Nausea

As you sit at the table, staring at the girl across from you, you can feel the effects of the **** starting to wash over your brain. Everything felt hazy and unreal; you would move your head slightly to the right and it felt like it would take a minute for your brain to catch up. You try to take a few deep breaths to steady yourself in hopes that it will prevent you from falling out of your chair onto your face.

"Well?" Melody asks after a few minutes. You try to steady your focus on her. You are not exactly sure what she was getting at, and she must have read the confusion on your face. "Jesus, you're dense." She sighs in annoyance.

"What do you mean?" You ask, words slurring a bit. You are finding it hard to keep up with the conversation.

"Oh, I dunno." She rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively. "You just admitted you want to get freaky with me six ways from Sunday and I thought I made it pretty clear that I was down for all of it." She stares you in the eyes again. "Do I have to draw you a fuckin' diagram? Here's a hint: it involves your dick, like five different parts on my body, and that giant-ass bed in the other room."

"I...what?" You find yourself muttering unintelligibly.

"Oh, for Christs sake." She sighs and stands up. "Guess I gotta be a little less vague, huh?" She walks over to you unsteadily, but with purpose. She grabs your hands and tugs on your arms. "Up. Now. Come on." You rise to your feet obediently, which proves to be a bit of a mistake as your equilibrium goes crazy and you barely manage to stay up right.

Of course, no sooner do you find your footing, then Melody grabs the sides of your face and look you dead in the eye. "Okay, Jack." She says slowly. "Pay attention, all right?" You nod as best as possible in her grip. "Good." She drops her hands off your face, then immediately reaches between your legs and grabs your semi-erect cock roughly in her right hand. You let out an involuntary sound of surprise. "Put. This. In. Me." She states, accentuating every syllable. The annoyance in her eyes fades and the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile as she feels your grow in her grip. "Well!" She says satisfyingly. "I'm glad someone has got the game plan."

She begins to stroke your cock through your pants, coaxing it to grow to full size. You can't stop yourself from letting out a moan with how good her touch feels. You want to retain control of the situation, but your mind can barely focus on anything besides her touch and you don't have the willpower to make her stop. You are so lost in the pleasure, you almost don't notice when she unbuckles your belt and pulls your pants down around your ankles. Now on her knees, Melody greedily slips her hand up the right leg of your boxers and wraps her cool fingers around your shaft.

"Mmmm." She licks her lips in anticipation. You gaze down at her and notice she is staring at the small wet spot on the front of your boxers where your excited erection had leaked some pre-cum. She leans forward and slowly opens her mouth. She extends her tongue out and licks your cock-head through the boxers, savoring the taste of your cum. She proudly watches your body shiver from her teasing before licking it again, this time slower and more tantalizingly. With another moan, you throw your head back and close your eyes, soaking in the amazing feeling. This proves to be another mistake, throwing off your internal equilibrium once more. The room starts to spin furiously.

"You like this, don't you?" Melody says after retreating her tongue back into her mouth. Her right hand slowly strokes the length of your member. "Tell me how it makes you feel."

"I...I..." You struggle for the words.

"C'mon, I want to hear you say it." She goads you on, before licking your head again, a little more roughly.

"I feel...feel...sick."

"Huh?" Melody immediately stops jerking you off in confusion. That was obviously not what she was expecting. "What did you just say, Jack?"

"I feel sick." You reiterate, trying to get a handle on the spinning room unsuccessfully.

"Oh, well excuse the fuck out of me!" She yells angrily, pulling her hand out of your boxers. Her face goes red with embarrassment and ire. "So I disgust you, is that it? You lead me on with all this talk about how bad you want to sex me up and get me all hot and bothered, just to fucking humiliate me again?"

"No, that's not..." You try to say, but she cuts you off.

"Oh my god, you had me practically sucking your cock." She sounded mortified now and tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "How could you be so fucking cruel?" She cries out at you angrily.

"No, that's not it! I..." You try to explain, but feel a giant wave of nausea wash over you. "Oh God." You mutter and immediately rush toward the bathroom, knocking the shell-shocked girl in front of you on her ass. Despite the pants around your ankles, you manage to get to the toilet in time to lift the lid before the unfortunate effects of far too much drinking wreak havoc on your body and you proceed to violently re-experience your last few meals until you black out.