16+ (harsh language and some sexual scenes)
Janaeya and her friends finally get the summer of many chances they've always wanted. Janaeya's possibilities are endless. She is ready to have a summer of fun and relaxation and flirting.
But she is in fo...
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Upon waking, my mouth tastes disgusting. It's dry and tastes like vomit, but has a slight sweetness to it as if I ate something sweet last night, like fruits. What even happened last night?
I sit up in bed, but my forehead protests. The pain is so unbearable and I shy my eyes close immediately and fall back down into my back. I hit something lumpy but I take my time to open my eyes.
"Babe, you're up..."
"Oh, my God, how much did I drink?"
Jamaal stirs and yawns a big yawn.
"Not that much, actually. You have such a low tolerance to alcohol."
I groan and crawl into a ball, my eyes shut. The taste in my mouth makes me want to not talk.
"Are you okay?" Jamaal asks, resting in his elbows. "I mean, besides the hang over. You grew up like, a thousand times last night."
"Really?" I groan again. "I seriously feel like someone is pounding my head with a-ugh! I can't talk..."
"You should come take some ibuprofen and clean your mouth. I'll help you."
"Are you fucking me? I cannot move."
"Alright, I'll bring the stuff to you."
The bed stirs and Jamaal's footsteps pound against the floor, getting further and further away. I wonder if I did anything crazy yesterday. If I had sex with Jamaal, I'd know, right? I'd feel it. Jamaal would also tell me. But he would've stopped me either way, so there's no way I had sex with him. He knows where I stand with that, and so far so good.
Just a couple minutes later, he comes back up and hands me a cup of water.
"I'll drop the pill into your mouth."
"Ummmm, okay."
I take some water into my pith and tit my head up, mouth open wide, Jamaal can drop the pill into it. He does successfully, and I swallow everything with ease.
"There you go." Jamaal takes the cup from me, his hands a little bit shaky, I may add.
"You okay?" I cringe, my head still pounding.
"Mhm." His lips are in his mouth and he nods down.
"Babe, what happened last night? Like, I've been dunk before, once but what happened last night. I don't usually drink that much."
Jamaal sighs, like he has something to tell me.
"Oh, my God, did I get naked? Again?"
He puts the cup down and holds his hand, in a fist, down over his pelvis.
"You basically gave me head." He comes straight out with it.
