Hangover Sunday

You awake with a splitting headache. How much had you drank? You cast around for your phone. 3 o'clock. You push your head into your pillow. Shit. You should have been applying for jobs, but instead you had been a bum and slept in. How many drink had you had? You can't remember. You try to think of the night before. Lula, you remembered her that was for sure, but there was someone else. Yara? Yes, that's right. What else... You think, but your mind wanders back to the feeling of soft skin on your cheek and lips, the press of her body and the smell of her. You shudder. Coffee, that'll sort it. You stand, staggering to the kitchen of your tiny flat, pulling off the clothes from last night until you are in your underwear. You slam the kettle on and shove some coffee in a cup. You sigh and massage your head as it boils. A little crack of light splits the counter. You follow it curiously to the window, pulling up the blind. The light sears your eyes, the golden light touching your bare midriff all too hot. You recoil suddenly, hissing softly with the sharp pain. You look down. Unharmed. Ugh, what a stereotype. You pull the blind back down angrily as the kettle pings ready. The coffee tastes rank, and doesn't help. You pour it down the sink and head to the shower. A douse in warm water does you good, but by the time you step out its dark already. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your skin is pale, big surprise, but what does surprise you is your shape. Your breasts seem... plumper somehow, and your waists tucks in a little tighter. You pull at an ass cheek, feeling it spring back into shape better than before. Huh. Your eyes are little more sparkly too, and you are starting to feel better finally. With a whistle you brush your teeth, watching your eyes in the mirror the whole time. You dress modestly with a pair of shorts and a sports bra, back in pajamas again. It wasn't a lot of fabric, but you weren't feeling cold despite the lack of heating. You switch your computer on, opening up Discord as usual:

SweetGurl: uggghhhh weere are those three
MummaMar: I'm sure they'll be online soon <3. Hangover probs. lol
V: I'm here
SweetGurl: oh heeyyyy, they didn't scare you away lmao
V: Haha, not at all. We had a wonderful time :kiss:. They may be a little out of action however :wink:
SweetGurl: HAHAHAH, yeah i bet. wanna play one?
MummaMar: Haha, I bet. Those two are party animals, and sure Giuli <3
V: I'm keen

You look up at the voice chat to see it empty, the messages being from some hours ago. You lean back and close your eyes. What had you done last night? Somehow you didn't think you had that much to drink. But you remember Yara sprawled on Lula's bed and yourself staggering home and falling asleep in your clothes. You had to have been wasted, right? You try to push your mind into the places it was struggling to remember, but instead found only the sensation of her tongue on yours, her thigh pressing into you softly, and her shining eyes. You hold your lip under your top teeth as your hand slides down your shorts, fingernails sliding your slit apart. You apply some soft pressure to your clit as you remember her bent over, showing you her tits. God, her just standing in that dress makes you quiver. The sound of a Discord message snaps you back. You look to see that there is a new entry on your server:

Yarayara: sory i wasnt on, i got a new piercing!

Followed by a closeup picture of her bare breast, extraordinarily pale and pert, with a black metal spike through her pointed nipple.

Yarayara: whatcha think?
V: Very nice :naughtyface:
SweetGurl: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, hello titty lol
Yarayara: yeah :meanface: hope it looks sexy af
SweetGurl: i gessss???? idk how lesbians like lmao
V: Superhot :chilipepper:

You bite your lip harder. Yara's breast looks so supple and plump, it arouses you all over again. You feel your hand begin to slide down your pants again as you stare at the picture when a ping from you DM's interrupts you. You put your hand back on the mouse and frown. Were you really about to rub one out at the thought of your friend? You rarely masturbated, let alone to women or people you know. You flip over to the message:

MummaMar: What happened last night? Are you there?
Cassette: Yep dw it was just a bit of a session haha
MummaMar: Are you okay with Yara showing her breast like that? It's a bit
MummaMar: Idk

You frown. Why shouldn't she show her lovely breast? Marie had always been a bit of a prude.

