Oh God, I hope not.” Her hand reflexively when down to her cunt. “I’m not on the pill.”

“Well, do you feel sore? My understanding is the first time can make women sore.” I stated

Not thinking of who she was talking to she answered, “No not like I was the first and only time I used a tampon applicator. I was sore for days. And it wasn’t as big as you.” Her crying and bloodshot eyes got big after she realized what she said. She hid her ghostly white face that had been looking at me in my chest.

“Thank you, I think,” I said to the top of the head on my chest. “And if you’re not even the slightest bit sore I’m betting you didn’t get lucky out at the club or here in my bed.”

“Thank heavens.” She looked up at me, looking a bit green about the gills. Then thinking she had insulted me said, “Oh I didn’t mean to say that sex with you would be bad,” She stumbled and sputtered some more, “Oh that’s not it. I mean I’m glad I didn’t have sex with you last night ... I’m not saying I want to some other night ... Shit ... Not that I don’t not want to ... Hell, I give up and my head is killing me.”

“I’m glad to hear you don’t not want to not have sex with me not last night or some other time in the possible future ... Did I get that right?” I teased the ailing women attached to me.

“Very funny...” a gurgling came with the end of the word and before she could finish her thought. Jackie put her hand to her mouth and bolted to the bathroom in her room. I could hear her puking on and off for ten minutes. All I could think of is the dry heaves suck.

Finally, I heard gargling and water running in the sink. I could only guess how ill she was feeling, and trying not to dry heave again. Having waited a while, I went into her room. She had flopped on the made bed, lying on her back. Despite being clothed her lithe body’s form was magnificent. even if her skin tone was pale from head to toe. “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I’m being a horrible companion. I know you wanted to go out again today but I just can’t. My head is starting to hurt and as you heard my stomach is pissed at me also.”