I lie there just as the sun was starting to peek through the window, recovering from my overindulgence from the night before. An unfamiliar hand was resting on my naked breast. My mind began to race as I tried to recall where I was or how I got there. I was completely naked, nestled in bed with an unfamiliar companion.

No need to panic... let me think. Boy did I have a lot to drink last night. The surroundings feel somewhat familiar, but this is definitely not my bed. I was hesitant to move and risk waking up my bed-mate. I lie there still as I was beginning to recall bits and pieces of the night before. The hand on my breast was small and feminine. I realized that I was in bed with another female and was somewhat relieved that I wasn't in bed with one of the guys I recalled partying with the night before.

Oh yes, it's starting to come back to me. I'm in Monica's room. Whew! At least I'm in my own apartment......but what am I doing in my roommate's bed? And why am I naked?

Monica was completely passed out and I got a little braver. I turned down the cover a bit and confirmed that Monica had no top on. She reached for the covers and snuggled against me. Her warm skin felt great pressed against mine. I still didn't recall how I ended up in Monica's bed. Had she and I had sex? I didn't even think that she was into women. What would I say to her if she woke up now? It's not gay to lie in bed together naked, right?

Oh dear. Perhaps I was overthinking this. Perhaps I got up in the middle of the night and innocently made my way into Monica's bed. Does she sleep naked? There was enough sunlight peeking through the window that I could see her clothes on the floor, including a petite pair of pink thong panties......her pj pants were also on the floor, but no signs of my clothing.

What a night we must have had! I slowly started to recall some of the activities from the night before and felt a little slutty about it. Now it's coming back to me. Monica and I both had sex with guys that weren't our boyfriends. That was fun, particularly the sex with Mike. Monica probably has no idea that we both had sex with him last night. Would she be embarrassed?

Now I remember that Monica and I had a bit of a drunken exchange in the bathroom after we had sent the guys home. We were both drunk and I believe we were already naked. We probably didn't make out with each other. I bet we just crawled into her bed and called it a night... but what if we didn't?

Monica's hand was still on my boob and I began to get aroused at the thoughts of what may have happened. I closed my eyes and let my imagination wander. I imagined kissing her and pressing our naked bodies against each other. I thought back to that first time I had made out with Sandy, the first woman I made out with, and how thrilling it was... how my heart was beating uncontrollably that first time that she went down on me. I had a fantasy about taking another woman to that same place Sandy had taken me. I wondered what it would be like to go down on Monica. Would she be shy like I was? Would I be able to get her off? Would she like it?

I was getting hot thinking about it and kicked the covers completely off. Yes, Monica and I were both completely naked in bed together. How thrilling? I thought about Monica's tight body and how it contrasts with my curvier shape. I wonder which one Mike liked better? Did he like my big boobs or was he more fond of Monica's A cups. I had heard that small chested women can have more sensitive nipples. I kinda wanted to explore that with Monica. I thought about how thrilling it would be to gently rub and tug on her nipples to see what her response might be.

With that, she let out a mild moan. Oh my. My imagination had gotten a little carried away and my hand was playing with one of her nipples. She rolled to her back and I could see that both of her nipples had gotten pokey. I imagine mine might have been too. Was she still sleeping or did she realize what was going on?

The sight of her bare pointy nipples was too much for me to resist. I moved in and started to kiss her boob and explore her nipple with my tongue. She let out another moan to hint at her pleasure. I pulled her nipple completely into my mouth and that seemed to drive her wild. I continued to play with her nipple until I could feel her hand on my head, pushing it down.

Was she signaling for me to go down on her? I started to shift in that direction and she spread her legs. Hey now! I believe I have my answer. I'm totally going for it. I kiss my way down her body, spending time at her belly and hips as her body wriggles. I can smell her scent.

I make my way between her legs and pause to enjoy the sight and smell. She was completely bald down there... a first for me. Completely different than Sandy, who had a little hair like I do. Her pussy lips were more pronounced than Sandy's too. I was eager to explore.

I gave her pussy a light kiss... then another one as she got more and more aroused. Before long my tongue was exploring her pussy and she seemed to be enjoying it. I suckled her relatively long pussy lips before working my tongue inside of her. Her moan let me know how much she liked that and she was nice and wet at this point.

I continued eating her pussy, homing in on what she liked based on her hip movement and moans. The tempo of my tongue movements increased, hoping to get her to a nice orgasm. I enjoyed the scent and taste as I continued to work my tongue on her wet pussy. She was getting close now... after a few more tongue movements, she tensed up, pulling me into her crotch as she orgasmed.

However, she called out her boyfriend's name as she did so. I was somewhat startled by this. In her drunk daze, did she really think it was her boyfriend eating her out? Did she not know it was me? After her orgasm passed, I looked up and our eyes briefly met. I assume her juices had to be in my chin.

It was an awkward moment, to say the least. I took one last look at Monica's pussy and admired my work. Her anatomy was remarkably different than the only other girl I had been with up to that point, yet I brought her to orgasm with relative ease. Her pussy lips looked engorged and her vaginal opening was very pronounced. I wondered if that's what I look like after sex. I looked back at Monica's face and she was kind of frozen in an awkward silence. I panicked and simply left the room, declaring I had to go pee.

I never returned to Monica's room. Instead, I tried to sleep off my hangover while reflecting on my actions. What a slut I've become in the last twenty-four hours! Oh well. Might as well play with my pussy one more time...