A bumpy noise woke her up.
Kylie tried to open her eyes. They felt like someone had glued her lids together. Disoriented, she looked around her.
Dim morning light filled the room. She saw her boots, skirt and tank top spread on the floor where she undressed. Kylie lay on the edge of the bed with her left leg hanging out. Next to her foot, there lay a half empty bottle of water on the wet carpet. That explained the noise.
She turned over. The movement caused her head to spin, and the knocking pain got worse when she tried to straighten herself up.
His side of the bed was empty. Of course, he must have left for work hours ago. She checked her phone. It was 9.37, and there was a message from Matt.
Good morning. Hope you recover quickly. Drink some water. See you later.
She could tell from the factual style that he was pissed. But hey, if he still supplied her with a bottle of water, then last night could not have been that bad. Not that Kylie remembered much of it, though.
Groaning and swearing, she got on her unsteady legs and staggered to the bathroom. Her aching head in her hands, first she took a pee, then stepped to the sink. The water from the tap was icy cold, and she screeched when she threw it in her face. But it revived her enough that she dared to look at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Eyes swollen and red, her long, blonde hair falling unruly onto her shoulders. Yesterday’s makeup half-heartedly removed. The imprint of a crumpled-up pillow imprinted on the left side of her face. Her bra had slipped of her shoulder, exposing half of her tits. A photo of her could serve as a dictionary entry for the term “hangover.”
She massaged her temples and adjusted her bra. Her stomach growled, and she laid a hand on her flat tummy. She didn’t feel sick, but starved. Toothbrush and shower could wait. First, she needed painkillers, a coffee, and something to eat.
In her bra and panties, Kylie walked down the stairs. Through the curtain, warm sunlight fell on her tanned skin, her tiny red thong all but disappearing between her plump butt cheeks. Even in her desolate state she looked damn sexy.
Each step was a pain. She held on to the railing and walked slowly, expecting to enter a war zone.
Instead, everything looked fine. Chairs had been replaced at the table, empty bottles had been collected in a bag ready to be taken out, only some pillows and blankets were left on the couch. The kitchen was clean-ish as well, and she heard the soothing noise of the dishwasher.
He even cleaned up in the morning before work, she thought gratefully. I owe him big time.
She decided that Matt was in for his favorite treat when he arrived home. If by then she was able to take a mouthful of cock without puking all over it…
Kylie swallowed two Tylenol with a glass of water and got the coffee maker started. Her eyes fell on a half-eaten pizza from last night. It tasted mediocre, but it was fat and salty and exactly what she needed right now.
In the kitchen, with the dishwasher and the coffee maker running, Kylie didn’t hear the toilet flushing at the other end of the hallway. Nor the light footsteps approaching.
So when she returned to the living room in her underwear, scratching her butt and with pizza cheese clinging to her lips, she stopped in her tracks, startled.
Wrapped into a towel, there was a woman sitting on the sofa. The stranger didn’t seem surprised in the least and just smiled at her, waving her hand in a playful way.
“Good morning, Snake!”
Her voice was dripping like honey, sweet and warm and musky. A bit raw, maybe from last night. Kylie’s brain wasn’t working very quickly that morning. She stopped chewing on the pizza and just watched the other woman, wide-eyed.
Big, friendly, brown eyes held her stare. Dark, curly hair, still a bit damp, fell on her delicate shoulders. From the small swell of her breasts down to her knees, the towel covered her body. She was slim and fit, a little bit taller than herself, her long and slender legs crossed, her small feet bare. Who was that woman? And why did she call her “snake”?
The girl on the couch started laughing. It was obvious Kylie had no clue what was going on.
“Oh baby… you are really lost, aren’t you?” With a wink, she added: “Let me help your memory!”
The woman slowly pulled up the towel almost to her crotch, until all of her shapely right thigh was in plain view. Drawn in fine, dark lines, there was a tigress crawling up her leg.
Now it dawned on Kylie. The tattoo triggered something, and lifted her hungover brain fog a bit. Fragmentary scenes from last night flashed up behind her eyes. Short skirts. Naked legs. Shared drinks. Slurred voices telling bad jokes. Laughter. The touch of a warm hand on cool skin. Sharp claws of a feline predator…
“You’re the tigress!” Kylie burst out.
Again, that warm, inviting laugh. The tattooed woman covered her thighs again and let herself fall back onto the couch. “Yeah, at least that’s what you called me last night. Otherwise, I’m known as Eve.”
By and by, Kylie pieced things together. If she remembered correctly, Eve was an old friend of Matt’s brother Andrew, whom he brought along for yesterday’s party. And apparently, she and Eve had spent the last hours drinking together before Kylie collapsed.
“Of course! Good morning Eve. Sorry, I’m such a mess today… did you sleep on our old couch the whole night? Was it okay?”
Eve stretched and yawned.
“I’m fine. I’m just glad you let me crash here. Driving home was not an option… what’s the name of the cocktail you made me drink last night? Cuppy duppy?”
Kylie laughed. “They call it a Cape Codder. And I didn’t ‘make you drink’ it. I just prepared the drink and put it in your hand. You brought it to your lips and swallowed the stuff all by yourself!”
