I woke up to the sun beating down on my bare back. Damn, I feel like shit. I guess that's what I get for doing 6 keg stands in one fucking night. Ugh, I am such a dumbass. With a groan, I rolled over and squinted my pained eyes at the bottle of Tylenol and glass of water sitting beside me. Slowly but surely, I sat up and stretched my tense muscles, hearing the crack of my back. Jesus, I'm getting to old for this shit. Reaching for the glass of water, I guzzle it down in long gulps with three Tylenols. With a sigh of relief, I finally take in my surroundings to see I'm on the balcony of my two-story house. What a place it was, too. An old frat house from UNOH in boring old Lima. Two stories with a wrap around balcony on the top floor which I turned into two master bedrooms that, may i I mention, the ladies love the fuck out of.
Snapping out of my daydream, I pull myself off the floor only to stumble through the sliding door, over passed out bodies, to my bathroom where I threw my face into the toilet and puked up all the bacardi and grey goose and beer I ingested the night before. The only thing I have ever hated about drinking; puking the shit up the next morning. Shaky and clammy, I pull myself away from the toilet to lean against the wall.
"Good afternoon, Dumbass. How are you feeling?" Jennifer is able to get out before bursting into a fit of giggles. Quite loud giggles, if I may add.
"Dammit, Jen. Shut up, would ya? My head is fucking pounding." I groan out as I squeeze my eyes shut. If that girl wasn't the only person to put up with my bullshit, I would have kicked her ass out a long time ago.
"Don't be rude, Nathan. Or I might not help get your ass ready for tomorrow." And that's when her words hit me.
"Fuck!" I groan out as she helps me off the floor. I completely forgot about my field mission tomorrow. Yeah, you heard me. Everybody passed out in my house know me as that guy who throws great parties but, when I'm not drunk off my ass, I work Special Operations. For those who don't know what that is because you are an illiterate twit, it's basically those black ops games everyone mindlessly plays, except about a thousand times more real. You would not believe the shit I've had to do but, I can't complain. It's fun as fuck. Finally, after trudging through everything on the floors, we make it to my room and what should I find but two naked chicks passed out on my bed. "Um, Jen? Do not tell me I had a fantastic threesome and con't remember it." I say in shock as she pulls a shirt out of my closet and throws it to me.
"Then I'll keep my mouth shut." She says with a smirk as I send a death glare her way.
"Why do I always get to miss the good stuff?" I say with a chuckle as I step out of my pants and grab a clean pair out of my dresser. Jen just laughs along with me as she walks back to the bathroom with me.
"Well, I'm gonna go take care of skank one and two and get everyone out." She says with a smirk. This is our agreement, I throw the parties and she gets rid of the stragglers.
"That would be great," I grab her hips and pull her to my boxer clad body, "unless you would like to join me in here." I plaster a seductive grin on my face as I kiss her neck. She gives a small shutter before putting her hands on my chest and pushing away with a laugh.
"I don't think so! Wash the alcohol stank off yourself then we'll talk." And, at that, she strut away. Swinging her perfectly tan hips that look great in that fitted shirt of hers. I just chuckle before closing the bathroom door and turning on the water.
Twenty minutes later, I walk out of the bathroom pulling on a white t-shirt and combing my fingers through my wet hair. I walked through the now empty house, trying to find Jen. When, lo and behold, I walk past her open door and there she stands in a sexy, black lace bra. The contrast of it to her flawless creme skin and her fire read hair. The way the delicate lace of her panties hug her perfect curves and the bra clings tightly to her full chest. God damn that girl should have been a model.
"If you don't get some clothes on, I don't think I'll be making it to mission practice." I say crossing my arms as she jumps in surprise.
"Dammit, Nathan!" She squeals as she pulls on a pair of skin tight jeans and a low cut tank top. She struts passed me to my room and I smack her ass with a smirk. Only to be rewarded with her middle finger in the air. As I follow her, I'm met with a bullet proof west thrown in my face. With fake hurt plastered on my face, a giggle emits from her full, pink lips and I am oh so tempted to smash mine to them. "Come on, Michaelson. It's time to suit up for training."
