Waking up at Tayla’s

Never have I ever felt as bad as I do right now.

Both mentally and physically. I felt so sick, my stomach churning, my head feeling like it was moments away from exploding. And the entire time I laid there on a single mattress on what appeared to be Tayla's bedroom floor, my heart hurt just as much, knowing I had caused some problems last night.

I didn't know what time it was but the room was light enough to know it was morning. I had only just opened my eyes but I hadn't moved a single muscle, laying silently.

That's when I heard voices from up on top of the main bed of the room. I closed my eyes pretending to still be asleep to hear them.

"Come on, just a quickie."

"No, stop it Declan."

"He won't hear, he's still asleep," the male voice repeated, "I'll be on top this time if you want."

"Declan, I'm not doing anything right now."

"Blowy? Surely a fucking handy at least?"

"Declan, no."

There was a groan from the male. The blonde hair boy was **** for some action from his girlfriend but Tayla wasn't about to do anything with him while I was in the room.

With my eyes still closed, I heard Declan get up, "Well I've got to go, boys are playing a round of golf this morning."

"Whatever, you do that."

The two didn't say anything else, Declan grabbed his clothes from the floor, dressed himself and was out of the bedroom in a flash. I had my eyes open now, Tayla couldn't see me from her spot on the bed but by the sounds of her tapping away, I knew she was on her phone.

I was too hungover to move. It wasn't until Tayla got out of the bed herself that she knew I was awake.

"Morning Leo," she said quietly, "How are you feeling?"

Tayla was wearing a baggy white t-shirt and nothing but panties underneath.

"Ah, can't say I'm great right now," I said rubbing my head.

Opening up the top draw of her bedside table, Tayla found some Panadol tables. She brought it down to me with her pink water bottle she also had on the table, "Here, you need this, I'll be back in a few minutes after a shower."

The brunette left me alone to take the Panadol, returning to the room in no longer than five minutes. She entered the bedroom in just a white towel, covering all her best bits, her long brown hair looked great, running down her back, wet from the shower.

With her back to me, she started to look through her wardrobe.

"Did you want me to leave?" I asked her, realising she needed to change.

"No it's cool," she quickly replied very casually.

I watched from behind as she pulled out a white pair of cotton panties. I may have struggling with a hangover but to watch her step into her underwear and pull it up, underneath her towel was a very erotic sight.

"Soo... you had a big night last night huh? How much do you remember of it?"

My cock hard, I tried my best to ignore it, trying to answer her honestly, "Enough to know that I'm feeling pretty embarrassed right now."

Tayla continued to talk despite facing away from me. She undid her towel so now I was staring at her bare back and incredible booty now in white panties.

"I still can't believe you got with Bella," she said, pulling out a plain white bra from the wardrobe, "You realise how pissed off Rose was last night, yeah?"

I took a second to reply, my eyes locked in on the back of Tayla. The brunette held the bra around her, the opposite way to do it up first before spinning it around and pulling it up for the cups to cover her perky breasts.

"I don't know what I was thinking... I feel awful."

Tayla slipped into some black leggings followed by a casual white crop top before she finally turned around, "You weren't thinking, not with this anyway," she said, pointing to her brain, "But you were sloshed and we all make mistakes when we're drunk."

"What did the other girls say when they found out?" I asked, panicked I had ruined everything.

The brunette sat up on the bed with a hairbrush, running it through her wet hair, "You haven't burned all bridges yet if that's what you're asking... but you're going to need to sort it out with Rose as soon as possible."

"Like today?"

Tayla shook her head right away, "Tomorrow back at school. Not today, one, you're hungover as a dog and need to sleep and two, Rose is always in a bad mood on Sunday's, you'll always get a better response from her on Monday."

She was spot on.