Topic: The Hangover
This is the first story of any kind I've written since I dropped English in school, so I'd appreciate any feedback, even if it is "please, just stop writing."
Jessica stirred in her bed as she came to her senses.
Unfortunately along with her senses came her realisation of having a splitting headache, and the reasons as to why.
She had been out at a club the night before with some of her friends, she also remembered that she hasn't planned to get particularly drunk which, obviously, she failed at.
“Ughh...” she moaned, as she tried to encourage the rest of her body to wake up, because as much as it pained her to admit it, she had to get up to get something to drink, if there was any chance of making her head feel any better.
She lay there for a few minutes more, until she finally got the strength together to get herself up. Her alarm clock read 13:00, and she obviously hadn't bothered to close the curtains the previous night in her drunken state. She doubted that the sun shining directly on her as she slept did much to help her dehydrated state.
As she stumbled her way to the shared kitchen of her flat, she realised that she hadn't even undressed properly. She was still wearing her jeans and loose fitting v-neck t-shirt from last night.
“Morning, sleepyhead!” her flatmate Emma said to her as she arrived in the kitchen, “how did you get on last night?”
“I can't remember,” Jess moaned, “I've got a bad hangover though...”
“Aww, I thought you said you weren't going to be doing anything crazy? I heard you stumbling in at about four this morning, and I wondered what you'd been up to?”
“I honestly can't remember, Em. I'm so sorry about waking you up.”
“Nah, don't sweat it, I can deal with it once in a while, it's not like you do that sort of thing all the time. Anyway, listen, I'm making some soup if you want some, might help with your hangover?”
“Nah it's fine, babe, I'm just gonna have a drink and go back to bed I think.”
Jess had a little laugh to herself on her way to her room, because Emma flushed when she was called a babe. Jess liked to tease her with that sort of stuff, because about half a year ago Emma had told her that she was a lesbian, and that she was interested in Jess. Unfortunately Jess was straight, but they still remained good friends and they still hung out and talked together. It wasn't that Emma wasn't good looking or anything, she was a good 3 or 4 inches taller than Jess, about 5'10'', and she had an athletic build and worked out a lot, the only thing she fell short on were her A cup breasts.
Jess thought about perfect Emma would be with big double D's leaking milk.
“Jess,” she thought to herself, “you must still be drunk from last night”.
She tried to clear the picture of Emma from her mind as she made sure to drink as much as she could and go back to sleep.