Toby was very pleased when Justine shoved her lips on his, crashing them together in a hot symphony. Her body was pressed against his, but Toby didn't think it was enough. As their kiss got more fiery, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on his lap. He wasn't in his right mind, which meant he would push this as far as possible.
As it got hotter and hotter, Toby laid Justine down on the couch and on top of her, not breaking the kiss for a second. When he pulled away to breath he barely stopped kissing her, except he moved downward to her neck. He started sucking on a small spot behind her ear, and was pleased when he heard her let out a small sigh of pleasure, and they were both gone, one truly intoxicated with alcohol, and the other intoxicated with their lover's passion.
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Justine was running her fingers through Toby's hair as he lay asleep on top of her, asleep. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She looked over at the pile of their clothes and sighed. She was so ashamed of herself, for enjoying it, for letting it happen, for not getting up and leaving when she had the urge to kiss him. He was drunk out of his mind, and that was why she felt so bad about this. It wasn't even make up sex, it was useless sex that he wouldn't remember.
Justine slipped from under him and grabbed her clothes and got dressed quickly. She walked down the hall to his room and grabbed a blanket for him. She took it back and put it over him after she re-positioned him (or tried to) and put a pillow under his head. She took the water and crackers into the kitchen and put them away. She walked back in and took the rag and trash can away, putting the puke in the toilet and rinsing the rag out in the sink. She set the rag in his massive dirty laundry pile and the trash can in the shower. She turned the shower on hot and filled up the trash can with water, adding soap. Once it was filled she took the laundry to the laundry room and let the trash can soak.
She started a load of laundry for him, she looked down and saw puke all over her clothes. She bit her lip and walked into Toby's room. She grabbed a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts. She put them on quickly and took her clothes back to the laundry room to add them with the laundry.
She walked back into the living room, grabbing a trash bag on her way and started cleaning up all the trash in his living room. She didn't want to go home, because she knew he would be really hungover in the morning, and when she was stressed she would clean. Needless to say her apartment was spotless, and Toby's house is a disaster.
She cleaned his entire house, including vacuuming his entire house, sweeping, and mopping. By the time she was done it was almost ten o'clock. She locked the doors and turned to look at Toby, who slept through all her cleaning. She sighed and kissed his nose before running off to his bedroom. She plugged his phone into the iHome to charge, and her phone into the wall charger. She had quite a few messages, most from Jenna of course. She set her phone down and turned on the lamp, then out the main light. She crawled into Toby's bed and under the fluffy comforter laying her head on the fluffy pillow:It smelled exactly like Toby. She picked up her phone and texted Jenna.
Hey, I'm at Toby's, don't flip your lid. Everything is alright, with me. Idk about me and Toby. I got a call from a bar today saying Toby was drunk as hell, so I went to go pick him up. A lot happened between then and now, but I'm staying here to take care of him in the morning. Maybe he'll remember what happened when we got home. I'm going to bed now though. I cleaned his entire apartment. Love you *mwah*
Justine sent the message and set her phone on phone calls only. She set it on the night stand and turned off the lamp. She closed her eyes and fell asleep shortly after.
Toby woke up around one o clock when he heard a piercing scream coming from his room. He jumped up and ran to his room, hitting the walls a few times since it was pitch black. He walked in to find Justine tossing and turning frantically, mumbling and moaning. He walked over and shook her softly, hoping she would shut up, his head was pounding. She bolted up and grabbed onto his arms defensively. He turned on the lamp and stared at her, when she recognized it was him she sighed and looked away, dropping her grip on him.
"Are you alright?" Toby asked. Justine just shook her head. Toby sighed and looked around, then he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes.
He blushed and walked over to his dresser, wondering how that happened. He slid on a pair of boxers and some sweat pants. He crawled into bed next to her and put his arm around her when he saw she was crying, she fell into him and buried her head in his shoulder, sobbing.
"Justine, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" She nodded against his shoulder. "Wanna tell me about it?"
