Check on the sleeping guy.

You glance at him again, and the guy seems to be sleeping soundly. Carefully, you tip-toe over to him. He really is hot. The guy kind of reminds you of one of those Hollywood actors or male models that you'd see in a magazine. A shoot of pain flashes through you and you wince slightly. Your head begins to ache horrendously and fuzzy memories come flooding back.

You remember being at one of those clubs that does foam parties, and you can recall the guy sucking a tequila shot out of your navel. The next memory is you and him hungrily making out in the foam, and you touch your lip. So that's why you're naked? You frown to yourself, wondering how you even got here, and turn to the guy again. Was his name Max or something? His chest rises and falls slightly as he sleeps, and you wonder whether you should wake him up or not. But how? You tap his shoulder slightly but he stays asleep, and you think about those cheesy fairytales that do a kiss to wake the princess up. How about a kiss to wake up the sleeping stranger? After making a mental note to send the premise of that to Disney, you go up close to the guy and peck him lightly on the lips.

His eyes snap open, and he stares at you bewildered for a quick moment. What shocks you is how he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses you back passionately. His tongue flicks across your own and you run your hands through his hair. He doesn't know your name, you don't know his, you haven't even bothered to speak to each other, but somehow, you're fine with it. After around a minute, you finally pull away sighing. "Hi," you finally say, still slightly shocked.

"Hi." he replies. His voice is kind of deep and really hot. There's a bit of an awkward silence in the air until you say, "Do you know how you . . . we . . . got here? I'm Courtney by the way."

"Well, Courtney, I'm Blake. And no, I don't remember getting here, I just remember getting drunk. And I remember drinking from your navel. I know you remember too." You smile and prop yourself up on your arms. When Blake looks down, you do as well and notice that your robe has opened, exposing your breasts. Great. You begin to tie it up, but Blake stops you, lightly grabbing your arm. "Maybe, just maybe, you can keep it open and we can have some fun. . . your choice." You smirk at him, and wonder whether you want to fuck Blake, or if you just wanted a kiss.