Waking up with Tiffany

You wake up to a warm naked body next to you, some hair in your face, and a general smell of body fluids in the air. And a massive headache. Slowly, last night's events come back to you.

You had gotten a bit too drunk, and had taken Tiffany, the american girl you spent all of last day with, home to your apartment. The sex had been good enough, or as good as sex between two new partners in a heavily drunk state can be.

You stirr, and your movement seems to wake up Tiffany. "Morning lover." she greets you with a husky voice. "Last night was... certainly something." She turns around, pressing her tits against your body, before having a look at her smartwatch. "That late already? Wow, we slept in." "We did both drink a lot last night." She giggles "and we certainly didn't go to sleep all that early either. Not that i'm complaining."

Now come the usual post hook up logistics issues. Tiffany does not have any spare clothing, or even spare underwear with her. The same goes for toiletries, like a toothbrush, make-up, and so on. You are happy that you took her to your place, and not the other way around. Not that fucking in a hostel would have been much of a possibility anyway. You can give her an unused toothbrush. But you doubt any of your underwear will fit her. As you get up, walk to your drawer and get dressed, Tiffany start searching for her underwear. Her bra is on the ground, and her panties are tangled in the bed sheets. She is lucky that she took it off before things got to steamy last night, it does not show a wet spot anymore. "Not the most hygenic option, i know, but it will have to do." You look her up and down again. Gosh she's hot. You really hope you can fuck her again, and maybe without being black out drunk. "I can offer you breakfast in our kitchen, i have a spare unused tooth brush, and you can take a shower here if you want to." You try to play the acomodating host. "I have a roommate, Claire. She's nice. She's probably already up." Tiffany smiles gratefully "sounds awesome, thanks John, now it seems that i left my dress outside in your kitchen, common room, whatver." Still wearing only her underwear, she steps towards the door. "Wait, Claire is probably in there." You explain, implicidly offering to get her dress for her. "And?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, and opens the door.