My tongue’s practically glued to the roof of my mouth when I finally open my eyes. My head’s pounding, and the room is still spinning even though I’m not moving. I feel a body on either side of me. A head on my chest and a hand on my cock, gripping it like a vise, and I smile, knowing last night turned out great even if I don’t remember a damn thing.

I glance around, but the sun isn’t up yet, and the room is too dark to make much out. There’s a naked woman to my right; I feel her bare breasts on my arm, and someone is near my feet. God, please let the one at my feet be Darby.

I start to backtrack through last night. I faintly remember leaving the club, Darby in tow along with two hot redheads looking to get fucked. But I can’t remember anything else. Did I fuck them? Could I fuck them? I was so hammered that the likelihood I was even able to perform well is doubtful.

The hand on my cock tightens and strokes my morning wood. Her head slides down my stomach, heading straight toward my cock before her tongue traces over the tip. The lushness of her tongue and the warmth of her lips make it impossible not to moan. This is heaven and probably the thing I miss most about having a girlfriend, waking up with someone sucking my cock or rolling over and making love to my girl.

Ah, well.

I can’t remember last night, but at least I’ll have this memory to store in my spank bank.

She takes the head of my cock into her mouth, stroking the shaft vigorously with her fingers. I shiver when her tongue swirls around the head as she pulls my dick to the back of her throat.

I reach down, running my hand down her back, and trace her spine. When I touch her ass, she inches her bottom closer and spreads her legs. She’s wet and ready as I stroke my fingers between her folds and rub her clit.

After a few minutes, she moves on top of me, positioning my cock against her pussy, and pressing down on it until I am completely inside her. Her head is lying on my chest, her face still hidden in the shadows. I think it’s Ginger, but it could be Autumn. Right now, I’m not really picky, and there’s no way in hell I’d tell her to stop.

She fucks me slowly, rising until the head is the only thing left in her and lowers herself back down. “I wish I had tried cock sooner in life,” she says, swirling her hips around on my cock and grinding her clit against my pelvis.

I reach down and grab her hips, holding her as I drive my cock as deep as it’ll go. She feels so good. Better than I remember Kali feeling, but then again, it’s been a long time since I’ve had pussy…especially one this tight.

Wait. Her words come back to me. I wish I had tried cock sooner in life. Then there’s the voice. It’s familiar. Oh. My. God.

“Darby?” I push her hair back, revealing her face in the single ray of morning sun now peeking through the curtains. “Darby! What the fuck?” I screech as she bucks against me, digging her fingernails into my chest.

“Shh,” she says, bringing her lips down to mine. “Don’t ruin this.”

Everything’s ruined. Or at least, it will be. Darby and I have been friends since I started at Eye Candy, and the fact that we’re fucking complicates everything. I’ll never be able to look at her the same way and not picture her naked or feel her tight pussy riding my shaft.

“But-t-t,” I stutter. Maybe I’m still dreaming, or I’m still so drunk that I’m seeing shit. “But I thought you only liked chicks.”

I’m confused. Sure, Kali loved dick and could lick pussy like a champ, but she never claimed to be anti-cock like Darby had said more than once. Usually, people don’t switch teams quite so easily.

“I do.” She sticks her tongue out and traces the tip over my bottom lip. “You didn’t have a problem fucking me last night. Now, shut up and fuck me again.”

Holy hell. I fucked Darby. I can’t remember a damn thing. It’s like I have a tequila block. I’m a little pissed that I can’t even have a flashback, a tiny snippet, but I have right now. She’s riding my cock, begging for me to fuck her. I could say no and not have that awkwardness between us, right? Nope, it’s too late for that now. She’ll have the memory, and I’ll have nothing but the knowledge that I did it and couldn’t remember a fucking second. Literally, a “fucking” second of it.

It’s hard to think. Hard to rationalize through the debate that’s going on in my head, so I give in to temptation. I give in to the beautiful woman grinding my cock like it’s the best damn ride in the world. I give in to my aching, rock-hard dick that’s buried so far in her I never want it to end.

