“It always just happens. Mum would give you a right bollocking if she were here.” Anna shook her head. She was two years younger than me, but often acted as though she were the older sibling. Even though I had been the one taking care of her for years.
At twenty-one, she was a bit of a know it all. After moving from Kent, she went on the straight and narrow. She had just started her final year at uni and planned to go to medical school. And while I loved her more than anything, sometimes I wished she would shut her gob.
“Well, Mum isn’t here, is she? And I don’t want you going tattling either. It was one night on the lash. Not a big deal. Now get out of here so I can get a shower.”
Anna smiled. “I’m making a big fry up. Just for you.”
The thought of greasy food made me want to throw up again. But hell if I’d admit to it. “Sounds good. I’ll be down in a few.”
Once Anna was gone I sat down heavily on the bed. I smelled horrible and I was pretty sure that was dry vomit on my shirt. I quickly took it off and stuffed it in the overflowing hamper. My head felt as though it were going to split in two.
I couldn’t believe I had drank so much last night. Alan and I had started at The Ewe before going to the Red Lion and then ending up at The Thorny Rose. I lost track of how many drinks I had consumed, having paid for none of them. I blamed Alan. It was his fault I had moved from beer to liquor then back to beer.
And then there was the American woman.
Most of the night was a blur, but I remembered her clear as day. I had been a complete git, barging in on her in the women’s toilet. She was beautiful; I knew that much was true. I could still see her long dark hair and equally dark eyes.
One minute she was telling me to get the hell out of her way, the next my tongue was down her throat and my hands in her knickers.
I didn’t usually operate in such a brutish way. I was kind of ashamed of how caveman I had behaved.
The last thing I remembered was throwing up after she came all over my fingers.
And I wasn’t sure if I ever got her name or not.
I wasn’t a stranger to one-night stands and random shags in public places. My rising celebrity made it all too easy to take good looking women home.
But I usually at least bought them a drink or a cab home. Puking and then passing out afterwards was a new one even for me.
I didn’t have a lot of time before Mo would be here so I had to get myself together quick. I picked out a pair of jeans and a button up shirt before making my way into the bathroom.
I stood under the hot spray long enough to turn my skin red. My mind kept drifting back to the woman last night.
The encounter had been hot. I remember her tasting like strawberries and smelling like vanilla. And her skin had been soft.
I had liked the sounds she made when I was getting her off. She hadn’t been a screamer–thank god.
I was getting hard just thinking about how wet she had been.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to pump thinking about how much I liked kissing her. And touching her.
Christ.
“Mate, you don’t have time for a wank. Mo just showed up.”
“Fuck!” I shouted, dropping my hand from my dick and wiping the steam from the shower door. Alan stood there eating a bagel and looking a little too bright eyed for my taste.
“Get out, you perv!” I roared, turning off the water. I was now experiencing the worst case of blue balls I had ever had.
Alan didn’t move. He leaned against the vanity eating his bagel, seeming incredibly amused. “He looks pretty mad too,” he warned, licking cream cheese from his thumb.
“What the hell are you even doing here?” I asked, wrapping a towel around my waist. I grabbed my toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth, shoving Alan to the side so I could spit in the sink.
“I couldn’t very well drive home last night could I? Anna said I could spend the night.”
“Oh did she? And where the hell did you sleep?”
“With Anna, of course.”
