Freaky Shit

Chapter 8: Hangover Remedy (gxg)

I knocked back another shot and slammed it on the table. The boys around me laughed and cheered.

"MAC, MAC, MAC!" Ben started chanting. I giggled and pumped my fist along with everyone. 'Holy

shit,' I thought, 'i'm wasted.' As one of the nameless frat boys left to get more of whatever we were

drinking, I heard someone call my name. But it wasn't the loud roar of Bens friends. It was quite and

soft, it was

"Sara?" I mumbled. I spun around trying to look for her. Everything was swaying, why was everything

swaying? Before I realized what was happening a pair of hands were stopping me from falling. Did I

trip? Was I tripping? The hands, her hands were so gentle.

"Fncy meetig you herre babe." I slurred straightening up. I grabbed onto her shoulder to steady myself. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

When everything had stopped moving so much I slinked my arm around her neck and turned back

towards the guys. By now most of them had moved on to their next round of shots.

"Mac you want one?" Ben called holding up an extra shot for me.

"Mm, wissh I culd guys," I said, hanging my head dramatically, "but malady hs come ta clollect me." I

continued, perking up. I grinned at Sara and looked back towards Ben. "Nd ya girls gonna get

LAAAIID!" I yelled, hoisting my fist into the air. The mass of drunk college boys in front of us howled

and ho-rahed in applause. The guys had always been cool with me and Sara, though they never would

admit I get not pussy than most of them combined. I turned so I was facing the door and conveniently,

Sara. I used the arm hooked around her neck to pull her into a kiss. I waved a quick goodbye to

everyone as Sara dragged me out of the house. It wasn't until we got to the car that I realized that

noise wasn't just my brain messing with me. Sara was mumbling to herself. She looked exhausted.

What time is it? I flopped into the back seat and leaned against the window. Sara sighed and looked at

me through the rear view mirror.

"What's wrong love?" She asked.

"Youre mmad at me." I mumbled, my drunken smile was long gone as I looked out through the window.

At least the sky's still dark.

"I'm not mad-"

"Your sighig an mmumblng n doing the thing wer you scrunch your eybrows at me." I looked up at her,

tears welling in my eyes. I make her scrunch her eyebrows up like that.

"Hey, hey it's not your fault," Sara looked at me for a while, trying to decide what to tell me next. Finally

she let out a breathy laugh.

"Get up here you fucking goofball, i'm taking you home."

I smiled, climbing into the front seat. She never could resist my puppy dog eyes. I curled up, my head

resting in between our seats, my hand wrapped in Sara's.

I passed out almost as soon as we got home. Our apartment was small, a little kitchen and den in the

front room, our bedroom in the back. The last thing I remembered about last night was falling into the

couch. Now I was awake and in our bed with a massive head ache.

"Mhhh." I groaned, closing my eyes as tightly as I could.

"That bad huh?" Sara laughed quietly.

"Fuck." I rolled over into back. "I need something." I said. What was it called?

"Mhm..." Sara hummed as she moved so that she was sitting on my knees. I rubbed my hands over my

eyes, trying to do something about my head. She pushed the blankets off of my legs and slid up my

shirt.

"Sara, the fuckin..." I tried to think but the buzzing in my head wasn't helping.

"Mhhm," She mumbled, paying no attention to anything I said. She started placing kisses from my

chest, down my exposed abdomen. As she reached the edge of my panties I gasped. She ran a

slender finger down my slit.

"Sara," I breathed. My body all relaxed as she slowly pulled them off of me, backing up onto my shins.

She kissed and sucked at the inside of my thighs. I moaned, forgetting about my head ache and

focusing on her mouth. She made her way painstakingly slowly up towards my slit. She moved her

hands up to my hips and ran her tongue up and down. I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets. Sara

didn't waist anymore time and started sucking at my clit. When I felt the finger at my entrance I

groaned.

"You want me to touch you," she asked circling her finger around my clit, "or eat you out?" She

replaced her finger with her tongue, snaking it up and down.

"Dealers choice." I panted. She started to slide her finger back down towards my entrance.

"Who says," she said, her breathe hitting my sensitive skin, "we can't have both." She slides her finger

in and starts to suck at my clit. In seconds I can feel my orgasm building up. Sara seems to notice,

cause she moves one hand from my waist up towards one of my hardened nipples. She rubs the bud

between her fingers, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of me.

"I'm- ah, i'm gonna come" I moan as she picks up her speed. I dig my hands deeper into the bedsheets

as my orgasm rushes through me. Sara slowly pulls out of my, licking the come of her fingers.

"Freak" I tease.

"Slut" she kisses me.

"Only for you." I say, watching her leave for the kitchen. I can hear her starting to make breakfast and

soon the head ache is back, but it doesn't matter.