I flip her over onto her back, rolling with her, and pause. “Are you sure you want this?”

I don’t know why I ask. She already gave me the green light, and it’s not like it’s the first time we’ve ever done it either.

She places her hands on my face and stares straight at me. “Just fuck me, Chaz.” She’s dead serious, and I’m game because right now, the raging hard-on and the little devil that sits on my shoulder are both telling me to fuck her brains out and worry about the aftermath later. I’m good with their advice too.

I loop my forearms under her legs, opening her fully and drive the entire length of my cock into her.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulder, almost piercing the skin. “Fuck me slow. I want to feel every inch of you.”

I glance back, checking out Autumn and Ginger snuggled next to us and completely out. I’m sure they are sleeping at this point and are knocked out cold from the amount of booze and possibly cocaine we did based on the row of white powder on the nightstand.

I decide to back off a little and let her legs go, lying down on top of her, and she wraps her legs around my back. Slowly I fuck her, not giving her the full length of me until I can tell she’s getting close to coming.

“More, Chaz,” she moans into my ear. “Give me more. I want to come like I did last night.”

I reach down and raise her legs, lifting her ass off the bed, allowing me to thrust deeper until my balls are slapping her ass.

“Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she moans, clawing at my back as if she’s trying to climb out from under me. In minutes, her body starts to shake, and I know she’s loving the big D. She digs her nails into my back as her pussy tightens around me. Darby wails out her ecstasy and I’m sure she’s woken half the neighborhood, but I’m too close to coming to care.

She’s so tight at this point, I can’t last any longer. But then it hits me. I fucked her without a condom. I never fuck someone without one unless we’re in a relationship and I know they’re clean. I am sure Darby isn’t on birth control, so I do the only thing that feels right. I pull out and come all over her stomach.

She glances down at her stomach and the come that’s splattered all over her like something out of crime-scene snapshot. “Ugh. Now that’s something I don’t know if I’ll be able to get used to.”

I roll onto my back, placing my hands under my head. I’m feeling super proud of myself and not even thinking about how this changes everything. “You’ve never had come on you?”

“Uh, no. Never.”

I stretch out, watching her as she touches the come like she’s testing it out and not sure if it’ll attack her or something. “But you have a kid, and you said you’ve had cock before.”

“I adopted, and I wasn’t entirely truthful about the cock part.” She glances at me out of the corner of her eye as she uses the sheet to wipe my love juice off her belly. “I gave someone a hand job once, and that was it.”

I popped her cherry? A smile spreads across my face, but it quickly falls when I realize I’ll never be able to remember taking that. I can never fully own the honors, and it makes me feel like a piece of shit.

“I popped your cherry?” I say, still not believing it’s true.

Autumn stretches next to me and groans. “Did you two ever stop fucking? You were going at it all night. I was promised cock, and all I got was a tongue- and finger-fucking.”

I blink a few times, letting her words sink in. So far I’ve been able to confirm that I didn’t fuck Autumn and her awesome rack, but I did screw my one lesbian friend who I thought was a cock-free zone and completely safe. In my defense, I was drunk, and clearly, my brain wasn’t functioning right.

Listen, I’m not complaining about a damn thing. Darby’s hot. Smoking hot, in fact. I’d pictured her more than a few times while getting myself off. It’s a great visual to think of her pretty little mouth licking a pussy as I pound into her. Now I have the experience to match, minus the pussy-licking, and I’ll be adding it to my spank bank reel.

“Well, it’s hard not to fuck when I woke up with a mouth wrapped around my cock.” I wince as soon as the words leave my mouth, because it sounded shittier than I meant. It’s not like I fucked Darby only because she sucked my dick. I fucked Darby because I wanted to and she begged for it.

“The cock nobody got a piece of last night other than her?” Autumn snarls at me, glancing between Darby and me and taps Ginger on the arm. “Come on. We gotta go.”

“You ladies can stay if you want. There’s no rush,” Darby says as she starts running her fingernails down my happy trail.

