Yes and he is having a lazy hangover day

You wake up thanks to an irritating beam of sunlight doing its best to burn through your eyelids. You're groggy as hell and it takes you a moment or five to figure out where you are. Clearly, it's morning and the shapely arm across your chest hints that you're in bed with a woman. The dirty blonde locks tug at a memory in your hazy brain but it takes you about a minute to realize that the cute face belongs to Laura, the cheerleader who was the first to suck you off at the party last night. The strain of thinking gets your head pounding as if an army of little gnomes were hammering inside your skull. You groan quietly and stand up, your bladder insisting that it's time to hit the bathroom and not stay in bed. As you stand up, the blanket slips to the side, revealing that Laura sleeps nude. She really has a tight, athletic body. Curiously, she's still wearing soft looking stockings and some sort of fluffy shoes with a modest heel.

Not that you have time to ponder that. In a hurry, you rush to the door that you desperately hope leads to a bathroom. Your luck holds, as it indeed is a bathroom. While emptying your bladder, you realize you smell, so you smoothly step in the shower and let the hot water wake you up and soothe your hangover. After some time, you come to senses sufficiently to try to piece together the night - but with little success. You recall that there was a third pretty girl sucking you off after Ms.Red Minidress, and then you played a drinking game with some guys for a while, which you lost, which meant that the dude who won got to select who sucked you off next. You barely recall a hazy image of some brunette, but no details. At some point, you furiously skull-fucked some poor girl in the backyard, and you think you did tequila shots. Or jägerbombs. Probably both. It's all a big, jumbled mess.

Finished with the shower, you towel yourself off and step back into Laura's dorm room. She's still sleeping or at least trying to, as she opens one eye when you sit on the edge of her bed.

"How's your head?"

You shake it but that just makes your headache worse, so with a moan you collapse next to her.

"I'm not surprised. Julia and Pamela had to help me carry you here. You were completely shit faced at the end", she explains with a yawn. She then passes a remote control to your hand.

"Watch something while I sleep a little longer, ok", she whispers, rolling away from you and pulling the blanket up to her ears. Oh well, for once you're not feeling even remotely horny, so you thumb the little portable TV on that's sitting on the edge of her desk.

The first channel is showing some day-time soap, which depressingly looks exactly like soaps before. So you flip the channel.

"The Aphrodite Summer Collection is here", a sultry female voice announces. "Your legs and feet are your best assets, and you are a Goddess who deserves the best", it continues, as the camera follows a lithe model wading through water at some tropical beach, wearing just a flimsy bikini and turquoise stockings. Are they latex? "Aphrodite - it's what you deserve", the voice declares as the model smiles to the camera, now lying on the beach on her back, both feet up in the air and the latex stockings shining in the sunlight.

Huh. Well, it does make sense that commercials would be at least a little different. The next couple ads are mundane and boring, but then comes an ad about heels, that extolls the convenience of their multi-use:

"Maravilloso - the shoes that can handle hot days in the café, on the beach, and in the water! Completely waterproof, you can rinse the sand off when it's time for a meal. With hyper-advanced sole technology, the wedge heel offers 300% better stability on the soft ground compared to our competitors!" Throughout the ad, a group of models wearing what looks like perfectly normal wedge platforms made out of cork or something, frolick around some Mediterranean port town and its beaches.

You flip the channel. Now it's some police procedural. You vaguely recall the show from before. They've replaced the hard-as-nails lady detective with another dude though. You brainlessly enjoy the chase sequence for few minutes as the maverick detectives bust down some **** dealer. Soon they are in court and the actress who used to play a detective is now a lawyer or something - and you can understand why because she's wearing an extremely short pinstripe skirt-suit with sky-high spike heels. She couldn't catch a toddler. Her dark lace stockings have multiple elaborate illustrations on them and you know this because she spends the entire scene perched on the edge of a desk, knees crossed, showing her legs off. And what legs they are!

Suddenly you realize that your head really doesn't hurt that bad and that your dick is getting hard.

"Hey, Laura", you prod at the sleeping beauty, who merely grunts something unintelligible. "Laura, come on, Laura", you keep shaking her shoulder.

"Laura, did we fuck last night?" That finally gets her attention. "No, we didn't. You ejaculated at least ten times at the party and by the time we got here, you promptly passed out, and even your dick went limp at that point, so no, we haven't done it", she explains.

"Well, I'm kinda horny again, and we did have a deal", you say. Oh wow, that was really lame. You curse yourself.

"I know we had a deal", Laura admits, turning to look at you. "But I'm really not in the mood right now. Are you cool with a rain check? Maybe little later today?"

You can't help but frown a little. You are horny. Pushing Laura though, probably not the coolest thing to do. Not to mention, there are probably less hungover co-eds nearby, who would be quite happy to fellate you.