Cure for a Headache

I awoke sometime in the middle of the night. Everyone had already passed out. Getting up, I managed to navigate my way towards the bathroom without stepping on any empty beer cans. Stepping into the bathroom, I flicked the light switch, only to ignite a headache. Somewhere between the beer bong and passing out, I got this migraine. After pissing, for what seemed to be forever, I leaned over the bathroom sink. I look up towards the mirror and opened it up, hoping to find a bottle of aspirin – but there was nothing. Peeking out of the bathroom door, I saw James, but he was asleep, passed out on the coffee table. It was his house, and if anyone knew where the medicine was, it would be him. After I stepped out of the bathroom, I walked over to my backpack. I unzipped my bag and pulled out my watch. It was only 2:30, but then again, the party started right after graduation which was at 3:30 in the afternoon. I was wasted, but gathering my senses back. Putting my watch away, I swallowed, and realized how dry my mouth was. The only thing down here in the basement was beer, so I decided to walk upstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Walking up through the dark house into the kitchen, I thought that maybe there was aspirin or something in the bathroom upstairs. So after grabbing a glass of water, I walked across the kitchen and through the foyer towards the stairway. Slowly I walked – step by step, up the carpeted floor. The hallway curved towards the right, so I followed it. As I gazed down the dark hallway, however, my attention was caught by the furthest room, and a lightened glow surrounding its gently opened door. I walked down the hall, passing the bathroom to my right. I had never actually been over James’ house prior to this party, but I had a strong feeling I knew who was in the room.

I quietly reached the door and peered inside. I heard the television, and from my angle saw a bed. Slowly I saw two beautifully long legs, covered in stockings stretch out upon the bed. I slowly and with great caution began to open up the door. I was able to get a glance of the TV – on it was porn. After a few moments of being a voyeur, I began to hear faint feminine moans. I became curious. Who was that I wondered? Again, I remained quiet, but continued to open the door ever so more. After a half an inch of movement, the door’s hinges creaked. I immediately stopped, but it was too late.

“Who’s there,” the voice yelled. But sooner than I could move, I was discovered. The moment I stood up from my previous crouching position, the bedroom door was flung open, but this gorgeous figure. There stood, not five feet away, perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in person. Standing level with myself at about 5′ 7″, my eyes became fixed upon this woman. She stood there in a black dress that was held up by two thin straps resting upon each shoulder. The dress was cut in such a way, revealing a third of her enormous breasts, which were adjacent to a large white pearl necklace. My eyes began to move downward, as I watched her dress stick skin tight to her curving hips and stopping at her upper thigh. Beneath that rested black stockings, which hid here plush skin. Her hair was dirty blonde, and mildly curly. It was all messy, but she stood there twirling it with here left hand and red nails. I began to stare at here face and dark green eyes, which were surrounded by dark mascara and red blush. Licking her fire red lips, she asked, “You must be one of James’ friends?” I stood silent for a moment in awe of her beauty.