A Wet Morning
'Ah, fuck, my head...'
The moment I woke up, before I could even think of anything else, a throbbing pain hammered my skull. Resisting the urge to be greedy and lie there for another three hours, I rolled over and used the momentum to spring out of bed.
I felt like cursing or letting out a massive sigh would make me feel better, but even making a sound felt like too much effort.
I distinctly remembered it. Despite having zero experience with men—hell, zero dating experience whatsoever—I had ended up rolling around in bed with Meria under the influence of alcohol, letting her do all sorts of things to me.
How the hell was that girl so strong? Faint bruises and handprints were still scattered all over my body.
'I'll have to demand compensation in the form of breakfast—no, is it lunchtime already? Whatever, she's paying for my food.'
I checked belatedly to see if she had already slipped away, but fortunately—or maybe unfortunately—Meria was still fast asleep, completely knocked out.
First, I needed to sort myself out.
"Ha, seriously..."
Since I had slept completely naked, the moment I stepped into the bathroom and saw my reflection in the mirror, the bruises, handprints, and hickeys became glaringly obvious.
I started by roughly tidying up my messy hair, reaching for my ribbon—
"Ugh, Unni..."
A sudden sound made me flinch—that was stack one. The thought that she might throw up made me flinch again—stack two. Then, a dark-haired figure came slithering out of the room—stack three.
"How's your stomach?"
"I feel like I'm dying... I don't think... I'm going to throw up... but I just want to lie down more..."
Sigh.
I finished fixing my messy hair and went to support Meria. Unlike yesterday when we were drunk, pressing our bare, naked bodies together while relatively sober made me feel a bit embarrassed.
"Mnh, Unni, you're so sexy..."
The troublesome drunk clung to me tightly as I laid her down on the bed, refusing to let go.
"Do you know what a masterpiece this view is from down here? Maybe you don't realize it because it's your own body. Have you ever even seen anyone else's breasts before?"
I knew I had a decent chest, but maybe because I spent so much time around women with massive breasts, I never thought mine were anything extraordinary.
"Seeing how you're spouting nonsense, you seem perfectly fine. Shall we get up?"
"Those kiss marks all over you are so hot, Unni. The bruises... well, I'm sorry about that. It's fine if I don't leave bruises next time, right? Or... is there no next time...?"
"I'm not particularly hungry, probably because we ate so well yesterday. We can take our time with lunch, right?"
We were both just talking past each other.
Pouting at my constant evasion, Meria stared at me before grabbing my arm and pulling me down onto the bed.
"Answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me, answer m—"
"Ah, alright, alright! You're giving me a headache."
We were only two years apart, but it felt more like twelve. I used to get this exact feeling when taking care of kids at the orphanage. Why the hell was I feeling this way toward a twenty-year-old?
"First, I've never slept with a woman before, so I don't know what it's supposed to feel like. Second, I'm going to claim damages for the bruises in the form of food. Third, the bruises are fine. No, wait—I don't mean it's fine for you to bruise me, I mean the ones that are already there are fine."
Seeing the mischievous corners of Meria's mouth twitch upward at the mention of the bruises being fine, I quickly corrected myself.
"So as long as I don't leave bruises, it's fine?"
Wrapping her arms seductively around my neck, Meria pulled me down to press our breasts together, and then—
"Mmph..."
She immediately bolted straight to the bathroom.
If we had kissed just a second sooner... I didn't even want to imagine it.
"I'm shorry..."
Meria must have been incredibly embarrassed, as she huddled miserably on the bed, muttering dejectedly to herself.
It wasn't like she had actually thrown up mid-kiss, nor did she smell bad. Even if she had, it wasn't something I'd care too much about, but I wasn't the type to offer sweet, comforting words to a depressed person, nor did I have the talent for it.
"I told you, don't worry about it. Acting like that only makes me feel worse."
I guess I had no choice.
I crawled over Meria, pressing my body against hers, and kissed her. After gauging her reaction, I slipped my tongue back into her mouth.
Fortunately, there was no bad smell.
"Mnh, ah... nn..."
Pressed so tightly together, our breasts squished against each other. I had intended to stop after a brief tease, but Meria's eager response made it awkward to pull away.
Honestly, I was getting turned up by the kiss too. Even if Meria hadn't clung to me, I probably would have kept going.
"You don't hate doing this first thing in the morning, do you?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have kissed you."
To be honest, rubbing our naked bodies together as two women first thing in the morning while completely sober was pretty embarrassing. But after what we did yesterday, my mindset was more along the lines of, 'Well, we've already gone this far...'
"Unni, since I'm already apologizing, can I do one more thing to be sorry for?"
"What is it now? You're making me nervous."
Meria flipped me over, pinning me beneath her. She awkwardly tangled her legs with mine, pressing our pussies flush against each other.
