Hungover with You in Bed
It’s my second-to-last night in Germany, and we’re going clubbing for Andre’s birthday. My last night will be spent with your family, so this is really my last night of fun here. We wrap up some work together on the couch before we leave, then you take me by surprise by snuggling close to me and kissing me. I kiss back, and you begin to run your hands over my breasts and hips and thighs. You take off my pants, then my underwear, and kiss your way down my stomach.
I lay back on the couch and get comfortable as you crawl between my legs and kiss lower and lower, until your tongue is on my clit. I love these surprises. You put a finger in just as I like it and lick the most sensitive part of my clit, right at the bottom. How nice it is to have someone who knows your body so well. No instructions to give, nothing to worry about, I can just rest my head on the pillow as you do all the work.
As you press firmly on that bottom area, an orgasm sneaks up on me so quickly I barely notice it happening. “Mm!” I sqeal as my pussy contracts just a couple times around your finger. I feel an amazing sense of release, but I still want to keep going — it’s one of my mini orgasms, as I call them. You don’t even think about stopping. You cup your lips over my clitoral hood and move your tongue back and forth with more pressure, keeping your finger still and pressing it upward. Just when I think it can’t feel any better, you start moving your tongue in circles.
“Mm, baby that feels so good,” I say, tilting my hips up to meet your mouth. You lift it off me for just a second to smile up at me, growl hungrily, then dive back in. I adore your enthusiasm. You go back to the bottom and then up to the top, and as I feel your tongue lick in circles again, another orgasm hits, me – a big, full-body one this time. I love how my whole pussy has been catered to. My legs vibrate, my stomach clenches, and my hips undulate up and down as I cum for you, my voice calling out in several satisfied moans.
You get up to kiss me with a smile then say, “Let’s get ready.”
We hold hands on the train and get glowsticks as we enter the club. It’s one of those avant-garde clubs people stay in until the afternoon, with a swing on one dance floor and a little treehouse lined with mattresses on the other. Your friends kiss me on the cheek as I greet them, and you order me a gin and tonic, the very first drink you ordered me at the club where we met. I don’t even need to tell you what I want.
I fold my glowstick into a crown and place it on my head, and Andre puts another one in my hand. “You’re the statue of liberty!” he says. I laugh at their fascination with my home city. Then, he reaches out his hand. “Do you want some?” He opens it to reveal an orange pill.
I try not to make a habit of this, but I won’t have many chances once I’m back in the states, so I figure why not. I bite it in half, put the second half in my back pocket, and wash down the first with my gin and tonic.
About half an hour later, you dance up to me and grab my hands. “You are the center of my universe,” you say with a serious stare. I’m guessing you got a pill of your own. But that doesn’t make your pronouncement less special. It’s just bringing out what you were already thinking. And I feel the same way. With your hands still in mine, I swing you around in circles. We laugh as we spin along to the techno beats. Then, I blurt out a non-sequitor: “Today you made me cum twice!” It’s rare that this happens, and I’m normally too shy to talk about it, but in this state, I can’t contain my excitement.
“Really? I only noticed once. You should say something.”
“No, it was twice.”
You high five me. “Next time, three times!”
“For you too!”
I’m so excited I start telling Susi about our conversation, but she just replies, “TMI.”
The remainder of the night seems to happen in fast-motion. Tim and I talk about our families as we flip through the photos on our phones in the treehouse, Susi teaches me a conspiracy theory about Ivanka Trump and Israel or something, and I rest my head in your lap on the train ride home. You give me a glass of juice and some magnesium before we pass out.
The sun comes up and I know the drill: It’s hangover day. But hangovers aren’t so bad when I get to spend them in bed with you. My body feels sensitized and hungry for touch, and the lovey-dovey feeling that makes us utter sentimental phrases like “you are the center of my universe” hasn’t faded.
Something about it makes you look adorable too. Your big innocent eyes become even more gigantic, and you turn into the “cuddle monster,” as we call it. First thing in the morning, you wrap your arms around my naked body. “Attack of the cuddle monster!” I jokingly scream and wiggle out of your grasp. I turn toward you, and we spend a few minutes just running your hands up and down each other’s bodies. I love to feel the softness of your hair, the firmness of your arms, the squishiness of your butt. And every touch of yours seems to send an electrical current through me. Your hands on my nipples make me so, so wet. I want you, need you, immediately.
