What Happned to me!?

You know the feeling when you don’t want to move and your body feels like lead but some outside seems to persistently irate you to move? Yeah well that’s exactly what I felt the second my consciousness caught up to my body. I could understand two things in that moment. One the silk sheets from under me felt absolute luxurious and second I had the distinct feeling of cool air hitting my rear.

I layed there for what fell like 15 minutes before my brain seemed to finally reach my spinal cord and I could wiggle my fingers to dig for the bed covers. I often toss and turn at night so waking up with my bed covers half off the bed wasn’t foreign to me but this heavy drowsiness was. Never-the- less through shut eyes I tried to find the tip of the these supposed covers to throw over my body. The blanket must of stretched on for ages because I couldn’t seem to find the tip of it?

Instead of finding the fucking corner of the bedsheets my hands instead seemed to make contact with skin. Huh well I guess this confirms that I must of slogged off to fuck someone from last night. Strange I usually leave after a quick (but not so quick) coitus before it got too late in the night, it saved me from the awkward morning of the girls most likely wanting to cuddle or god-forbid “chit-chat”.

After wrapping my hands around the skin I deduced that it’s- it’s a ankle? Huh how did that happen? Had I completely manoeuvred myself on the opposite side of the bed? This was gonna lead to some awkward chats in the morning.

Finally, finally I decided to crack open an eye and asses the situation. Whatever curtains this room had were flimsy at best because the light seemed to my senses. From what I could see was large swaths of burgundy sheets and pillows with a delicate brown-skinned ankle serving as the focal point. To add to the almost picturesque vision were beautiful sun-kissed rays draping over the this mystery person’s ankle and sheets.

I chuckle to myself at this display. Well hey, if there’s anyway to wake up in a strangers house I don’t mind waking up in such a luxurious circumstance.

Wait hold on is this person sleeping the wrong way? Squinting my eyes I finally notice that said foot is actually laying ontop of the pillows aka where the head is supposed to go? Weird.

So I finally, finally I decide to lift my heavy head and deduce my surroundings.

And what I saw made my eyes nearly big out of my head. There was 3 no 4... girls laying on the bed!? Indeed there were 4 mostly short girls, that were all in various states of undress that layed scattered over the bed surrounded in a sea of burgundy. Speaking of bed this one was huge, massive larger than a Californian king even! No wait what was the term called? Alaskan, yes this was the size of an Alaskan size bed!

As my brain continued to chug along various tid bits of information started to come together. Somehow I Callum Weircsheisen had managed to secure the biggest lay of my life last night and I don’t even remember it!? Don’t get me wrong I’ve had multiple threesomes before and have ploweed through multiple females before but 4 surely is something of a feat let me tell you. I don’t even think the almighty-multi-tasking Ravi could pull off so many babes at once.

However something wasn’t quite right? For one these females all seemed kind of small and …hurt? They was various evidence of bruises, scratches and even what looked like cat scratches? Maybe they all fell down like a stack of dominos when they were drunk? But that didn’t explain their ripped almost shredded clothing? Maybe it was a kink they were into?

Oh yeah likely story that all 4 women coincidentally would somehow have the same clothes-ripping fetish my own brain criticised me

Well whatever the reason I was glad to be in the receiving end of this fetish because it lead to what was probably the biggest lay of my life…so far.

But something didn’t feel right. I don’t know I just felt a weird sort of nagging feeling in the back of my mind. A sort of muffled alarm bells were blaring in the background but I had no idea why they were ringing in the fist place? Maybe I was missing something after all the room was very bright, practically bathed in sunlight and I still had some very serious eyes crusts.

Wiping my eyes and I once again redirected my gaze at the scene before me.

Then small strange pieces started coming together. For one each of the girls…something was off about them they were feminine, but also not in a strange way, granted I couldn’t really see them completely naked. Squinting my eyes I tried to will my brain to clear its thick hangover fog and inability to process light at the moment and focus on the scene before me.

The closest girl, the one with her feet on the pillows and laying closest to me had clear, brown skin and a long lean frame and without even seeing her chest I could tell she had no boobs. Weird I usually go for more bustier girls. Lastly she sported long silky raven-coloured hair that loosely ended in tied up in the end.

The next closest girl was a pale, pale almost completely freckled girl. She was the smallest one from what I could tell with the least amount of curves. Again strange because I usually go for the busty,curvy almost sun-kisssed girls. The girl ended with a short, cropped, ginger hair similar to my buddy Alroy.

A weird pit was forming in my stomach.

The next girl was kind of hard to see but I could tell she was darkskinned and sported short forest green hair with a sort of aesthetic rat tail curving over her shoulder.

Okay this is getting weird! My brain yelled

Out of self-preservation I shut my eyes as to not notice anymore details because this..this can’t be true.

What the fuck are you doing? Waiting for them to wake up and laugh at you? My brain screamed

_I can’t look _I answered back shaking my head no as if someone could see me

Listen dude you have about 5 minutes before these… er.. girls wake up so I suggest you assess the situation now!

Prying my eyes open I slowly turned my head once again towards, what was supposed to be, a picturesque scene before me. The whole time I whispered in my head please don’t be brown curly hair please don’t be brown curly hair!

However the universe apparently had a sick sense of humour and seemed committed to completing this elaborate hair-raising joke. Because when I finally caught sight of the furthest figure before me I noticed their, surprising, curvy bottom followed by a semi-broad shoulders topped off with, yes you guessed it, a mop of large curly brown hair.

It was at this moment terror gripped me.