“That’s what my boyfriend always says!” was Eve’s quick-witted reply, and both girls burst out.
That broke the ice. From the kitchen, there came a gurgling sound and an unmistakable aroma. “Coffee’s ready. You want some?”
“Oh, yes please!” Eve replied gratefully. She straightened and kneaded her shoulders, tapping on the couch next to her. “Would you join me for a cup?”
Kylie hesitated. With her shiny hair, her awake, lively eyes, the oily sheen on her freshly shaved armpits, her healthy posture, Eve reminded her of the woman from the shampoo commercial… How can she look so damn good the morning after while I’m barely alive?
“Maybe I should take a shower first and get dressed…”
But Eve just laughed away her inhibitions. “Oh, I don’t care! Come on, it’s Saturday morning. Chill with me on the couch a bit! In case you didn’t notice, I’m not really dressed either…”
A few minutes later, the two girls lounged on the couch next to each other, lazily sipping their coffee. Kylie felt a lot better. Aspirin and caffeine started working, her headache subsided, and her eyelids felt less heavy.
She uncrossed her legs and sank deeper into the comfy pillows. The couch was still warm where Eve had slept. Kylie turned her head and saw the attractive brunette laid back, with her eyes closed, mouth half open, deeply relaxed, almost as if she had fallen asleep again.
She’s incredibly sexy, Kylie thought. How could Andrew possibly be ‘just friends’ with her for years? I’m sure he’s walking around with a boner all the time when this hottie here is around.
They sat so close, their heads almost touched. Both had their hair down, and it looked as if Eve’s dark curls were making out with Kylie’s unruly blonde streaks. Kylie inhaled the pleasant scent of her shampoo. Then, she remembered the question on her mind.
“So, why did you call me ‘snake’ earlier?”
Eve didn’t open her eyes but chuckled. “You really don’t remember?”
“Nope. Blame it on the Cape Codders.”
“So you were in a pretty funny mood last night. You kept calling me tigress, because of my tattoo. And you promised me you’d get one yourself. We were debating which animal was a good fit for you. And you chose the snake, because…”
Eve turned around, opened her eyes and looked at her with a smirk. “…because you bragged about your skills, so to say.”
“Skills?” Kylie frowned.
“Well…” Eve suppressed a giggle. “You told me you’d be able to swallow any cock, balls deep, no gagging!”
Kylie looked at her in disbelief and turned beet red in an instant. Eve went on.
“You proudly claimed…” She made quotation marks with her hands and mimicked a drunk, slurring voice. …’ My throat is flexible like a snake’s belly!’ ”
Eve just so managed to finish that sentence before bursting out laughing, while Kylie closed her eyes in shame. “Oh my God… I can’t believe I said something like that to you… I’m sorry, how embarrassing.”
“Oh, relax girl!” Eve gave her thighs a friendly pat, followed by a soft squeeze. “We just had some fun last night!”
Eves petite hand lingered on her thigh for a moment, pleasantly cool, as suddenly Kylie felt very warm. Her body reacted to that woman’s touch in an unexpectedly intense way… She felt goosebumps in her neck, a tightening in her breasts, her heartbeat increasing.
The hand was gone now. But both of them had moved their legs closer, involuntarily maybe, and now they were touching. And none of them made an effort to change that.
Kylie’s eyes moved up and down Eve’s tanned legs. “Can I see the tigress again?”
“Sure sweetie…” Eve’s answer was a slow drawl. A bit sultry, one could say. She pulled up her towel. The fine, dark lines looked amazing on the smooth, tanned skin of her shapely thigh. This time, she had pulled up the towel even further. Kylie could see her hip bone, and, just barely visible, the swell of her bald pussy. Kylie felt the heat rising to her face. Is she aware of being so exposed?
Without asking for an invitation, she cautiously touched her tattoo, as if it could actually bite her. Her fingertips trailed the fine dark lines of ink. “Feels nice… is this okay for you?”
Eve nodded and smiled. “You couldn’t take your hands off the tigress last night…”
Kylie felt a tingle in her stomach. Her hand still rested on Eve’s thigh. “I hope I wasn’t overbearing?”
“Not at all. You were very charming. And you do remember you promised me to get a tattoo yourself, right?” She smirked at her. “An anaconda snake, of course…
That woman’s stare was intense. Kylie involuntarily strengthened her grip on Eve’s leg a bit as the tingle in her stomach grew stronger.
Eve now turned her whole body towards her. Their legs, that had previously only touched lightly, were now tightly pressed against each other.
“But where do you want your snake?”
Now it was Eve’s hand on her thigh. She slowly moved north, from her knee up to the outline of her thong.
“A snake slithering up your leg would be really sexy…”
Kylie’s mouth went dry, heart bumping in her chest. Her nipples hardened, very visible even through her bra.
Eve’s nails brushed her hips and slid over her belly.
“Actually, I’ve always wanted a chest tattoo. But I just don’t have the tits for it. You, on the other hand…”
Her hand had reached her cleavage, drawing invisible lines between her breasts.
“… you’ve got a pair to die for!”
