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Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers

Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

circles. “Oh, yeah,” she starts, “I have no idea. None whatsoever,” she ends with a grin. “Are you kidding me?!”I exclaim at her, half amused, half furious. “I'm totally serious. Ursula?” “Clueless. Matthew?” Standing behind me now is the last of their roommates, and one of my best friends. “Nope, must have been a hell of a party, though. “Matthew!” I stand and wrap my arms around him. I'm really pleased to see him, even though his too-short flower print silk kimono is hanging a little too far open. “I definitely remember breakfast...” Ursula's voice comes from behind me, trailing off a bit, “Well into the afternoon. Yeah...” “Right,” Jasmine remembers, “Mimosas at breakfast.” What? Everything stops inside me. Breakfast? “I need everyone to back up for a second. Breakfast? You mean the meal we're all about to have? No. Wait. Where's my parents? Where's the hotel?” The room stops now. Everybody is quiet, then silent. They are all looking at me, and I can hear them blinking. Like in a cartoon. That could just be the hangover though. Andrea is the first to react. Swiftly, silently, she passes out. Silently until she hits the floor of course. Ursula speaks. “Well, that happened.” “Huh.” “So,” Jasmine pipes up, “You're a day behind the rest of us. This should be fun.” Ursula elbows Jasmine in the ribs and kisses her full on the lips, taking her breath away. “Be nice, honey. What's the last thing you do remember clearly?” she asks me. After I fill them in it becomes clear that I'm ... about thirty hours out of touch with the world. Only the haziest, darkest blurs of memory are available to me. Really meaningless stuff. “I'm here. I'm not getting married. That's pretty much what I remember.” “Maybe we overdid it...” Matt says. “Maybe?” Ursula asks sarcastically. “No. I trust you guys. I'm sure I needed it. Just remind me what happened.” After a long, continued awkward pause I demand,“Who wants to start?” “I guess I'll go,” Matthew says, “I honestly don't remember that much either, but I'm solid until the end of breakfast I think.” “Definitely go first,” Jasmine says to Matt, while looking to Ursula and nodding, “You're the only who knows what went down in that bathroom.” “Well, that's probably true,” he says. “We did a bunch of drugs,” I tell them. “Pretty much...” “You remember?” Jasmine asks. “She doesn't have to.” “No I do not.” “Why not?” “Well, because if it's something sketchy that was done in a bathroom with Matt, it was a bunch of drugs. I lack the necessary equipment for anything else.” The ladies opposite the table from us giggle as I say that. “Sure you do...” As they speak, I get the impression they're mocking one of us. “Well, it wasn't much. It was something your student gave me, Professor,” he says to Jasmine sarcastically, “Yeah we overdid it, but in a good way.” “You are such a douche,” Ursula says. “No, it's okay, I'm remembering a bit. He woke me up, and other than the fact that it was... embarrassing, that was great because he saved me ...