This is actually a bit embarrassing...
The position was clumsy, the situation was awkward, and since we were both total beginners, we couldn't even get the angle right. It wasn't easy to get aroused like this.
But that only lasted a moment. As we kept grinding, we found a stable rhythm, and a sweet, tingling sensation slowly began to build inside me.
Our folds, which had barely been making contact, found the perfect angle and began to stimulate each other. The forced, awkward grinding melted away, replaced by a natural, instinctive sway of our hips designed purely for pleasure.
"This is so fucking embarrassing..."
Unlike last night, when the room was pitch black and we were completely wasted, it was now broad daylight, and we were stone-cold sober. The sheer embarrassment was off the charts.
Yet, unlike me, Meria seemed completely lost in the sensation of our grinding, her face flushed a deep crimson.
I couldn't tell if she was turned on by the physical stimulation or just the act itself. But despite practically ravishing me last night, she now looked like an innocent girl masturbating for the very first time.
Seeing her like this, I could finally understand why she had been so crazed and dominant yesterday.
"You're so fucking hot."
"W-What?"
I pressed my body even closer, grinding harder against Meria's wet slit. Honestly, the friction was so intense that I felt like I might climax myself, but I held it in and focused on pleasuring her.
Unable to keep her upper body propped up, Meria's posture quickly collapsed. She fell flat on her back, her legs splayed wide open.
Watching her twitch and shiver under my control, I stopped moving my hips for my own pleasure. Now, I was grinding solely to witness Meria's lewd, undone state.
"W-Wait, Unni. That's too hard... Slower, gently..."
'Her begging is so fucking hot.'
Meria threw her head back, gripping the bedsheets tightly. Her juices were flowing so heavily that a wet, squelching sound echoed between our thighs.
Having found my rhythm, I rolled my hips in a steady beat. Meria's legs twitched and spasmed with every thrust.
The physical stimulation should have been similar for both of us, but maybe because I was the one in control, I could hold myself back better.
"Hee-egh!?!?"
In the end, Meria ended up pissing herself right then and there. She frantically let go of the bedsheets to cover her crotch, but there was no stopping the floodgates once they had burst.
I was already so incredibly aroused that instead of finding it dirty, I only wanted to make her squirt out even more.
I slapped away her hands as she desperately tried to block the flow, and kept grinding relentlessly.
With her other hand gripping the bed to keep her balance, Meria couldn't offer any resistance. She was forced to endure the overwhelming stimulation, her own warm urine, and a shattering orgasm all at the same time.
"Unni, Unni, no! Stop, I hate it, I hate it...!!"
"Pissing the bed at your age?"
I looked down at Meria with a smug smirk. After trembling violently for a long moment, she finally collapsed onto the mattress, panting heavily.
She didn't seem mad, because when I lay down beside her, she clung to me. Naturally, I immediately betrayed that trust.
Pretending to just stroke her thigh, I suddenly slipped my middle finger inside her and began to stroke her walls. Startled, Meria gasped and hugged me tightly.
"You said... you'd stop...!"
I had fully expected her to push me away, but since she clung to me instead, it only made it easier for me to stir her wet insides.
"I never said I'd stop. And even if I did, sorry. You're just too fucking hot."
"Ah! Nnh, hng...!"
"Did you behave badly yesterday, or did you not?"
"I was bad, I was bad...! I'm sorry for acting so selfishly yesterday!!"
Watching Meria squirm and writhe around my fingers, looking like she was going to die of pleasure, I couldn't hold back.
Since we had nearly a fifteen-centimeter height difference, Meria felt incredibly small in my arms.
The kids at the orphanage or my shorter friends felt like this. Doing something so depraved to someone who felt so small gave me a strange, thrilling sense of guilt...
"Then this is your punishment."
"Ah, ahh!! Hng, ugh...! U-Unni, I really hate you...!"
I slid my pinky finger in alongside my middle finger and began to churn her inside. Right before my eyes, her gaze went completely vacant and teary. Only after she had climaxed once more did I finally let her go.
"Still, Meria's the one who dirtied the sheets, so shouldn't Meria be the one to wash them...?"
"Be quiet. I'm the one who said no. Besides, I brought you food, didn't I?"
No matter how I thought about it, she had definitely climaxed spectacularly before she could even say no...
But knowing she wouldn't listen and would only pout if I pointed it out, I kept my mouth shut.
"So, you said this was a culinary trip, but how long are we staying here? I left without any real plans, but I don't intend to stay in one place for too long."
I should probably start preparing before then.
"Well, even if it's a food trip, it's not like we're going to eat grand meals three times a day. We need to look around the town, make some money... It's my first trip too, so I don't really know..."
"If we look around, we'll probably hear about some good places to visit. Still, I plan to leave in three or four days, so make sure you're ready to move by then."
But first, I had to wash out the piss.