Cassette: of course! we're all adults, and she has nice tits lol

There was a long pause as the 'typing' symbol went on and off under Marie's name. Then:

MummaMar: I suppose.
Cassette: Dont worry Marie she's just a bit excited on lula. not had a gf for a while
MummaMar: Yeah I guess :) Never mind

You return to the server to drop in your compliment

Cassette: amazing! did it hurt?
Yarayara: oh yeah, felt cool though. exciting
SweetGurl: whao thats some mascoism shit yara
Yarayara: i guess :meanface: felt good tho
SweetGurl: ahahahah you musta been real drunk hey
Yarayara: sober as a schoolgirl
Yarayara: well a good schoolgirl not a naughty one like we were :winkyface:
SweetGurl: LMAO yeah tru
SweetGurl: still pretty intense even for you yara
Yarayara: i could show you Giuli :knife:
SweetGurl: ew nooooo
Cassette: could be fun lol
Yarayara: yeah see! it is and more fun with friends
Cassette: did you get both?

This was followed by a pause, then a new image of Yara's chest, the image cropped at her upper lip and navel. She had her middle finger up on her free hand and her tongue was sticking out. Her tits looked bigger and perkier, with a black spike in each nipple. Her tongue looked longer as well. You lick your lips, feeling that desire again. You imagine touching her, squeezing her breasts and twisting her spikes. Your hand moves down to your pants again, the other pushing under your bra to feel your own nipples.

SweetGurl: :OO
SweetGurl: in a sharing mood today are we
Yarayara: always! we should meet up giuli its been long
SweetGurl: yasss i wanna see this bdsm queen LMAO
SweetGurl: well since we all here i think wanna game?
Yarayara: yeah lets do it :sunglasses:
MummaMar: Okay :)
V: Sounds good

You gasp as you finally reach orgasm, quivering on your chair as you grip the arm rests. With the orgasm comes clarity. What was going on? Yara posting her tits on your sweet little voice chat server? You masturbating to them, fantasising about your friend? You didn't even realise how much you liked women until this morning. Another ping focuses you back on the chat.

V: Cass? Care to join?
Cassette: yep sorry one sec

You quickly wash your hands and move to change your shorts. As you go to slide them down, a whiff of your sex hits your nostrils. You bite your lip for the millionth time, then slide them back into place. Quickly you hop into the voice chat as your game loads, Marie following close behind. Giuli and Yara are teasing each other about the piercing as you enter:
"You're too much of a pussy any way Giuli."
"Fuck off Yara, I've seen you get spooked by long flights of stairs." Lula laughs with Yara.
"Not an issue anymore, trust me." Yara says. You load up with the rest, trying not to think too much about how good Yara sound's, let alone Lula. She's more confident, her voice smoother and softer while being more bold. You tap your teeth together as you cross your legs.
"Okay there Marie?" Lula asks.
"Yep Lula all good." She replies, her cheery tone obviously compromised to her closer friends.
"I was surprised when Yara sent those pictures too." She laughs. "You girls are so close." Yara laugh's but there's a pause from Marie.
"Yeah I suppose." She says, her voice serious but uncertain. "Yeah it was a surprise." She says with a sigh. "Not used to seeing... well, er."
"Nudity?" Lula proposes.
"Erm, yep I guess."
"No worries." Lula says. "I'm sure we all understand." Marie still sounds concerned. You feel a need to explain things to her somehow, like your messages didn't get the point across.
"Hey Marie." You say. "Why don't we meet tomorrow evening? You don't work then right? We could catch up."
"Oh." Marie paused. "Sure, that sounds good."
"Sweet- oh don't take my Pila!" You say as you watch Giuli hover your favourite character.
You play the game with your friends, the awkwardness washing away. Lula is still ungodly good, but surprisingly Yara isn't far behind with yourself on their tail. The session goes on for a many hours, with midnight passing before people begin to sign off. You say your goodbyes then hop out of the chat. Wow, that was a fun session, you think to yourself. Everything felt perfect; your gamesense, your mechanics, your teamwork (especially with Yara and Lula). You frown at the clock on your wall, realising for the first time that you haven't eaten anything all day. You lick your lips. A little thirsty. A DM pops up:

V: Hiya, you left something at my place last night, can get Yara to drop it by?

Your mind races with possibility, the feeling in your crotch returning.

V: Oooooor I can bring it myself? Up to you

You bite your lip again.