“And just watch you two bang like freaks?” Autumn pushes herself up and crosses her arms in front of her chest, giving me an even better view of her amazing tits. “No fucking thank you.”

The smile on my face grows wider. Everyone wanted a piece of me. After months of feeling like shit after whatshername left, I feel fan-fucking-tastic. Proud, actually, and my cock knows it too, starting to grow underneath the sheet and making a beautiful tent.

“You want some more of my cock, baby?” I ask Darby, pretending that Ginger and Autumn aren’t still in the room, putting on their clothes and giving us the stink eye.

Baby? I don’t even know where that came from, but it slid off my tongue like I’d called her that every day. She doesn’t seem to mind as she curls closer to my side and lets her hand slide down my front, fisting my cock.

“I may be addicted.” She smirks and my cock twitches in appreciation.

Ginger and Autumn head to the door, carrying their heels, and don’t bother looking back as I pull Darby back on top of me. “Don’t let me stop you. I’ll totally be your cock slave.”

“I like the sound of that,” she says, grabbing on to my pecs for leverage.

Fuck. I forgot it’s not the weekend. “But we gotta be quick. We’re late to work,” I reply.

Darby and I will be strolling into the office together, late, and looking like hell. Not her, but me. She looks just as delectable as she did last night and does every morning at the office. I wonder if the guys will have any clue that I fucked her or if I can pull off acting completely normal. As far as they know, I banged Ginger and Autumn, not our lovely resident lesbian.

She slaps my face playfully and leans back, jamming my dick so far in her that I almost lose my breath. “Don’t rush me,” she says, and I’m not arguing.

Darby slides up and down my length like she’s been a cock connoisseur her entire life. Not too fast, not too slow, just perfect strokes that suck me deep and almost spit me back out. Her pussy’s so tight; the lack of ever being banged, unlike all of the other women I’ve been with, has me chugging toward an orgasm quicker than ever before.

I dig my hands into her hip, trying to slow her movement and stave off my orgasm until she can get off. When she starts to swing her head from side to side and her hair follows in a glorious brown halo, I fall off the edge and never look back. Thankfully, she follows right after me, moaning through her orgasm and pounding against my pelvis like she’s trying to break me.

She stares down at me and bites her lip. “That was kind of amazing.”

I peel my fingers away from her body, forgetting that I’d been holding on for dear life. “Expect anything less?”

“Well, yeah. You have a cock, and I thought I was a full-on pussy lover, but you have me questioning everything, Chaz.” She’s beautiful when she says the words. I’m too lost staring at her tits to let them fully digest.

“I’m here whenever you need to be filled by some dick.”

“Don’t be surprised if I ask for more,” she says and climbs off me.

I stretch out the tension in my muscles. It has been more than a little while since I’ve used them all to the extent I did in the last twelve hours, and then there’s the fact that I’m hungover.

“Your pussy is so fine that I’d drop trou anywhere, anytime and let you do your thing.”

“Do my thing?” She raises an eyebrow as she slides on a fresh pair of pants without putting on underwear or washing me from her body first.

Jesus. As I pull on my pants from yesterday, I realize I just fucked her without a condom and came inside of her. Like I didn’t pull out, and I didn’t even think about it… That’s never happened to me. At least, not while I was sober. I was too lost in her amazing cunt to even think about it.

“Darby?” I pull on my shirt and sneak a peek of her tits before she covers them in a lacy bra. “Are you on the pill?”

She pulls on her T-shirt and shakes her head. “No, but don’t worry. I can’t get pregnant.”

I swallow the lump that’s already lodged in my throat. “Can I get that in writing?”

“Don’t be silly. Why do you think I adopted?”

“’Cause you didn’t like cock?”

“No, silly. I can’t get pregnant.”

Relief washes over me. It’s not a big deal that I came in her if I can’t knock her up. That would turn an awkward situation into a craptastic one in a hurry.

“Almost ready?” she asks as she wanders into the bathroom and turns the sink on.

“Ready when you are.”