What happened last night?

[Wolk]

OOC: The idea is simple. A man and a woman wake up after a night of wild partying. In the same bed. Nude and messy. They've never seen each other before. They don't even know one another's name. Neither can remember what happened last night.

Usually, this is the end of a hot encounter. I want to try and make it a begining instead and see what might develop between the two.

Open for one female character. Just jump in with the character description and intro.
:OOC

Steve was a twenty-four year old guy. Fairly good-looking and fit - all six feet two and two hundred pounds of him, he has graduated a year ago and now that he had a good job was looking for a girl that might eventually become more than just a girlfriend. Of course, being fairly conservative in his late teens and college days, he had a little trouble holding his liquor and staying up past two. And, apparently, he had fallen into the same pit again.

Waking up to the teasing sunrays that treaded across his face as the sun came up, Steve found himself unable to remember how he went to bed. Not even how he got back home. He went to the nightclub, fairly early in the night, aiming to come back around midnight. And then, blank.

Next to him, Steve felt a warm body that felt distinctly feminine. And, apparently, nude under the sheets. Something that did not help his morning erection, which poked against the girl's thigh.

He looked into the sleeping girl's face. It was cute, the attractively shaped lips slightly parted, and peaceful as she slept, apparently undisturbed. She was unfamiliar and Steve cursed himself mentally for getting so messed up last night. What is he going to say when she wakes up and says 'hi Steve'? 'Hi... you,' huh?

There had to be a way to recall, he thought. He just had to try harder. And he tried, but to no avail. His memory just refused to remind him what had happened and to add to this, it was clouded by the remnants of whatever it was he consumed yesterday, as well as the desires her sweet body's proximity gave rise to.

Oddly, he did not feel too bad, and felt that he could quite easily do the morning fifteen-minute exercises he made routine since after his freshman year. Of course, that'd have to wait today.

Slowly, he moved his lips to hers and caressed them in a soft kiss, as his hand pet her soft hair.

 

[Wolk]

This needs to get back up. Bump.

 

[CollegeCutie]

Natalie smiled softly in her sleep as she felt someone's lips press gently against hers and a hand tenderly stroked her raven hair. Slowly she began to stir awake and with it came the realization that something wasn't right. The last thing she remembered was having a drink at the bar with her friend Megan. Having just gone through a break up with her long-term boyfriend, her friend had thought a night of partying was just the thing to take Natalie's mind off of the ordeal. Guess she had been right, because try as she might Natalie couldn't remember a single thing that had happened after that. What had been in that drink?! Wait...who was kissing her!?!

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing two orbs of deep blue. She found herself staring into the face of a strange, although attractive, man. By the feel of things he was naked under the sheets...and happy to see her. It was then that she realized she was nude as well. "Shit," she mumbled groggily while closing her eyes again and placing a hand on her throbbing head, "What happened last night?"

 

[Wolk]

Steve moved his lips away as he felt the girl come awake. He formed them into an adoring smile. Though, he could not remember anything, he wasn't certain if she did, and it was best to appear like he thoroughly enjoyed their time together.

Her first words, however, dispeled the hope, or was it the fear, that she would be able to recall last night. He shook his head, maintaining the smile.

"We both got wasted. This is about the only thing I can say for certain."

He caugh himself still pressing against her body, and moved back a little, unsure if the attention was welcome.

"Coffee?" He asked more to inform her than to find out the answer. Who wouldn't want it in the state they were in?

Steve searched under the covers for his underwear. Failing to find any, he finally got out of the bed nude and went to the kitchen. He liked his coffee Turkish style - hard, bitter and with as much punch in a hundred milliliter cup than in half a liter of common North American coffee. Making it, however, was a delicate and fairly lengthy procedure, so, for the time being, Steve went with instant. While the water was getting to boil, he got a pair of bagels, putting some butter into both and opened two cups of yogurt.

Having set the hastily made breakfast for two onto a tray, he put on an apron before going back to the bedroom. His still firm erection was plainly obvious as it tented the fabric, but it would at least give the impression of decensy. On the way back, he made a quick drop in to the bathroom, picking up his bath robe into the free hand.

Back in the bedroom, he rested the robe on top of the bed where she could get it if she wanted. The tray went onto her lap over the blanket, where it stayed so Steve could get back under the covers. He caught her eyes and smiled.

"Bon apetit."

 

[CollegeCutie]

Natalie sat up in the bed, using one hand to hold the sheet up to her chest so as not to expose herself, and managed a small smile of gratitude.

"Thanks."

She made a beeline straight for the coffee and took a few sips. Instant.. and no cream.. but it would do. She wished she had some Tylenol on her, anything to make this headache go away.

"God I'm going to kill Megan. I warned her I wasn't a heavy drinker." she said more to herself than to him.

She had noticed his erection when he climbed back into the bed and was a little embarrassed, to say the least. She knew she had no right to be, it was pretty obvious that the two of them had had sex the night before, but she couldn't remember any of it.

"So uh...what's your name?" she asked awkwardly.

 

[Wolk]

He smiled back as she thanked him, watching her take a sip at the coffee. He took the expression on her face for that of delight as the familiar smell and taste of cafeine hit her tongue and nose, which made his smile honest. Somehow it felt good to make her feel a little better.

"I am Steve." He said. "And I can't for the life of me recall your name. Or anything else about last night." An embarassed smile crossed his lips for a few moments.

He took a few gulps of his liquid yogurt. A look back at her revealed that coffee alone didn't seem to make her feel perfect. He leaned in, touching her naked shoulder softly with his palm.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to get you an aspirin, or something else?"

 

[CollegeCutie]

Natalie was in the middle of rubbing her temples in hope of some relief when he asked her if she wanted some asprin. The warmth of his palm spreading across her shoulder.

"It's just a headache but some asprin probably would help. Thank you again. My name's Natalie...don't be embarrassed, I can't remember a darn thing either."

She gave him another smile.

"I'm sorry for being such a bother."

 

[Wolk]

Steve got out of the bed again, taking a trip to the medicine cabinet. His back was turned to the bed as he did so, and the apron did absolute zero to cover anything on his back side, leaving the broad back and firm buttocks for Natalie to see.

He took the opportunity to glance at himself in the mirror and make a few swipes with the comb over his messed morning hair. A quick faceful of cold water and he felt as fresh as ever. Well, minus a slightly heavy head. That, he hoped, would go away soon enough.

He returned to the bedroom, bearing the small plastic bottle. As he walked, Steve screwed it open and shook a tiny white cylinder into his palm. He brought it to her lips.

"Don't be silly, Natalie, it is no bother at all." He smiled. "And if it was, you would be the most lovely bother I've ever had." A quick peck on the cheek came before she could even notice it, then Steve quickly removed his lips back to the modest distance. He smiled, looking into her eyes and silently praying she did not find his attention annoying at this early hour, with the headache she had and knowing so little about him.