The Hangover Cure
Story Codes: MF, Consensual, Exhibitionism

The Hangover Cure
by Holly Day

Pete was at the door, banging louder than anyone had a right to at nine in the morning. Anna ran her
fingers through her knotted hair as she marched to the door, feeling horribly and defiantly
unattractive as she marched to the door in her sweat pants and faded t-shirt. "That was quick," she
said as she let him in, rubbing at some of the cat hair that was sticking to her clothes. As if on cue,
Max poked his head from around the corner and proceeded to slithered around her ankles, putting
even more cat hair on her than she had just removed.

"That's a nice cat," said Pete, leaning down to scratch the big orange tom.

Max arched his back in delight and rolled over on Pete's feet a few moments before running off to
hide in the kitchen. Pete straightened up smiled at Anna.

"So," he said, clapping his hands together like he was about to do something important and
organized. "You ready for my great hangover cure?"

"Sure," shrugged Anna. "So long as there are no eggs or tomatoes involved, I'll try anything."

"Good," he said brusquely. He waved at the couch and ordered, "Go ahead and sit down. I'll be just a

Anna obediently went to the couch and sat down as Pete went into the kitchen and began opening
and closing refrigerator and cabinets doors noisily.

"You need any help in there?" she called out, nervous as to exactly what this hangover cure would
entail, since she was sure there wasn't anything but a couple of cans of soup and half a carton of milk
left in the kitchen.

"Nope!" answered Pete, poking his head around the corner, waving a frying pan at her. "I've got it

"Sounds good," said Anna. She was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open. She wondered if
Pete would be angry if she just fell asleep while he was making whatever the hell it was that he was
making in the kitchen.

"Put this on," said Pete, suddenly close by. Anna opened her eyes blearily and saw him standing in
front of her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric. "Put it around your head
so that your eyes are covered. C'mon," he said when she started to protest. "It's part of the cure."

"Oh, God," said Anna, taking the piece of cloth from him and tying it around her eyes. "What in the
world could you be getting ready to feed me that you don't even want me to see it?"

Pete laughed and patted her gently on top of her head, like she was a puppy or a stupid child. "Don't
worry," he said. "This is guaranteed to work."

Anna could hear him walking away once more, heard the front door open for a
moment, then close again.

"Shit," sighed Anna, closing her eyes. The blindfold made everything nice and dark, just like it was
nighttime. At least it would be easier to fall asleep with it on than without. "Did you go home already?"

"Nope, I'm still here," said Pete, very close this time. "I put my bag outside the door so that the
cure...ingredients....would be a surprise. I wouldn't want you poking around and discovering all my
secrets this early on."

Suddenly, cold hands slid up under Anna's sweatshirt, up her stomach and gently cupping her
breasts. She jumped back a little bit, suddenly very awake. "Whoa," she said, reaching up to pull off
her blindfold. One of the hands moved away from her breast to stop her hand and push it gently back
down to her side.

"Shh," said Pete. "It's my world-famous hangover cure." He kissed her, prying apart her sticky lips and
licking all the early-morning fuzz from the inside of her mouth and even her teeth. His tongue filled her
mouth to capacity, his kiss sucked the air out of her until she felt light-headed and empty. She closed
her eyes and lay back against the couch  feeling his mouth move from her lips to her neck, his
gigantic hands squeezing her breasts almost too hard.

"This is your cure?" she giggled when she could catch her breath again. "I have to warn you, I'm a
real lousy lay when I've been drinking, and even worse the next morning."

"Shh," said Pete again. Anna felt him tug at her pants, and instinctively grabbed one of his hands. He
stopped tugging and said, close to her ear, "Any time you want me to leave, just take the blindfold off.
Doesn't matter what I'm doing it, if I'm in the middle of it and you take it off, I'm gone."

"Okay," answered Anna. She let go of his hand and let him tug her cat-hair-covered sweat pants all
the way off, sliding them down to her ankles and slipping them off over her feet, one at a time. Anna
waited to feel the hands that would pull her t-shirt up over her head, preparing herself to help keep
the blindfold from slipping off with the shirt, but it never happened. He left her socks alone as well, so
that her feet were warm and comfortable while the tiny hairs on her legs stood up in goosebumps from
the drafty apartment, making her feel a little like she did when she was at the gynecologist's, naked
save for a paper gown and a pair of rolled-down tube socks.

