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Oh God… everything, everything’s like it’s shrouded in fog. Where am I? On a bed? Am I already home or… Is that Stacey in front of me, right? So we made it back home and must’ve gotten absolutely shitfaced at that bar, yeah… but something’s off. Maybe I shouldn’t have been drinking while on antibiotics. Doctors aren’t just talking out their asses when they say you can’t mix booze and meds, because I’m seriously tripping balls right now… Like it’s not Stacey in front of me, but… a dude? Oh God, it’s just hallucinations, it’s definitely her, standing there, dancing, probably about to give me a blowjob, and I…
Fuck, I can’t even feel my dick getting hard! But… but it’s seriously hot between my legs, so why the hell… ugh, screw it, I’m probably just too drunk. I threw my head back onto the pillow and closed my eyes, as if that could somehow blur out what’s happening, but instead, everything got sharper, brighter, more real. Stacey ran a finger across my stomach… and I flinched. It was unexpected and, at the same time, nice… God, this is all so weird. Usually when I’m drunk, pleasure doesn’t hit me like this, but now it’s all different.
— Mmm, you’re so quiet today, — a voice came, but not the one I expected. It was...