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I'm not sure if you can be woken by a smell, so I won't say that it was that that woke me on New Year's Day. It must have either been the sound, or the feel of it on my back.
I didn't wake suddenly, so I think that also rules out the sound she made. It wasn't until she did it again that I sat bolt upright, not quite knowing what was going on.
So it must have been the warm, wet feeling on my back, as her vomit trickled by spine, and around my shoulder blades. It was, after all, a slow waking, and a feeling of being incredibly uncomfortable in my bed that's usually quite the opposite. My head was pounding badly, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Then she did it again.
A terrible retching sound, and an awful, awful smell.
The realisation that she had been sick on my bed was quite a nasty moment, but then I was suddenly met with a blank when I asked myself "who is she?", and things got a whole lot worse. Man, I must have been really hammered. What had I done, where had I been? Those were the questions racing around my head.
But there was no time to worry about that, she'd been sick, on my bed, yet she was still fast asleep. I remembered hearing stories of people choking on their own vomit, rumours of rock stars deaths, and the like, so I had to wake her up. Who ever she was.
It wasn't easy, tapping her on the shoulder and saying "excuse me, but I think you've been sick" was a complete non-event. So I tried coughing loudly, which also didn't work. There was only one thing for it, I had to move her, turn her over, give her a shake, I decided.
But I just couldn't do it. This strange girl, I could just manhandle her naked body, whilst she was sleeping. Then again, the fact that she was naked, I figured that I must have at least tried to give her a good man handling the night before. (This was later confirmed when I stepped on a used condom in the kitchen, that I had failed to tie a knot in the end.)
So I put my hand on her shoulder, and pulled her around. As her head turned over, I got a brief glimpse at her face. Hardly a beauty, I thought, but not the worst I'd ever had. My opinion of her lowered when I noticed the partially dried vomit on her left cheek. I gave her a little shake, carefully placing my hands. She started to move, I thought this was a good thing, until I realised that the movement was only to throw up, all over my leg. My God, did it ever stink! What the hell had she eaten, or drunk?
I had to wake her, get her to clean up this mess, so I gave her another shake, shouting out "wake up" this time. Eventually she did open her eyes. The right one considerably before the left. They were a gorgeous shade of green. After a second, her eyes opened wider, and a confused look came over her face. She opened her mouth to talk, I let go of her, moving back swiftly, fearing that she was going to hurl over be again.
Doing any sudden moving swiftly when hung over isn't advised, and I realised this when the pounding in my head worsened, and it felt like someone was trying to push my eyeballs out, from the inside. I put my hands on top of my head, as if I was somehow holding it all together. I looked back at the bed to see that the girl had fallen back when I let go of her and had rolled onto her side, asleep again.
I moved back to her, and pulled her back round, then up by her hands. She had gathered much vomit on her body from her trip back to the bed. On her nipple was what looked like a piece of semi-digested kebab meat. Marginally above this, and to the left, was a love bite. I felt very nauseous for a moment, whilst I thought of myself giving her that love bite, whilst she was covered in spew, even though I was quite aware that she wasn't covered in spew when I had done that. I'm ashamed to say that the little general was aroused by this thought, so I grabbed my dressing gown, forgetting that I also had vomit on my back.
"Where am I?" She said.
"In my bed, you've been sick!" I said
"Who are you?" she said.
"Tim" I said "who are you?"
"Simone" she said "Don't you remember?"
I felt guilty at this point, God knows why, it was apparent that she didn't remember our encounter either. Then I remembered the very reason I'd even woken her.
"Look, you've been sick all over my bed" I said, pointing it out as if it wasn't plainly obvious.
"It doesn't look that bad" She said.
"Not that bad? Most of the liquid has already soaked into the mattress, and my sheets are covered in semi-digested take away!" I said, having raised my voice a little.
"Where's your bathroom?"
So I pointed her in the direction, noticing the clock as I did so. It was 11:45am.
It was at this point that I could hear something in the back of my mind going off, some kind of warning. Unfortunately for me, I dismissed this as part of my hangover.
