Kaylor - Never Go Out Of Style

Chapter 3 - Wildest Dreams

Karlie's POV

I woke up the next morning, on the couch, with the worst hangover in history. All my limbs ache and I could taste alcohol on my lips. My head was pounding, beating like a heart. I sat up slowly, well aware that sudden movements have grave consequences when having a hangover.

Sitting Upright, I saw a few pointers to what happened last night; An empty beer bottle lay sideways on the floor, shot glasses piled up and 4 wine glasses lay in front of the TV. I also noticed a pack of cards laying on the floor, near the bottle and 4 bra's hung from the TV. I looked down. One of them was mine. I was completely naked, in Tay's apartment. Again!

I wrapped the rug, that was used as a makeshift blanket, around me tightly, and steadily rose to my feet. I took one step, then two then more. At least I wasn't too drunk to walk. There was no sign of life anywhere. I rubbed my eyes, while trying to keep the rug on with my armpits - at least that worked, to see that the whole apartment was a mess. Taylor would be pissed. I reached the counter and pulled myself up. I looked up at the cat clock place up near the cupboard, but on the next wall. It read 4:32. I'm not sure if that was AM or PM. I walked to the other end of the apartment and peeked through the large curtains. The sun was up. The traffic seemed busy. It was 4:32 PM. I slept until the late afternoon.

Suddenly I heard a long muffled buzz on the table next to me. It was Taylor's phone vibrating. The sound was piercing my head like a spear and I picked the phone up. I typed in the passcode. It was a text. From her ex- Harry Styles.

"Oh shit" I whispered to my self, even before I had opened the text. As soon as I opened the text, and I noticed what the picture was. It was him, with no clothes on.
"Ewwwww" I wispered, but louder. I scrolled up in search of salvation. I didn't want to see British junk holding his British junk. What I saw when I scrolled up horrified me. It seems Me, Taylor, Este and Alana all sent Harry a little present in our drunkenness - nude selfies.

"Oh shit" I screamed. Styles had us in his grasp. He was free to do anything with what we gave him. I tapped to reply

"Hi Harry, It's Karlie. Look, I know you want to leak all these, but I know that we can easily leak yours too, so please don't. Just keep this between us 5. I promise. Okay, See ya"

Phew. Disaster averted.

I put the phone down again and trotted towards the stairs to Tay's bedroom. I peeped inside. There was Tay, sleeping like a log. I dropped my rug and sneaked inside next to her.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard her moan "Ooohh Karlie! You do it so well!"
I saw that her eyes were closed so she must have been dreaming that. Dreaming about us. Us probably having you-know-what.

I kissed her forehead to soothe her, but she jolted awake and upright. Again I saw her amazing breasts and imagined that I was doing sexy things with them. She relaxed when she reckonised that it was me next to her and she wrapped her arms around me as she slumped back down.

"I'm so glad you came. Y'know, we are alone" she whispered seductively "Why don't we make use of this time?"

We were both naked from the party last night and I could clearly see that she was very horny again. But I didn't know if she would regret it this time. I pinned her down to the bed and climbed on top of her. I could feel her hand reaching for my hole but I batted her hand away. She frowned at me.

"Oh no no" I said "I'm going 50 Shades on you, gurl. Just you watch."

I kissed her neck and she moaned loudly. I reached into her bedside cabinet to find a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and 50cm bit of rope.

"Excellent!" I exclaimed. " but first, do you really want to do this?" I asked. "I wouldn't want to do this without consent. You're my best friend"

"Karls, I've been waiting for this moment my whole life." She replied

"But you said yester.." She put her hand on my mouth.

"Shhh, less talking more sex-ing, or that ropes going in your mouth"

I shut up. I threaded the handcuffs through the bars in her bed's head board and cuffed her hands together. I tied the rope around her mouth and I heard muffled screams, which were turning me on even more. I trailed my hand from her neck, to her breasts, and then down to her nerve endings. I manoeuvred my hand in such a way that she moaned every time I touched her. I could hear her moaning for more. So I gave her more. She moaned harder and before too long, I felt a sticky liquid squirt out. She groaned and her limbs relaxed. I kissed her head and asked

"Wanna do me now, Tay?"