Lesbophobia

6

I feel my body waking up and flutter my eyes open. But I immediately shut them again as painfully bright light shines through a crack in the curtains and makes my head pound. I groan and want to turn to my side, but I am stopped by a weight on my arm. 

I slowly turn my head and see the girl from last night. She's still fast asleep and snoring very softly. I frown and lift the covers a little bit with my free hand. I sigh as I realise not entirely naked, still wearing panties. That makes me a little glad.

She groans and her eyes open softly. I peek at her, because fully opening my eyes hurts. She doesn't really look phased by the whole thing. But then she blinks and lifts up the covers. She closes her eyes for a second and then opens them again.

"Morning," I say and she looks at me for a second, my head still pounding.

"Goodmorning," she replies and I remove my arm softly from under her neck. It was starting to feel numb. 

"I don't remember anything after you bought me that drink, I must have drank more than I realised," I whisper and she nods.

"I don't remember much either. You just said something about needing attention and then you kissed me and after that there's not much that comes to mind. Did we sleep together?" she asks and I frown. 

"I don't know, according to me wearing panties not, but I am not wearing a shirt or a bra... I don't know. Do you feel like we slept together?" I ask and she shrugs.

"I don't really care." That kind of makes me angry, I do want to know if we slept together. I should let her know that I don't just sleep around when I am drunk. But defending myself makes me probably look like a freak and a psycho. So instead I shrug and slowly sit on the edge of the bed. It's actually my bed. Oh no, did I bring her home? My parents are home.

I internally groan and prey they're already gone by the time we leave my room. 

I pick up a shirt laying next to my bed, teenagers room, what can you do about the mess right, and pull it over my head. It used to belong to my father, but he didn't want it anymore and I said I would use it as a pyjama shirt. It's just a band shirt, I don't even know the band, but it's comfortable.

I slowly stand up and feel my head pounding. After standing for a whole minute I decide I do not need to puke and it's okay to walk to the bathroom and get a glass of water and some painkillers.

"You need some painkillers?" I ask softly, turning around to face her. She shakes her head and I nod. 

When I am in the bathroom I decide to also pee, because I hadn't realised it but I needed to pee really badly. So I pee, swallow my painkillers and go back to my bedroom. No sign of my parents here, but the door leading to the staircase is shut, meaning I wouldn't be able to hear them even if they were.

When I enter my bedroom I see the girl, I might have forgotten her name (I'll look it up in my phone later), already dressed in her dirty clothes from yesterday evening. She has opened the curtains and I curse under my breath as the sunlight pours into the room.

"I should go. But I was serious yesterday, you should text me. My friends loved you." I nod and she walks up to me. She kisses my cheek and says she'll show herself out. I mentally thank her; I just want to go back to bed and sleep off my hangover.

After a few minutes I hear the front door shut softly and I lay back on bed. I had literally no idea what had happened last night, but I think I would feel it if I'd had sex. So with that soothing thought I fall back to sleep.