She shook her head so Toby just continued to comfort her, he was falling asleep when she reached over and turned the lamp out. While she did Toby laid down and turned towards her. She lay down next to him and curled into him, he wrapped his arms around her and they fell asleep together.
As it got hotter and hotter, Toby laid Justine down on the couch and on top of her, not breaking the kiss for a second. When he pulled away to breath he barely stopped kissing her, except he moved downward to her neck. He started sucking on a small spot behind her ear, and was pleased when he heard her let out a small sigh of pleasure, and they were both gone, one truly intoxicated with alcohol, and the other intoxicated with their lover's passion.
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Justine was running her fingers through Toby's hair as he lay asleep on top of her, asleep. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She looked over at the pile of their clothes and sighed. She was so ashamed of herself, for enjoying it, for letting it happen, for not getting up and leaving when she had the urge to kiss him. He was drunk out of his mind, and that was why she felt so bad about this. It wasn't even make up sex, it was useless sex that he wouldn't remember.
Justine slipped from under him and grabbed her clothes and got dressed quickly. She walked down the hall to his room and grabbed a blanket for him. She took it back and put it over him after she re-positioned him (or tried to) and put a pillow under his head. She took the water and crackers into the kitchen and put them away. She walked back in and took the rag and trash can away, putting the puke in the toilet and rinsing the rag out in the sink. She set the rag in his massive dirty laundry pile and the trash can in the shower. She turned the shower on hot and filled up the trash can with water, adding soap. Once it was filled she took the laundry to the laundry room and let the trash can soak.
She started a load of laundry for him, she looked down and saw puke all over her clothes. She bit her lip and walked into Toby's room. She grabbed a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts. She put them on quickly and took her clothes back to the laundry room to add them with the laundry.
She walked back into the living room, grabbing a trash bag on her way and started cleaning up all the trash in his living room. She didn't want to go home, because she knew he would be really hungover in the morning, and when she was stressed she would clean. Needless to say her apartment was spotless, and Toby's house is a disaster.
She cleaned his entire house, including vacuuming his entire house, sweeping, and mopping. By the time she was done it was almost ten o'clock. She locked the doors and turned to look at Toby, who slept through all her cleaning. She sighed and kissed his nose before running off to his bedroom. She plugged his phone into the iHome to charge, and her phone into the wall charger. She had quite a few messages, most from Jenna of course. She set her phone down and turned on the lamp, then out the main light. She crawled into Toby's bed and under the fluffy comforter laying her head on the fluffy pillow:It smelled exactly like Toby. She picked up her phone and texted Jenna.
Hey, I'm at Toby's, don't flip your lid. Everything is alright, with me. Idk about me and Toby. I got a call from a bar today saying Toby was drunk as hell, so I went to go pick him up. A lot happened between then and now, but I'm staying here to take care of him in the morning. Maybe he'll remember what happened when we got home. I'm going to bed now though. I cleaned his entire apartment. Love you *mwah*
Justine sent the message and set her phone on phone calls only. She set it on the night stand and turned off the lamp. She closed her eyes and fell asleep shortly after.
Toby woke up around one o clock when he heard a piercing scream coming from his room. He jumped up and ran to his room, hitting the walls a few times since it was pitch black. He walked in to find Justine tossing and turning frantically, mumbling and moaning. He walked over and shook her softly, hoping she would shut up, his head was pounding. She bolted up and grabbed onto his arms defensively. He turned on the lamp and stared at her, when she recognized it was him she sighed and looked away, dropping her grip on him.
"Are you alright?" Toby asked. Justine just shook her head. Toby sighed and looked around, then he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes.
He blushed and walked over to his dresser, wondering how that happened. He slid on a pair of boxers and some sweat pants. He crawled into bed next to her and put his arm around her when he saw she was crying, she fell into him and buried her head in his shoulder, sobbing.
"Justine, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" She nodded against his shoulder. "Wanna tell me about it?"
She shook her head so Toby just continued to comfort her, he was falling asleep when she reached over and turned the lamp out. While she did Toby laid down and turned towards her. She lay down next to him and curled into him, he wrapped his arms around her and they fell asleep together.