"Open," Pete ordered, pulling her knees gently apart with his incredibly warm hands. Everywhere he
touched on her skin grew warmer simply from being in contact with him, and Anna wished he would
touch other parts of her that weren't so warm, like her chilly calves, or the naked parts high on her
thighs that seemed to catch just about every breeze in the apartment. She could just imagine how
wonderful it would feel to have him simply rub her legs up and down with those gigantic, warm hands,
like the way she'd seen people do to hyperthermia victims on TV, how they would warm her whole body
up, put her right to sleep.

She was so engrossed in thinking about how nice it would feel to be so comfortably warm that when
he put his finger in her, she actually jumped a little in surprise. The finger disappeared, and Pete
asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no," waved Anna, angry at herself for scaring him and his finger away.

"It just startled me. I wasn't expecting it, for some reason, although that sounds like a really stupid
thing to not expect."

"Good," said Pete, and this time, she felt his mouth on her cunt, his tongue pushing the lips of her
labia apart and finding her clit. She floundered with her arms until she found his head between her
legs. Her immediate impulse was to push him hard into her crotch, but, instead settled
on patting the top of his head, tousling his hair a bit in the confusion, before putting both her hands
behind her head and burying them in her hair where they couldn't get into any more trouble. She
grabbed her own hair tightly and pulled until her fingernails dug into her palm, spreading her
legs apart to that nothing down there could possibly be neglected.

Pete continued his steady lapping, settling into an obvious but pleasant reinterpretation of the
alphabet, moving fluidly from a distinguishable "A" to a slightly-muddled "B" and an almost useless
"C," and back again with a very effective "D." Around "G", he stuck his finger into her one more, a
little rough, a little fast. Anna winced, immediately trying to make her expression look more like ecstasy
than mild annoyance, trying to ignore the jagged hangnail she could feel dragging against her insides
as he did so.

A few moments later, the finger disappeared. Anna could hear paper rustling, some shuffling, more
rustling. The tongue disappeared, and something thin and cold slithered inside of her, about as thick
as a finger but much longer. Pete pushed against he until the thing as deep as it could go, warming
up as it retracted, and back in again, deep enough that Pete's knuckles pressed against her clit, his
fist wrapped around the thing inside her. Then the tongue was back, picking up where it left off, and
Anna clenched her muscles around the hard, cold object, wishing she had more.

Almost as though he could read her mind, Pete pulled the thing all the way out of her, and replaced
with another cold object at least twice as big as the first. Anna felt her insides spreading around the
thing, wider until she was almost positive that whatever the thing was, it wasn't supposed to go
inside her. Pete pushed her legs open even more, throwing one of them over his shoulder as he
worked, and resumed licking at her engorged clitoris, gently pulling and pushing on the oversized
object lodged inside her just a little bit in, just a little bit out, until she was wet enough to take the
whole thing in.  

Anna felt the organism starting up deep inside her, felt the walls of her cunt  bucking helplessly, her
head full of fireworks as her muscles exploded. Pete held the object in place as her body tried to push
it out of her with the force of her climaxing, held it in place until she was lying back against the couch,
hands twitching, toes digging into the short acrylic carpet fibers. "You want another one?" he asked
from somewhere far away.

"Are you ready?"

"Gu," said Anna, waving one of her hands vaguely, unable to speak. "Hm," she added. Pete
apparently took this as a yes and set to work all over again, patiently reapplying lube to his fingers
and the dildo as Anna drifted in an out of consciousness, exhausted, wondering if he would take
offense if she just fell asleep while he was diddling her. After a while, she came again,
not as explosively this time, but longer and more beautifully. A sunrise flooded the corners of her
tightly-closed eyelids, cartoon birds twittered in her ears, and Pete was gently shaking her shoulder,
asking if she was okay.

"I'm fine," she said, nodding emphatically. "Why?"

"You just got so quiet there," he said. Anna felt him touch her hair, and then the blindfold was off. "I
thought maybe you'd passed out or something. Girls do that sometimes, you know."

"Yeah, yeah," I know," she said, grinning. "Nope, I'm here. I'm okay."

"How's your hangover?" he asked. He leaned in and kissed her long and hard, and if she hadn't been
so completely worn out from the waist down, she would have totally fucked him.  "I find cunilingus
really is the very best hangover cure," he added.

"So much better than tomato juice or raw eggs," agreed Anna. She put her arms around his neck and
hugged him as gratefully as she could without giving the impression that she actually wanted to have
sex. "I do so love being a girl!" she whispered in his ear before falling back down on the
couch and drifting off to sleep.  

Copyright© 2015 by Holly Day


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