"The Morning After" 
(348 words) 
by Souvie

*disclaimers and thanks at the end

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If she could just find her panties, she swore she'd never mix
schnapps and tequila again. Shit shit shit! She could have sworn
he'd tossed them into the corner, on the beanbag, but there was
no sign of them.

She got down on all fours and peered under the bed. Dust motes,
a stack of Playboy magazines, two socks and some Legos. No
panties.

She sat back on her heels, a wave of dizziness causing her to
put her hands to her head. She made a pact with herself to never
drink again. Same pact she made last weekend. And the weekend
before.

He moaned and she looked up. For a nutritionist, he had one
fine body, and it was begging for her attention. At least one
part of him was.

She inched onto the bed, careful of her still woozy head. She
stopped when her face was directly over his crotch.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his cock. It was hard; as
hard as it'd been earlier when she'd been bouncing on it.

Pursing her lips, a perfect oval, she lowered her head, taking
the cock into her mouth. His pubic hair smelled of sex, hers and
his, a musky cross between seawater and sweaty sheets. She
laughed at the strange thought.

The man on the bed moaned and flexed his toes at the vibrations
of her lips around his cock.

She started a steady rhythm, sucking inward as she moved up and
down. One hand snaked around to play with his balls.

His hips started rocking, keeping a counterpoint to her mouth.
He wouldn't last long - they never did in the early morning,
caught between the Sandman and sunrise.

Before long come drenched her tongue, filled her mouth, slid
down her throat. She licked the last of it off her lips and slid
down the side of the bed, her bare ass on the cold, wood floor,
panties forgotten.

*One hundred and fifty calories, total fat nine grams,
cholesterol zero, protein two grams.  Why couldn't sperm come
with a label?* she thought, burping.



THE END


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Thanks to Gary for supplying me with the opening and closing
lines. Actually, he gave me two unrelated lines, and I tied them
together. I'm still not sure whether that's a good or a bad
thing. *g*