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I want to forget about my problems. My illness.
The night will unfold however it unfolds.
What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter nine
Austin
Ten Years Ago: The Next Morning
My eyes blink open. The tiniest sliver of light peeks through the window shade.
The glow of the television paints the entire room a sickly shade of greenish-blue.
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth and oh, sweet Jesus, my head is pounding.
I’m on the floor, wrapped like a burrito in a blanket. When I try to sit up, the room begins to spin. My stomach lurches and I know I’m going to barf. I don’t realize I’m naked until I’m retching up what looks like pizza in the hall bathroom.
What the fuck?
I manage to stand up and splash cold water on my face, swish some toothpaste in my mouth. Try to puzzle together what went down. I have fuzzy memories of drinking vodka shots and battling zombies with Miles. Shay and her two friends dancing together, getting me and Stodge to join them.
Oh shit, we did join them. Miles made out with…
Whoa.
Oh holy fuck.
Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist and stumble back to the living room where I woke up. Sure enough, Shay is asleep, sprawled out on the couch, also completely naked. Her head is partially buried under a pillow.
One arm is flung on top of it, the other clutches a blanket that barely covers her stomach. Her gorgeous, creamy tits jiggle a bit in time to her breathing, brown nipples puckered tight in the cool air. One leg is bent and splayed open giving me a view of her pussy, which is covered by fine whisps of light hair. Below, I see a distinct wet spot on the cushion.
My dick instantly grows hard as steel.
Memories of being on top of Shay on the couch flash before my eyes. Pumping into her. Feeling her legs wrapped around my waist. Us kissing. Me sucking on her nipples.
Holy fucking shit. Shay and I had sex after Miles disappeared in his bedroom with her friends.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
Shay stirs. The pillow shifts, exposing her eyes, which squinch in pain. “God, I feel like shit.”
“Uh…do you need anything?” I mumble, still stunned.
She jackknifes up at the sound of my voice and winces when her eyes open to no wider than a slit. “Austin?” She glances down, sees that she’s naked and yanks up the blanket to cover herself. “Ohmygod! Staring much? What the fuck happened?”
“Uh…” I’m so completely out of my element I have no idea how to say it out loud when I scarcely comprehend it myself.
Shay looks up at me. Her eyes trail down my naked body to the towel around my waist, tented from my boner. Her eyes widen with awareness. “Oh!”
I spy my pants, T-shirt, and boxers balled up at the foot of the couch. I take two steps over to snatch them up before cautiously backing up toward the bathroom. “I’ll just…”
By the time I regroup and return fully clothed a few minutes later, Shay’s dressed in her low-cut sweater and mini skirt standing in the middle of the room looking off into space. I didn’t notice before, but she’s a mess. Her hair is like a rat’s nest. Black makeup rings her eyes. Pink lipstick is smeared across her plump lips up her cheek.
Another memory flashes before my eyes: my dick pumping in and out of her mouth.
My boner returns with a vengeance.
