I’d done this so many times before—many girls had passed out at my place after partying and vomiting all over their clothes—but this time was the hardest. I splashed some water on her face first, maybe she’d wake up.
She stirred a little, a bit of a moan coming out of her lips. That might be a good sign.
“Gabriella, babe, wake up.”
Her eyes opened and half shut and opened again. Her moan this time wasn’t promising. I knew that sound like the back of my hand. She was about to—
“God!” She gagged, and all I could rescue was her hair before she puked all over the floor. Awesome.
You knew how much you loved a girl when you hadn’t even slept with her yet but you weren’t creeped out by seeing her covered in vomit and still wanted to be inside her.
I held her hair back as long as she needed to get it all out. Then when her head lolled back, about to pass out again, I sat her straight. “Okay, I tried to be a gentleman, but I have to get you out of these now.”
I stripped to my underwear first and put my clothes aside. Then, unzipping her dress, I turned on the shower water. Her eyes barely opened when I managed to free her arms out of the sleeves. I yanked the dress down her shoulders, the job getting harder as the fabric got wetter. Pulling it down to her waist, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her tits nicely tucked in themagic bra.
“Don’t be a creep,” I told myself, tearing my gaze away, as I tugged at the dress and got it all off her body.
“One out of the way. Two more to go.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and knelt, pulling her into me so I could unhook her bra.
Her arms folded around me as she moaned my name. “Why are you naked? Is it time for my lap dance?”
I laughed under my breath, sliding the bra off one shoulder. “Yes, babe. That’s exactly what’s happening here.” I slid the other strap and tossed the bra aside. I couldn’t see her tits, but I felt them tumble free against my chest, sending a pleasant shiver through my skin, giving me an instant erection.
Out of the blue, I felt a hot wet thing gliding up my neck. Her tongue. And her hand playing with my balls.
“Ohh..oof…yeah.” I bit my lip for a second, my eyes closing, her hand moving up my shaft, the feeling so fucking good. “No, no, no. Cazzo. No.”
“Cazzo si.”
“No, Gabi. No cazzo tonight.”
“But you’re so happy to see me.”
I laughed, embarrassed for the first time in ages. “Yeah, but you’re not. You’re just drunk. We can’t. I can’t…” I couldn’t believe I was taking her hand off my cock. “Babe, I have to get you cleaned up and put you in bed, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so dirty.”
“Oddio.” My dirtier cock twitched. I shook my head hard, banishing the filthy demons wreaking havoc inside my brain. It wasn’t the easiest task when I was taking off her panties.
“Be thorough between my legs, Daddy. My little cookie is the dirtiest.”
“Holy fuck! Gabriella, don’t speak anymore. You’re gonna heavily regret everything you’re saying in the morning.” Me too if I didn’t get my ass up and stayed as far away from her.
She was fucking naked in my bathroom, dirty talking, all grabby, and I was so fucking hard for her. If I laid a single finger on her, let alone had my hands all over her body to clean her up, I wouldn’t trust myself to just do that.
I just got up, doing my best not to look at her stark nakedness, and grabbed the shower head. “I’ll just hose you down with this without looking. Mi dispiace if the water gets into unwanted places.”
She made weird noises. I didn’t stop until I heard something like choking sounds. I turned the water off and threw a towel at her. I made sure I wrapped her well, covering all the good parts before I carried her to bed. “Can you dry yourself up?”
“I like it when you do it, Daddy.”
I regretted the question. Why did I even have to ask? “You’re so naughty. For real.” I rubbed the towel on her body fast and grabbed another for her hair. When she stopped dripping on the sheets, I snagged one of my t-shirts and pushed it over her head. Then I dragged the towel and tucked her in.
She snuggled my pillow and slept immediately. I stood there for a moment, looking at her beautiful face, wrapping my head around the fact that Gabriella was sleeping in my apartment, in my bedroom, on my side of the bed, wearing my t-shirt, knowing I’d never wash it or that pillowcase or those sheets, and I’d get more annoying hard-ons when I went to bed or wore that t-shirt from now on because of her lingering scent.
I bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead and another on her cheek. “Sleep tight, amore.”
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