Kylie felt her index finger on the underside of her tits, an unbearably soft and gentle touch. Then she retreated her hand, staring at her with eyes hard to read.
“I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away… but I’m in a playful mood. Hangovers tend to have that effect on me…”
“Same here…” Kylie cleared her throat. “And… I’m enjoying this a lot…”
Eve held eye contact with her as she slowly wrapped her right leg around Kylie and sat down on her lap, legs spread wide. The heat radiating from the center of her body was intense, and Kylie enjoyed the comfortable pressure of her weight. Eve adjusted her position a bit, and a shiver ran down Kylie’s spine when she noticed something wet, hot and sticky touching her upper thigh. Her own hands had slipped below the towel and rested on the slim brunette’s tight ass, squeezing her cheeks softly.
Eve gazed at the full breasts in front of her, and she cupped them with her hands. “The snake will adorn your titties so perfectly…”
She let her hands slide upwards, and a little moan escaped Kylie as Eve’s fingertips brushed her nipples through the fabric. By now, they were hard like sexy little diamonds, and she felt her panties soaking.
This woman was driving her insane. She started slowly grinding her body against her thigh while her fingers trailed her neck, up to her chin, parting her lips softly.
“Show me, snake…!”
Kylie obediently opened her mouth for Eve’s fingers, demanding entry, her warm tongue inviting them in. Gently but firmly, Eve pushed deeper, penetrating her throat until she was knuckles-deep in. Kylie’s face flushed from lack of oxygen, and her jaw was spread to the limit, but she didn’t gag. She looked the other woman in the eyes, her own view blurred. Fuck, she always loved a deepthroat. She loved the squeezing pressure inside her, the sloppy mess of spit and tears she was making, the depravity of it all, even the discomfort and pain. And most of all, she loved being at someone’s mercy.
“Wow, you didn’t lie, girl! You really are a pro! This is so hot…”
Eve retreated her wet fingers to let her breath. Her towel had completely slipped off by now, and she fondled her own tiny tits with her free hands. Kylie gasped for air, saliva running from her lips, her face pure primal lust now. She needed more.
“The snake is still hungry!” She grabbed Eve and pulled her down on top of her, closing in for a messy, greedy kiss. She felt her erect nipples against the soft of her own tits and her wet pussy still grinding against her. Kylie grabbed Eve’s ass again, more determined this time, spreading her and letting her fingers explore her taboo hole, then sliding inside her slick sex.
“Fuck, Kylie…”
Eve reacted instantly, rocking her body harder for more friction. Kylie moaned out loud when their nipples rubbed against each other, while Eve sucked her neck.
When she felt a hand squeezing in between their sweaty bodies and finding her clit below her stubbly Mons, she felt the familiar tingle in her stomach, her orgasm building.
“God, don’t stop now, don’t stop now, don’t stop now…” Kylie cried out into Eve’s face. She was sucking on her lips and bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to increase stimulation even more.
But the pressure on her clit was perfect, their rhythm was perfect, and with an inarticulate sound of relief, she came, hard and wet, and it didn’t seem to end.
When Kylie looked up, she saw a woman on the brink of cumming herself. Eyes closed, Eve kept bouncing her ass against Kylie’s fingers, fucking herself while frantically rubbing her own cunt.
Kylie held that firm little ass with her left and enforced her eager movements, while finger fucking her with her right. The brunette was slamming her crotch into her now, the sexy slapping sounds of her cheeks against Kylie’s thighs filling the room.
Kylie grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Sucking her ear, she whispered: “Cum for me, lioness, I want your hot juice on me, cum on my fingers, I want to feel your cunt squeeze my fingers.”
Hearing those filthy words from the other girl’s mouth was enough to push Eve over the edge, and she came like a tsunami. Her head dropped onto Kylie’s tits, and her fists clinched the blanket, as her whole body convulsed and she covered Kylie’s hand that still relentlessly fucked with her hot juice.
As the screaming and moaning stopped, the room fell silent again. Nobody spoke. Eve kissed and licked the nipples as her head rested between Kylie’s soft, warm mounds. The blonde stroked her dark curls and sucked her juices from her fingers. Kylie was the first to break the silence.
“That was… intense!”
Eve sighed in agreement. “If I knew you liked girls, I would have already taken advantage of your drunk ass last night.”
“Oh, I’ve hardly ever been with a woman before… certainly not like this. But I’m suffering from a severe case of hangover horniness, it seems… Mmmh, that feels nice!”
Kylie purred in bliss as Eve’s tongue caressed her sensitive nipples. The brunette let go of her tits and chuckled.
“I was already so horny last night, I could have jumped you right there… you were constantly touching my leg, and I was like, ‘Fuck i’ll have to change my panties!”
She playfully squeezed Kylie’s breasts. “My headache is gone though!”
Kylie nodded. “Mine as well. Orgasms are still the best cure for a hangover… uuh, baby, fuck! If you keep biting my nipples like that, I’m getting wet again in no time…”
Eve looked down at her, her tongue giving Kylie’s lips a little flick.
“Well, it’s still early in the day…” She slid down Kylie’s body and spread her legs.
And the tigress hasn’t eaten yet…”