I needed a drink. I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the side, and filled it with water. I had a sip, then had to spit it straight back out again. It tasted like vodka. I smelt the glass, and it smelt of vodka too. I spotted a half-empty vodka bottle on the side. I must have picked up a used glass, I certainly hadn't rinsed it. Such a heavy night I had hit the spirits when I got home, not good.
From the bathroom I could hear that now familiar retching sound, followed by a splash. Sounded like most of it had gone in the toilet. I headed to the fridge to get some fruit juice. On the fridge I saw a note held on by a magnet.
"Mum and Dad over for lunch on 1st".
I opened the fridge to see I had stocked the fridge quite well, I vaguely remembered shopping some point earlier in the week.
After sitting down with my fruit juice, listening to the vomiting in the background, two and two slowly added together in my head and the big four was that my parents would be coming over for lunch, very shortly.
The knock at the door confirmed that my maths was correct.
So there I was, seriously hungover, dried sick on my back, with a naked girl I had no recollection of, also covered in vomit, throwing up in my bathroom, and my parents knocking on the door.
I opened it.
"Happy New Year Tim!"
Indeed.
I didn't wake suddenly, so I think that also rules out the sound she made. It wasn't until she did it again that I sat bolt upright, not quite knowing what was going on.
So it must have been the warm, wet feeling on my back, as her vomit trickled by spine, and around my shoulder blades. It was, after all, a slow waking, and a feeling of being incredibly uncomfortable in my bed that's usually quite the opposite. My head was pounding badly, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Then she did it again.
A terrible retching sound, and an awful, awful smell.
The realisation that she had been sick on my bed was quite a nasty moment, but then I was suddenly met with a blank when I asked myself "who is she?", and things got a whole lot worse. Man, I must have been really hammered. What had I done, where had I been? Those were the questions racing around my head.
But there was no time to worry about that, she'd been sick, on my bed, yet she was still fast asleep. I remembered hearing stories of people choking on their own vomit, rumours of rock stars deaths, and the like, so I had to wake her up. Who ever she was.
It wasn't easy, tapping her on the shoulder and saying "excuse me, but I think you've been sick" was a complete non-event. So I tried coughing loudly, which also didn't work. There was only one thing for it, I had to move her, turn her over, give her a shake, I decided.
But I just couldn't do it. This strange girl, I could just manhandle her naked body, whilst she was sleeping. Then again, the fact that she was naked, I figured that I must have at least tried to give her a good man handling the night before. (This was later confirmed when I stepped on a used condom in the kitchen, that I had failed to tie a knot in the end.)
So I put my hand on her shoulder, and pulled her around. As her head turned over, I got a brief glimpse at her face. Hardly a beauty, I thought, but not the worst I'd ever had. My opinion of her lowered when I noticed the partially dried vomit on her left cheek. I gave her a little shake, carefully placing my hands. She started to move, I thought this was a good thing, until I realised that the movement was only to throw up, all over my leg. My God, did it ever stink! What the hell had she eaten, or drunk?
I had to wake her, get her to clean up this mess, so I gave her another shake, shouting out "wake up" this time. Eventually she did open her eyes. The right one considerably before the left. They were a gorgeous shade of green. After a second, her eyes opened wider, and a confused look came over her face. She opened her mouth to talk, I let go of her, moving back swiftly, fearing that she was going to hurl over be again.
Doing any sudden moving swiftly when hung over isn't advised, and I realised this when the pounding in my head worsened, and it felt like someone was trying to push my eyeballs out, from the inside. I put my hands on top of my head, as if I was somehow holding it all together. I looked back at the bed to see that the girl had fallen back when I let go of her and had rolled onto her side, asleep again.
I moved back to her, and pulled her back round, then up by her hands. She had gathered much vomit on her body from her trip back to the bed. On her nipple was what looked like a piece of semi-digested kebab meat. Marginally above this, and to the left, was a love bite. I felt very nauseous for a moment, whilst I thought of myself giving her that love bite, whilst she was covered in spew, even though I was quite aware that she wasn't covered in spew when I had done that. I'm ashamed to say that the little general was aroused by this thought, so I grabbed my dressing gown, forgetting that I also had vomit on my back.
"Where am I?" She said.
"In my bed, you've been sick!" I said
"Who are you?" she said.
"Tim" I said "who are you?"
"Simone" she said "Don't you remember?"
