I woke early; it was still dark. I could feel the beginnings of a hangover; I'd definitely had more to drink than usual the previous night. I lay still not wanting to move my head. I lay half asleep for perhaps another hour, then moving a little to read the clock, which said 5:15 I felt something else: it was warm, smooth and soft; a body. There was a girl in my bed! I could tell it was a girl by the smoothness and roundedness of her rump, which I'd just brushed against. I froze, but she didn't wake, she just sighed and wriggled a little.
It's not unknown for there to be a girl in my bed, but it doesn't happen that frequently either. I'm not keen on hookups. I prefer relationships, but I've never been very good at them. Girls don't seem to see me as a long-term prospect. Embarrassingly, I couldn't remember who this one was. I tried to go back over the night before, but nothing came. As slowly and as stealthily as I could I climbed out of bed, grabbed my boxers from the floor and padded silently to the kitchen. I gulped down a pint of water and a couple of paracetamols. One memory came back: the feeling as my cock pressed into her vagina and the little gasp she gave as it did so. That was a start at least, though the memory triggered a little twinge in my cock. I needed to remember her name, but all that would come to mind was mushrooms (mushrooms? What the fuck?). That didn't help.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Suddenly something else came to me. An image of a small, blonde girl smiling up at me. She was saying something. She had an accent. I worked at it as I gargled mouthwash. It came to me.
"If you want to have sex with me, you must not drink any more." That was it. I was standing at a bar somewhere about to order a shot. She was standing next to me smiling widely, her head back. Needless to say I didn't order that drink.
I was in the bar for someone else's birthday. I didn't know many people there and had drunk too much in trying to compensate. The girl wasn't of our party. As I drank more water, a clearer picture of her formed. She was shortish, about 5' 2". She was wearing a short dress. Her legs were good, her hips were quite wide, but her waist narrow. Her breasts looked a good size under her dress. My mind flashed forward to a picture of her breasts encased in a white bra with flowers on it. My hand was holding the breast. I felt another twinge in my cock. Another flash to her face which was round, her eyes bright blue, her lips around her big smile were wide and sensuous. She was laughing at me, but not a mocking laugh, a gently amused one. I'm a happy drunk, it's true.
I went back into the bedroom. She was still asleep. I still couldn't remember her name. I could just make out her blonde hair in the little light that came in around the curtains. I concentrated on what she'd said to me and how she'd said it to try and jog my memory. "If you want to have sex with me, don't drink any more." Her English had been very good, but there was definitely an accent. Eastern European? Then another flash came: "I am from Estonia." She'd said. We were sitting down, we'd been talking, swapping life details as you do when you've just met someone who you're attracted to. So she must have told me her name, but it wouldn't come to mind.
I stood by the bed, watching, undecided what to do. It occurred to me that if she woke up to find me peering at her, it wouldn't look good. I stepped out of my boxers and climbed slowly and gently back into bed without waking her, though she stirred a little. As I lay back more of the previous night's happenings came back to me. Fragmentary images of us dancing, drinking, talking, but always there was that wide, white-toothed, amused smile that encompassed her whole face. She had a way of brushing back her long slightly tousled hair that was very endearing.
I was beginning to get aroused now, which was inconvenient, so I concentrated hard on trying to remember her name. Why did mushrooms keep appearing in my mind?
Suddenly a vivid memory flooded my mind. I was holding her legs apart, her head was thrown back, her mouth open, her eyes closed as I thrust into her, strongly but gently. It was the onset of her climax. She pressed her hips hard against me and shuddered several times. I waited a while before I began thrusting again to finish myself off.
I turned towards her to try and see her face, but she was lying on her side with her back to me. As I turned, she moved a little and my cock, which was semi-erect by now, contacted her bum. It felt so good. I stayed momentarily, intending to pull away, but she murmured something (in Estonian, presumably) and pulled my hand around her. So I snuggled up to her properly, my cock hardening as I pressed against her bum. She made happy noises so I gently held one of her breasts. She covered my hand with hers, but she was obviously still sleeping, so I didn't go any further.
Lying there pressed against her warm, smooth body was lovely. If more sex was on the menu later, then great, but If she shrieked and ran away when she woke up; I had some good memories. Well, fragments of good memories anyway. We lay there for some time, her breathing slow and steady. Eventually my erection slackened. Her breast felt good in my hand. It wasn't very big, but it was round and firm.
Another image popped into my head: a nipple, hard and erect, saliva glistening on it as I moved my head off it. It was light brown with a large areola. She giggled as I moved to the other one. My erection returned. The girl wriggled a little as she felt it, but she didn't pull away. I pressed into her bum a little. She murmured something again, but I couldn't catch it.
Some time later I felt the need for more water, so I slipped out of bed again and drank another glass. This time I thought to fill another glass for her, which I put on the nightstand beside the bed. When I returned to the bedroom, she was still asleep, but had turned over, so when I slipped carefully back into bed, she was facing me. She was beautiful in the soft morning light. I didn't try to wake her; I was happy to watch her sleeping face. If only I could put a name to it other than 'mushroom'.
It was a full hour later, but still early when she awoke. Her eyes looked at me unfocused for a few seconds, before she recognised me. Then, gloriously, she smiled and I remembered her name: Saskia! Lovely, funny, sexy, bubbly Saskia! Most of the previous evening and night came back to me then. After we'd met, by which time I'd already had too much to drink, we'd talked and talked. Her English was excellent. She told me she was in London for a conference, which had been very useful to her. She'd come to the bar for the last night drinks party but it had been low-key because most of the delegates were older men. She'd had to fend a few of them off, but once she'd met me it was better, she said. I couldn't remember what the conference was about or what she did, but I hoped that would come out later.
She hadn't shrieked and leapt out of bed, so far, so I was very pleased and inevitably was getting hard again.
"I brought you some water." I said indicating the glass on the nightstand.
"Oh. Thank you," she replied, sitting up to drink it, allowing the duvet to fall away exposing her breasts. They were beautiful. Round, firm pert.
She looked at me speculatively, I thought, then said:
"I will go to bathroom. Then I come back. You wait, yes?"
My cock got harder on hearing that. It was clearly an invitation to more sex, I thought, but I cautioned myself to not react too strongly. I explained where the bathroom was.
