I woke up with a bad case of hangover. I remember I blacked out that's why I just put my arm over my eyes and try to remember what happened last night. I can't. My head is still spinning so I just stopped thinking until I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes and tried to scan the area. I knew it. I am in someone else's room. I need to get hold of something that I could use as a weapon just in case. I was about to reach for the ceramic ashtray when the footsteps stopped and then I realized that she's standing at the door. She's holding a bottle of water and medicine I suppose.

"You hungry? We can order food at a nearby restaurant," she casually said.

"I'm good. I just need that water and whatever medicine you're holding," I replied.

"Advil."

After drinking the medicine, I thanked her and asked if there's something I could do in return since she was the one who took care of me while I was passed out.

"Why don't you fuck me again?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I didn't know you still had the energy last night. You were rock hard and you made me feel so good."

I was dumbfounded. I also had no idea that I was able to have sex without my full consciousness. I don't know if I will be proud or be cautious about myself when I'm drunk. Also, I have a girlfriend. I wouldn’t cheat but then I realized that she ended things yesterday so technically I’m a free man. While I was thinking about it, I noticed she walked towards me and that she was only wearing a baby pink shirt and a black lace thong. I was about to stand when she gets down on her knees and hold onto both my legs. She was slowly caressing them, and she again said, "Why don't you fuck me again?"

She then placed her right hand to my boxer shorts and started outlining my penis using her forefinger. She was playing with it slowly until she put her left hand under my shorts and gripped my dick. I was closing my eyes to feel better and she was about to touch my balls when I stopped her. I am not really into girls touching my balls. They’re sensitive and it might be crushed. I cringe upon me imagining it. I just said that she just continues to play with my dick until I start to get hard. She was playing with it for a few minutes until it gradually got a little big and hard. She then started to lick and suck until it eventually got hard enough for me to choke her. I pulled her hair and made her swallow it whole until she let out a gurgling sound and produced saliva that would coat my dick. She was about to stand perhaps thinking that she wants me to fuck her but I held her head still and roughly pushed it until my cock reaches her throat. I held it in place for several seconds and I pulled her head. I repeated the process until she’s getting used to it.

She made slurping sounds when I made her swallow it again. I was near my limit when she was deep throating me continuously so I cum right into her mouth. I didn't let any single drop escape. I pinched her nose while my dick was still in her mouth and she was struggling and motioning me to remove my hand on his head.

Once I’m sure that she had swallowed everything, I let go of her head and she just stands up and went straight to the restroom. Her face was messed up: her mascara was being washed down by her tears, she even has snot after what I’ve done. When I heard the shower running, that was my cue to get dressed and retrieve my belongings. I had a hard time looking for my pants since the room itself was topsy-turvy. Clothes are everywhere; on the bed, on the floor and the girl’s make up as well. There's also a nauseating smell wherein I presume it's a mix of smoke and perfume. I’m not being sexist here, but I expect girls to at least keep their rooms tidy and smell good. I was able to finally find my pants, but I cannot find my car keys in my pocket. I hurried outside to check if my car was parked somewhere but there’s no sign. There’s just a dirty black Toyota Vios that really needs some wash and wax.

I just hailed a cab and decided to head back to the bar where I think the bartender has my keys. Upon arriving, I saw my car alone in the parking lot for customers. I went inside to check if I left my keys. Inside, I saw the bartender and he’s wiping some glasses as what bartenders are supposed to do in the afternoon, I guess. I asked if he has seen my keys somewhere and without putting down the glass he’s wiping, his right hand reached for something behind the bar. Well, there are two things: my keys and my phone. I thanked him and asked if I broke something before I passed out last night. He just let out a chuckle.

“Crazy night, huh?”

“I guess.”

“It’s the first time I saw you cry and be wasted. Good thing someone helped you get home… or be in someplace I suppose.”

“Yeah, shit happens. Do you know the girl who helped me?”

“I thought you knew her? When you passed out, some customers helped you to get up and she’s one of ‘em. You gained consciousness for a second and you hugged her. She then said that she’ll take it from here so some guys helped her put you in her car.”

“The dirty Vios?”

“Well, yes. I didn’t expect the car to be hers honestly,” he was laughing heartily.

“Word of advice- Don’t ever go to her place,” I said as I left waving goodbye. He was left there still laughing while doing his chore.

That day, I still went to school expecting to see her. She was indeed there but she pretends that I’m invisible. She didn’t even bother to look me in the eyes. It feels like I was non-existent to her. I felt hurt. I decided not to approach her already and just to get out of the campus and get drunk once again. I loaded my car with tons of beer and alcohol enough to kill me. I was so broken thinking where’d I go wrong.