Jessica doesn't remember

„Uuuungh!“ The first thing she felt as she slowly and drowsily woke up was a booming headache, a pulsating pain that made her feel like her head was trapped in a vice.

The second thing she noticed was the taste in her mouth. **** and cigarettes, paired with the typical dryness of a hangover. Tasted like something had crawled into her mouth and died there while she slept… disgusting!

The third thing she realized was that she was sleeping naked on top of a soft bed, the sheets half-way kicked off, only covering her up to her waist. That was… unusual. She wasn’t someone that usually slept in the nude (except after terribly exhausting plane rides).

Slowly and carefully she opened her eyes, wincing at the penetrating ache in her brain. Or a second she did not know where she was, confused and even panicked for half a heartbeat. Then she recognized her own hotel room, relief flooding her body as she remembered: Amsterdam. The sun already stood high on the sky and even with the closed drapes the room was well-lighted.

However, her relief was extremely short-lived when she realized that she had no idea HOW she got here. Closing her eyes again her head dropped back into the pillows with a soft grunt and she clumsily brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. What had happened last night?

She remembered the concert, remembered arriving, meeting some Dutch people who had invited her to join them, remembered smoking a joint with them, then heading inside to take a drink with this guy… Matthias?! After that her memories faded. She remembered dancing during the concert, having more drinks, even faintly recalled coming up to the stage at some point, awkwardly shaking a few hands before retreating and heading back to the dancefloor. She was pretty sure she had joined another group for more weed, though she was not sure about that. The further the evening had progressed the worse her memory got…

“Fucking hell!” she cursed, squeezing her eyes shut as an especially big wave of ache flooded her brain. At least she had somehow managed to get herself back into her room. She had no idea how, but she was back! Things could have been a lot worse.

“Morning!” The soft, sleepy voice from beside her on the bed almost made her fall over the edge with shock. Jumpily she sat up, pain blasting through her head as her eyes went wide with horror as she looked at the naked form next to her on the bed.

“Ohmigod!” she squeaked out with terror as she saw the pale girl lying next to her, as naked as she was, lying on her belly on top of the covers, her sleepy head still half-buried in the sheets, short blonde hair a mess as she smiled at Jessica, a smile that quickly faded at her reaction.

“Jesus!” the girl muttered in a British accent, lifting one hand to rub the sleep from her eyes, Keep it down, will you? I drank a lot yesterday…”

“Fuck!” was all Jessica managed to reply before she acted instinctively, grabbing the sheets and yanking them up to cover her modesty, a move that caused the girl to smirk in amusement.

“Yeah…” the blonde muttered sarcastically, turning and sitting up next to her, making no move to cover her own perky breasts, “Now’s the time to get shy… after last night!”

“Fuck! No! Nonononono…” Jessica groaned, grabbing her head in despair, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing to wake up. This couldn’t be…

“Sooo… you’re not big on flattering a girl the morning after,” the girl uttered in wry amusement before her voice turned a lot more sympathetic. “Hey,” she whispered, gently touching Jessica’s arm, “You okay?”

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself Jessica slowly opened her eyes and looked at the girl. She was pretty, so there was that. Blue eyes, strawberry-blonde hair – which from the looks of it had been in a stylish do the prior evening – a cute, pink mouth… she was definitely pretty.

“Sorry,” Jessica finally managed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to… I… I had a little too much to drink last night…”

“Looks like it,” the girl grinned before putting on a more serious face, “You want me to leave?”

“No!” Jessica blurted out before thinking, embarrassed by her rude behavior, “I just… I…”

“You don’t remember shit from last night…” the girl finished with a pretty smirk, her blue eyes glittering, “Yeah, I figured… Do you remember my name?”

Jessica squinted, trying her best to remember last night, but she didn’t even recall meeting this girl. Blushing she shook her head.

“I am Amanda!” the girl offered a hand and Jessica took it. The girls fingers felt soft and smooth.

“Do you know who I…”

“You are Jessica Alba, movie starlet, world-class beauty and one hell of a fun drunk!” Amanda chuckled before seeing Jessica’s expression. “Sorry,” she apologized again, her hand lightly caressing the soft skin of Jessica’s arm in a comforting manner.

“And did we…”

“Oh yeah!” Amanda nodded, “Sorry to say it, but that was too good to deny…”

“Fuck!” Jessica exclaimed, falling back onto the pillows, her hands covering her face. How the FUCK did this happen? She wasn’t even a interested in girls! Waking up next to some guy was one thing, but a woman?! How and why this had gone down was beyond her.

“Hey, Jessica!” the blonde softly said, “It’s not that bad! I won’t tell people. I’ll savor the memories and the pictures, but…”

“You took PICTURES?!” She sat again up with a start, now genuinely terrified.

“Hey, it was your idea…” Amanda said defensively, surprised by her strong reaction.

Oh god this was a mess. Trying her best to keep her voice down, Jessica spoke. “Why the fuck would I ask that?!”

“Well, you wanted to send them to your ex to make him jealous?”

Mortified Jessica gaped at the blonde. “I did WHAT?” Not only had she had sex with a girl, but she had been stupid enough to document it and send all those to Cash? What the hell was wrong with her?

“Easy, hun!” Amanda calmed her. “I stopped you… I told you to send them in the morning if you still wanted to…”

“Ohgod!” Without thinking Jessica lurched forward and hugged the blonde. That would have been a career-ending mistake, even if Cash didn’t behave like an ass these pics could come out.

“It’s okay…” Amanda muttered, confused by her sudden outburst as she hesitantly hugged her back.

Only after a few moments Jessica realized that they both were naked, their bare breasts pushing against each other in their intimate hug. She could feel the other girl’s nipples poke against her own tits.

“Uhm, sorry!” she mumbled, blushing, trying to pull back out of the hug. For a second she thought Amanda was not going to let her go, but then the girl loosened her grip and the two of them separated, Jessica unable to meet the other girl’s eyes, nervously chewing her lower lip.

“I… uh… I’ll go and grab a shower…” she stammered to end the uncomfortable situation, quickly climbing out of bed.

Amanda leaned back against the bed’s headboard as the Latin actress staggered her way to the bathroom, her eyes glued to the other girl’s thick, little booty, making her lick her lips as she remembered the last night.

As Jessica closed the bathroom door Amanda grabbed her phone from the nightstand, quickly opening the Gallery-mode. The pics she had taken were absolutely juicy. One hand wandered down between her legs, gently rubbing her bare pussy as she flicked through the shots…

Jessica Alba naked, standing in front of the bed, hip cocked to one side as she struck a playful pose, both her pussy and her tits on full display.

Jessica Alba on all fours on the bed, her butt facing the camera, both her shaved cunt and her puckered asshole exposed and displayed as she looked back into the lens, leaving no doubt about her identity.

Jessica Alba kneeling between her own spread legs, mouth lowered to her cunt, her pretty eyes closed as she feasted on the blonde’s pussy.

Jessica Alba lying on her back, holding her legs up with her hands, a look of ecstasy on her face as she was getting finger-blasted, her bald, soaking wet twat stretching around three fingers…

A series of other pictures followed, each of them centered around the pretty starlet in all kinds of poses, some close-ups of her tits, her cunt, even a few deliberately displaying her tiny, wrinkled asshole…

Amanda was well aware of the power and possible profit she held in her hands as her gaze lingered to the bathroom door where she heard the shower run…