You prop yourself up on your elbow and lean over to press your full, soft lips against mine. It’s like my tactile perception has been magnified. I lean into the kiss, opening my mouth to feel yours more fully, slightly gliding in my tongue. You run your hands over my butt and then through my pubic mound, making me wimper with desire.
You know the inside of my pussy’s extra sensitive right now, so you put a finger in. When you take it out and rub it over my clit, I can feel how ridiculously wet I am. I reach between your legs and start rubbing your dick with my hand. I can’t get enough of how the skin feels: the smoothness of the foreskin, and the firmness of the head. It grows bigger, reaching up to greet me, expanding to fill my hand. “Can I suck it?” I ask. I’m so excited you say “yes.”
My mouth can feel the delicious smoothness of the skin even better. Your body trembles as I get down between your legs and start licking your shaft up and down. I explore you with my tongue, circling around the top of the head, feeling each crevice, making you moan. It feels and tastes so good, I want it in my pussy now. “Please fuck me,” I whisper into your ear.
You get up to get a condom, and I ask if I can put it on for you. I love feeling like I’m taking care of you. I unfold it onto you gently, running my hand down your cock a few times to smooth over the material. Then, I suck you a little longer, just to make sure you’re nice and hard for me.
“Come in,” I smile. I spread my legs to invite you into my body, awaiting you wet and warm and welcoming. My pussy folds around your cock and pulls it in as you get on top of me. Your eyes grow wide as you slide in. Something about you seems sweet and vulnerable, like a teenage boy getting laid for the first time. “Oh, god,” you groan as you thrust yourself all the way into me. I can feel the head of your cock against my cervix. I encourage you to go even deeper. “Yes, that’s right, fill me all the way.”
You’re completely submerged in me now, with the outer lips of my pussy pressed against your pubic bone. You slowly withdraw yourself, caressing the pink folds of my inner pussy lips. I squeal as I feel your stiffness jerk back into me. It’s automatic now; you’ve lost control, and your instinct takes over. You put your hands over mine so that I stay still on the bed for you, and your hips move you in and out of me on their own.
You scooch yourself up toward the head of the bed to get the angle your body needs to go harder, ferociously pounding into me. I moan to encourage you so you’re not afraid of hurting me. I want you to satisfy yourself, to not hold back. You receive my encouragement and thrust even harder and deeper. I can feel your balls slam against my ass as you let out a few satisfied grunts and unload yourself. I wrap my legs around your ass and squeeze my pussy around your cock to make sure that you get every last drop out, that your body’s needs are met. You sigh with sweet relief as your cock finally begins to relax and soften.
I moan as you slowly withdraw yourself from me; even just your semi-hard cock grazing over my G spot feels so good. After you’re out, I realize I want you back in. My pussy feels empty without you. I’m not sure how that would work. “Do you think you could get another condom and go in again?” I ask.
“I can try.”
I want to put it on again, so you kneel on the bed in front of me. But first, I sensuously remove the first, tucking my finger around the ring at the bottom and ever so slowly inching it up. Once there’s just the end of it left on the tip of your head, I carefully lift it off and tie it so that your cum doesn’t spill everywhere. There’s still a considerable amount left on you, mostly pooled up right underneath your foreskin, but also running down the sides of the shaft. I decide to take care of that myself. I take the whole thing into my mouth, sucking as I glide my mouth up off of you, swallowing all the cum I can, then looking up into your eyes as I circle my tongue around the head to get the rest.
“Now, you’re ready,” I say as I take out the second condom and wrap you up with care, and I mean that in more that one way: All my sucking and licking has made you hard again. I lie back down, smirking up at you innocently as I lift my legs to expose my swollen red pussy lips. The visual cue is enough to get you fully hard, and your instinct takes over again. You grab my legs to make sure my pussy stays open for you and plunge yourself in, using my legs to press against as your ass desperately thrusts your cock in and out of me.
“Ohh yes,” I start screaming. “Please, more.”
“You like that, little slut?”