I felt guilty at this point, God knows why, it was apparent that she didn't remember our encounter either. Then I remembered the very reason I'd even woken her.
"Look, you've been sick all over my bed" I said, pointing it out as if it wasn't plainly obvious.
"It doesn't look that bad" She said.
"Not that bad? Most of the liquid has already soaked into the mattress, and my sheets are covered in semi-digested take away!" I said, having raised my voice a little.
"Where's your bathroom?"
So I pointed her in the direction, noticing the clock as I did so. It was 11:45am.
It was at this point that I could hear something in the back of my mind going off, some kind of warning. Unfortunately for me, I dismissed this as part of my hangover.
I needed a drink. I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the side, and filled it with water. I had a sip, then had to spit it straight back out again. It tasted like vodka. I smelt the glass, and it smelt of vodka too. I spotted a half-empty vodka bottle on the side. I must have picked up a used glass, I certainly hadn't rinsed it. Such a heavy night I had hit the spirits when I got home, not good.
From the bathroom I could hear that now familiar retching sound, followed by a splash. Sounded like most of it had gone in the toilet. I headed to the fridge to get some fruit juice. On the fridge I saw a note held on by a magnet.
"Mum and Dad over for lunch on 1st".
I opened the fridge to see I had stocked the fridge quite well, I vaguely remembered shopping some point earlier in the week.
After sitting down with my fruit juice, listening to the vomiting in the background, two and two slowly added together in my head and the big four was that my parents would be coming over for lunch, very shortly.
The knock at the door confirmed that my maths was correct.
So there I was, seriously hungover, dried sick on my back, with a naked girl I had no recollection of, also covered in vomit, throwing up in my bathroom, and my parents knocking on the door.
I opened it.
"Happy New Year Tim!"
Indeed.
icedtears wrote:
> Heh I enjoyed that! Kinda reminds me of something... New Years Day,
> that's it! :)
Same here except I cant really remember much, LOL, it was my fault.
> Heh I enjoyed that! Kinda reminds me of something... New Years Day,
> that's it! :)
Same here except I cant really remember much, LOL, it was my fault.
Heh I enjoyed that! Kinda reminds me of something... New Years Day, that's it! :)
The smell of the vomit would of made me vomit. Anyway, a quality story which has very good detail in.
I will be surprised if you don't win a GAD for this.
I will be surprised if you don't win a GAD for this.
A story.
I understand.
I understand.
I'm not sure if you can be woken by a smell, so I won't say that it was that that woke me on New Year's Day. It must have either been the sound, or the feel of it on my back.
I didn't wake suddenly, so I think that also rules out the sound she made. It wasn't until she did it again that I sat bolt upright, not quite knowing what was going on.
So it must have been the warm, wet feeling on my back, as her vomit trickled by spine, and around my shoulder blades. It was, after all, a slow waking, and a feeling of being incredibly uncomfortable in my bed that's usually quite the opposite. My head was pounding badly, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Then she did it again.
A terrible retching sound, and an awful, awful smell.
The realisation that she had been sick on my bed was quite a nasty moment, but then I was suddenly met with a blank when I asked myself "who is she?", and things got a whole lot worse. Man, I must have been really hammered. What had I done, where had I been? Those were the questions racing around my head.
But there was no time to worry about that, she'd been sick, on my bed, yet she was still fast asleep. I remembered hearing stories of people choking on their own vomit, rumours of rock stars deaths, and the like, so I had to wake her up. Who ever she was.
It wasn't easy, tapping her on the shoulder and saying "excuse me, but I think you've been sick" was a complete non-event. So I tried coughing loudly, which also didn't work. There was only one thing for it, I had to move her, turn her over, give her a shake, I decided.
But I just couldn't do it. This strange girl, I could just manhandle her naked body, whilst she was sleeping. Then again, the fact that she was naked, I figured that I must have at least tried to give her a good man handling the night before. (This was later confirmed when I stepped on a used condom in the kitchen, that I had failed to tie a knot in the end.)
