I woke up the next morning on the recliner. I felt awful. Not the typical hangover that I was used to. I had a bad headache and my stomach just wasn't right. Really not right. Much worse than my usual hangover.
I sat there for a moment taking in the scene before me. Jack and Jim were on the couch, one at each end, and Alex was on the floor, face down with a spilled bowl of Doritos next to him.
There wasn't a stich of clothing in sight. Not on any bodies, not on the furniture, not even on the floor.
There were beer bottles and liquor bottles everywhere, mostly on the kitchen table but some on the floor and end tables.
The place was a mess. And I was sticky. My neck, my chest, my upper thighs. Not ridiculously sticky, but enough that I noticed. I eventually figured out that this was most likely from the "sloppies".
I closed my eyes and tried to piece the night together. The thinking made my head hurt more. And apparently my stomach didn't like thinking about it either because I got super nauseous.
I headed into the master bath. I didn't want to wake anyone up. And yes, I puked. I puked a lot.
Once my stomach had been purged and my forehead adequately cooled by resting on the bowl, I rinsed my mouth out in the sink and used a washcloth to clean my sticky spots. Then I crawled into the bed.
And I was out like a light.
When I woke up it was late morning. The guys were hollering at the TV. ESPN was blasting. I found my bag and dug out my boxers. I wasn't feeling sexy at all.
I wandered out into the kitchen where Jack saw me.
"You look like shit!"
I felt like shit. It was bad. Jack mixed me up some concoction and handed it to me along with a couple slices of bread.
"Go back into the bedroom and eat the bread then drink this. Chug it all.at once."
I did as he said. I choked down the bread and swallowed the cocktail. It was a bit sweet but not awful. A few minutes later I felt unbearably tired and climbed back into bed.
I noticed it was dark outside as I rushed for the bathroom. I was pretty much cleaned out.
I went back out I to the living room. There was a baseball game on and the guys were drinking pretty hard again. I couldn't understand how they did it.
Jack spotted me again. "You look better! Let's get you one more round."
I definitely felt better. I still had a little bit of a headache and my stomach was still queasy but I definitely felt better than earlier. He handed me more bread and mixed up another glass of his potion. I walked back to the bedroom and consumed my bread and cocktail. As before, I became sluggish and tired and quickly fell asleep.
I noticed it was still dark out as I raced for the bathroom. Anything I had left inside me evacuated my body. Once I stood up and flushed I realized that I felt amazing.
I don't mean that the headache was gone and my stomach felt better, I mean I felt awesome!! I was full of energy, I was hungry, and my cock was rock hard! I dont know what Jack had given me but that hangover was history.
After showering and brushing my teeth, I felt even better. I put on my boxers and left the bedroom.
The place was still trashed. Not only had they not cleaned up anything from the night I was drinking, they had just added to it. There were empty bottles everywhere. Empty chip bags and pizza boxes were spread out on the floor. The bowl of Doritos that had been spilled was still there but looked like someone had been eating them.
The guys were all passed out on the chair and couch, fully dressed this time. The TV was blasting Sports Center.
I turned down the TV and went into the kitchen where I cooked myself some eggs and sausage, which I then quickly devoured. I made some coffee too.
I was no longer hungry but I was still horny and full of energy. I went back into the bedroom. I didn't want to wake anyone up. But I couldn't sit still.
I found myself drawn to the closet. I had left it a mess and thought I'd clean it up and maybe organize it some for Jack. I pulled out everything that was piled up on the floor and spread it out.
He had definitely just dumped her clothes out of the drawers and on top of her expansive collection of shoes. I've never understood the shoe thing. She had sneakers and jellies all the way up to 6 inch stilettos. There had to be 30 or 40 pairs of shoes.
I separated everything into piles. Bras, panties, stockings, pantyhose, shirts, shorts.... So many clothes.
I neatly stacked the shorts and shirts in the back corner behind the now straighted out shoes. I reached for the panties next but stopped. They were so silky and pretty. And those bras really didn't have very big cups. The nylon stockings felt pretty nice too.
I picked up the undergarments and headed into the bathroom. The bras fit me surprisingly well. And I loved how the panties and stocking felt. I checked myself in the mirror. I was a little surprised at how feminine I looked in the purple bra and panties and my legs looked amazing in the stockings.
I pulled a couple of outfits out of the closet and went back into the bathroom. I tried on different skirts and blouses. I even found a little miniskirt that looked amazing on me.
Fuck I felt sexy!!! I was even leaking precum into the pink panties I had put on!
I decided to put everything back. I was getting too worked up. But as I hung up the skirts I looked in the tight, hard to reach corner and spotted the lingerie. The purple teddy caught my eye. I also liked the sexy bra/g-string combos and garter belts. And of course, the costumes.
Naughty cop, French maid, sexy pirate, nurse, school girl, little red riding hood, Alice in Wonderland thing, little devil costume. And these weren't cheap, one time use outfits. These were really nice quality.