“Yes, I do,” I whine. I imagine the neighbors must hear me by now, but I can’t control my voice anymore. I wimper and moan louder and higher as your cock grows bigger in me. I can feel your pubic bone pressing down on my clit with each thrust. “Ah yes baby,” I cry. My voice propels you even further in. Your hands let go of my legs and hit the bed below us as you start shaking.
“Oh baby, I’m cumming again,” I hear you say from above me. You throw your head back and grind your hips upward as you let out a roar. You keep thrusting until you’re done, grabbing my ass with one hand to make sure I don’t dare move away as you’re expelling yourself into me.
After you slow down and withdraw yourself once again, you ask me what time it is.
I look over at my phone. “It’s 2 p.m.”
“We’re late for my parents’ party.”
“OK, we’ll go soon. Will you first let me take off your condom?” I need to feel and taste your cock just a little longer. I’m addicted to it.
“I would like that.”
“Lie back down.”
You lie back on the bed, your legs slightly spread, your cock falling over to your right side. I try to take the condom off with my moutth, but I soon realize it’s going to get really messy. The cum starts spilling as I put my mouth around the base and start moving it up. We laugh, and instead, I use my hand again, then once it’s nice and wrapped up, I go back over you with my mouth again. I don’t want you to show up at your parents’ with cum dripping all over your cock. I bob my head up and down just to get you really good.
“I want to make sure you’re nice and clean,” I say as I look up at you, my arms squeezing my breasts together as they hold me up.
“Mm, thank you, I like when you clean me,” you smile.
“I can get you even cleaner if you like.”
“That sounds great.”
You lean back and relax and let out a sigh, spreading your legs wider so I can fit my whole body in between them. I take my left hand and hold it firmly around your shaft, then put my right hand on top of it, moving them both up and down along with my mouth to make sure every inch of you is being pleased. When my mouth gets tired, I move my right hand up over your glisttening head while giving you little licks with my tongue. I lick over the slit on top, underneath the head, and over the edges where the head meets the shaft. Then, I use my hands to hold your foreskin down so I can suck on the head directly. “Mm, that’s so intense,” you tell me.
I move my head all the way down so my throat fits nice and tight around you. “Oh, I love that,” you say. I bob up and down again, and you start thrusting your hips up and down so you can fuck my whole throat. I have a feeling that despite all the cum I’ve already licked off you, you’re not empty completely. It’s my mission to satisfy you, so I place your hand on the top of my head.
“Push my head down the way you like,” I order you. You get a wild, excited look in your eye; it’s rare that you can let loose in this way, not having to worry about me, just being yourself. Your hand bears down on the back of my head, pushing it up and down with force. I see you like it hard. My throat starts to gag, but I know it’s worth it when you announce, “Oh baby, I’m cumming” and more cum starts to hit the back of my throat. I lift my head up higher to suck on the head while more cum spurts out of it. After you seem to be done, I flick my tongue on the underside of your head and catch a little more in my mouth.
“I think you’re finally clean now,” I smile.
“I think so,” you say with a satisfied grin. Then, you reach down to feel my pussy. “But what about you? I love how wet it makes you to suck my dick.”
In my hungover state, I’m not sure if I can cum, but since you want to give it a try, I grab you my vibrator. I splay my legs out once again as you get between my legs and lower it over my clit. It’s one of those ones with a suction cup on the head, and I scream as it sucks me in. My hips jump off the bed to meet it, then lower down to evade the intensity, then side to side so it hits just the right spots. My wetness drips down and leaves a puddle on the bed. I was right — I can’t cum right now — but I love to feel my pussy get even wetter and hotter. I let you keep it there for a while, writhing and squealing underneath it.
“Thank you so much, that was amazing,” I gasp for air once I’m too exhausted to go on. “Should we go to the party?”
As we sit side by side at your parents’ table, my wetness soaking through my underwear, you have a silly, stupid grin on your face. Little does your family know it’s because your balls have just been lucky enough to get drained three times today. Maybe four, if you’re up for more later. I remember our conversation from the previous night.
“We’ve met our goal, three times,” I whisper to you.
“You’re right.” Your grin gets even wider. “Your turn next.”