So I put my hand on her shoulder, and pulled her around. As her head turned over, I got a brief glimpse at her face. Hardly a beauty, I thought, but not the worst I'd ever had. My opinion of her lowered when I noticed the partially dried vomit on her left cheek. I gave her a little shake, carefully placing my hands. She started to move, I thought this was a good thing, until I realised that the movement was only to throw up, all over my leg. My God, did it ever stink! What the hell had she eaten, or drunk?
I had to wake her, get her to clean up this mess, so I gave her another shake, shouting out "wake up" this time. Eventually she did open her eyes. The right one considerably before the left. They were a gorgeous shade of green. After a second, her eyes opened wider, and a confused look came over her face. She opened her mouth to talk, I let go of her, moving back swiftly, fearing that she was going to hurl over be again.
Doing any sudden moving swiftly when hung over isn't advised, and I realised this when the pounding in my head worsened, and it felt like someone was trying to push my eyeballs out, from the inside. I put my hands on top of my head, as if I was somehow holding it all together. I looked back at the bed to see that the girl had fallen back when I let go of her and had rolled onto her side, asleep again.
I moved back to her, and pulled her back round, then up by her hands. She had gathered much vomit on her body from her trip back to the bed. On her nipple was what looked like a piece of semi-digested kebab meat. Marginally above this, and to the left, was a love bite. I felt very nauseous for a moment, whilst I thought of myself giving her that love bite, whilst she was covered in spew, even though I was quite aware that she wasn't covered in spew when I had done that. I'm ashamed to say that the little general was aroused by this thought, so I grabbed my dressing gown, forgetting that I also had vomit on my back.
"Where am I?" She said.
"In my bed, you've been sick!" I said
"Who are you?" she said.
"Tim" I said "who are you?"
"Simone" she said "Don't you remember?"
I felt guilty at this point, God knows why, it was apparent that she didn't remember our encounter either. Then I remembered the very reason I'd even woken her.
"Look, you've been sick all over my bed" I said, pointing it out as if it wasn't plainly obvious.
"It doesn't look that bad" She said.
"Not that bad? Most of the liquid has already soaked into the mattress, and my sheets are covered in semi-digested take away!" I said, having raised my voice a little.
"Where's your bathroom?"
So I pointed her in the direction, noticing the clock as I did so. It was 11:45am.
It was at this point that I could hear something in the back of my mind going off, some kind of warning. Unfortunately for me, I dismissed this as part of my hangover.
I needed a drink. I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the side, and filled it with water. I had a sip, then had to spit it straight back out again. It tasted like vodka. I smelt the glass, and it smelt of vodka too. I spotted a half-empty vodka bottle on the side. I must have picked up a used glass, I certainly hadn't rinsed it. Such a heavy night I had hit the spirits when I got home, not good.
From the bathroom I could hear that now familiar retching sound, followed by a splash. Sounded like most of it had gone in the toilet. I headed to the fridge to get some fruit juice. On the fridge I saw a note held on by a magnet.
"Mum and Dad over for lunch on 1st".
I opened the fridge to see I had stocked the fridge quite well, I vaguely remembered shopping some point earlier in the week.
After sitting down with my fruit juice, listening to the vomiting in the background, two and two slowly added together in my head and the big four was that my parents would be coming over for lunch, very shortly.
The knock at the door confirmed that my maths was correct.
So there I was, seriously hungover, dried sick on my back, with a naked girl I had no recollection of, also covered in vomit, throwing up in my bathroom, and my parents knocking on the door.
I opened it.
"Happy New Year Tim!"
Indeed.
I didn't wake suddenly, so I think that also rules out the sound she made. It wasn't until she did it again that I sat bolt upright, not quite knowing what was going on.
So it must have been the warm, wet feeling on my back, as her vomit trickled by spine, and around my shoulder blades. It was, after all, a slow waking, and a feeling of being incredibly uncomfortable in my bed that's usually quite the opposite. My head was pounding badly, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Then she did it again.
A terrible retching sound, and an awful, awful smell.
The realisation that she had been sick on my bed was quite a nasty moment, but then I was suddenly met with a blank when I asked myself "who is she?", and things got a whole lot worse. Man, I must have been really hammered. What had I done, where had I been? Those were the questions racing around my head.
But there was no time to worry about that, she'd been sick, on my bed, yet she was still fast asleep. I remembered hearing stories of people choking on their own vomit, rumours of rock stars deaths, and the like, so I had to wake her up. Who ever she was.
