Lynx Book 2: A Callie Torres Story

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Jada woke up the next morning naked and hungover. After rolling onto her side, Jada opened her eyes for the first time and tried to focus on the bedroom wall in between dizzy spells.

She felt nauseous and like shit in general. Her body ached in soreness from the awkward position she had fallen asleep in, she had a headache, and from the ungodly amount of alcohol she consumed last night.

It was so bad she couldn't even keep her eyes open. Jada couldn't focus on anything visually and had the rocking feeling that she was on a boat bouncing in the waves. She was also naked. And she had no idea how she was naked.

Even attempting to think made her blazing headache worse. Jada could not remember to save her life why she was naked. She remembered Callie challenging her to a shot contest and that she had won, but Jada didn't remember if she had gotten to take advantage of Callie on the bottom.

Jada decided to wake up her wife because she wanted to know if they did have sex, or if she had subconsciously ripped off her clothes because drinking enough to have a hangover made Jada sweat at night.

Her coordination was as about as good as a newborn's. Jada reached over and swatted for Callie went she didn't feel her wife behind her. Deciding to check in front of her, she slapped her hand down with a loud smack.

"Ouch," Callie groaned. "You just smacked me in the fucking face."

Leaving her hand on Callie's face, Jada giggled. "Sorry cutie."

"Jada?"

"Mhm, that's me," she replied as she tapped her hand on Callie's forehead to reinforce her point. "Right here."

"Can you get your hand off of my face please?"

Jada didn't register her wife's question at all until she felt the cold air on the bottom of her hand from the warmth it had just vacated. She had no idea where her hand was or what direction it was facing. So Jada continued to flop her arm around until she heard another groan from her wife.

"Babe," Callie complained again. "That's my boob."

She giggled and decided to lightly squeeze Callie's breast. "That it is."

Jada stretched out and accidentally kneed Callie right in the side. She felt Callie slide over slightly before deciding to follow her.

"Jada, you're the devil."

She nodded. "Mhm." Taking a deep breath, Jada added, "I feel high."

"Huh?" Callie asked. "We don't do weed right? I didn't think we did." She sighed, "I am still so gone right now."

"I want to get high," Jada found herself mumbling. "That sounds fun."

Taking caution not to smack her wife this time, Jada gently laid her arm across Callie's chest. "Callie?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I touched your boob."

They both laughed. "Yeah you did," Callie replied groggily.

"Can I touch it again?"

"Sure thing."

Although Jada really wanted to, she could not cognitively move her hand where she wanted it to be. Instead, she didn't even move.