SV5 - One Shots

What the Hell Happened Last Night?

Before I even opened my eyes I could sense that I was not alone in my bed. There was no-one touching me, but I could feel the mattress dipping on one side under the weight of another body.  Another thing that put me on high alert was the fact that I was laid right on the edge of the bed instead of my usual spot slap bang in the middle. I groaned as my head began to pound.   I couldn't remember a single thing about the night before.  You'd think I'd learn not to mix my drinks, wouldn't you?  Obviously I'm a slow learner.   I always did it, and it always resulted in the hangover from hell. 

Slowly I opened my eyes, wincing as the bright sunlight hit me.    Sure enough,  there besides me in the bed was a man.  Not just any man.  A naked man.  A man that had absolutely no covers over him as I was hogging the duvet.  Laying on his stomach, his head was turned away from me, his overly long blonde curls splayed over my white Egyptian cotton pillow case.    

My eyes moved downwards, taking in his rippling back muscles, finally coming to rest on the peachiest, sexiest arse known to mankind.  If the front view was as good as the back view then I was already regretting my lack of memories of last night and how I'd ended up with this stranger in my bed. 

I clutched the duvet tighter around me, biting down on my bottom lip as I tried to figure out what to do.  There would be no walk of shame for me.  This was my own bedroom.  I couldn't just sneak off before he woke up.  Gingerly I lifted the duvet away from my chest and glanced underneath it.   I groaned as I discovered that I too was naked.  What had I done?   Had I had sex with a total stranger?   If I had it was out of character for me, but the evidence was hard to ignore.  

I sat up slightly and glanced around my room. By the slightly open door I could see a red Lycra heap that resembled the dress I'd been wearing.   Next to it was a green and blue plaid shirt.  

My eyes traveled nearer to the bed.  There was a pair of Adidas trainers that definitely weren't mine, a pair of black jeans, and what looked like a pair of black boxers. 

Hanging over the top of the lamp on the side of the bed where the man was laying was a familiar looking black lace thong. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.  What was I gonna do?   And where the fuck was my bra? 

As quietly as I could, I slipped my legs from under the covers and lowered my feet to the floor.  I eyed up the door.  I had to go to the bathroom desperately.  Should I take the duvet? Or should I just make a run for it? 

Spotting my handbag on the floor by the door, I had an idea.    My phone should be in there.  If I could get to the bathroom with it I could ring my best friend, Megan, up.  That wouldn't help my current predicament but it might help to answer the one question that was on my mind.  What the hell happened last night?

***

Seb groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert, apart from the bit of dribble he felt seeping out the corner of his mouth. His head felt like there was a marching band inside it. 

He moved his hand up to his face, feeling a damp patch on the cool cotton of his pillow from where he'd been drooling in his sleep. He groaned again as he realised he had no recollection of how he had got back to his hotel. What a state to get into Sebastian, he thought.

The last thing he remembered was playing a game of pool in the sports bar his brother, Fabian, had dragged him into. They'd already been half drunk before they'd left the hotel, if he'd have been sober he might have thought twice about going in there.

He didn't usually go into places he was unfamiliar with, but as he was over in the U.K. to support Fabian in a sport's car race at Silverstone everywhere was unfamiliar.