It wasn't easy, tapping her on the shoulder and saying "excuse me, but I think you've been sick" was a complete non-event. So I tried coughing loudly, which also didn't work. There was only one thing for it, I had to move her, turn her over, give her a shake, I decided.
But I just couldn't do it. This strange girl, I could just manhandle her naked body, whilst she was sleeping. Then again, the fact that she was naked, I figured that I must have at least tried to give her a good man handling the night before. (This was later confirmed when I stepped on a used condom in the kitchen, that I had failed to tie a knot in the end.)
So I put my hand on her shoulder, and pulled her around. As her head turned over, I got a brief glimpse at her face. Hardly a beauty, I thought, but not the worst I'd ever had. My opinion of her lowered when I noticed the partially dried vomit on her left cheek. I gave her a little shake, carefully placing my hands. She started to move, I thought this was a good thing, until I realised that the movement was only to throw up, all over my leg. My God, did it ever stink! What the hell had she eaten, or drunk?
I had to wake her, get her to clean up this mess, so I gave her another shake, shouting out "wake up" this time. Eventually she did open her eyes. The right one considerably before the left. They were a gorgeous shade of green. After a second, her eyes opened wider, and a confused look came over her face. She opened her mouth to talk, I let go of her, moving back swiftly, fearing that she was going to hurl over be again.
Doing any sudden moving swiftly when hung over isn't advised, and I realised this when the pounding in my head worsened, and it felt like someone was trying to push my eyeballs out, from the inside. I put my hands on top of my head, as if I was somehow holding it all together. I looked back at the bed to see that the girl had fallen back when I let go of her and had rolled onto her side, asleep again.
I moved back to her, and pulled her back round, then up by her hands. She had gathered much vomit on her body from her trip back to the bed. On her nipple was what looked like a piece of semi-digested kebab meat. Marginally above this, and to the left, was a love bite. I felt very nauseous for a moment, whilst I thought of myself giving her that love bite, whilst she was covered in spew, even though I was quite aware that she wasn't covered in spew when I had done that. I'm ashamed to say that the little general was aroused by this thought, so I grabbed my dressing gown, forgetting that I also had vomit on my back.
"Where am I?" She said.
"In my bed, you've been sick!" I said
"Who are you?" she said.
"Tim" I said "who are you?"
"Simone" she said "Don't you remember?"
I felt guilty at this point, God knows why, it was apparent that she didn't remember our encounter either. Then I remembered the very reason I'd even woken her.
"Look, you've been sick all over my bed" I said, pointing it out as if it wasn't plainly obvious.
"It doesn't look that bad" She said.
"Not that bad? Most of the liquid has already soaked into the mattress, and my sheets are covered in semi-digested take away!" I said, having raised my voice a little.
"Where's your bathroom?"
So I pointed her in the direction, noticing the clock as I did so. It was 11:45am.
It was at this point that I could hear something in the back of my mind going off, some kind of warning. Unfortunately for me, I dismissed this as part of my hangover.
I needed a drink. I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the side, and filled it with water. I had a sip, then had to spit it straight back out again. It tasted like vodka. I smelt the glass, and it smelt of vodka too. I spotted a half-empty vodka bottle on the side. I must have picked up a used glass, I certainly hadn't rinsed it. Such a heavy night I had hit the spirits when I got home, not good.
From the bathroom I could hear that now familiar retching sound, followed by a splash. Sounded like most of it had gone in the toilet. I headed to the fridge to get some fruit juice. On the fridge I saw a note held on by a magnet.
"Mum and Dad over for lunch on 1st".
I opened the fridge to see I had stocked the fridge quite well, I vaguely remembered shopping some point earlier in the week.
After sitting down with my fruit juice, listening to the vomiting in the background, two and two slowly added together in my head and the big four was that my parents would be coming over for lunch, very shortly.
The knock at the door confirmed that my maths was correct.
So there I was, seriously hungover, dried sick on my back, with a naked girl I had no recollection of, also covered in vomit, throwing up in my bathroom, and my parents knocking on the door.
I opened it.
"Happy New Year Tim!"
Indeed.