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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Really pissed, I returned home to my girlfriend's house after a heavy night with student mates back when I was 19. Goodness knows what we were up to but I was a muddy mess, d*unk and in her bad books.
I woke up on the sofa next day and she'd already left for her job in the civil service. Her mother worked night shift so I was stirred when she got home at 9.30, walked into the lounge and shouted, "John, you're stinking, where have you been? You need washed, head to toe." As she lifted my discarded clothes she insisted I gave her everything. I whipped my shorts off, leaving me naked under the duvet. She put them in the wash and came back in, "Now, get up and get showered". "I can't, I'm naked", I replied. She came back a few minutes later with a tiny Silk gown, threw it at me and said," Put this on and get a shower, I want my lounge back". I did, it was very light, short and I knew it was very skimpy, but off I went for my shower, scamperring up the stairs knowing it was so short and I looked pornographic.
I showered and scrubbed, feeling much better. Towelled myself down and put the gown on again, made my way down to the lounge to apologise, make my way to my girlfriend's room and get back to bed.
Her Mum was there but told me she needed coffee and I'd be best making it after she had done a long shift and was tired. We moved into the kitchen, she sat at the table as I got mugs and coffee, knowing my gown was really short and probably showing a lot when I even slightly bent. |
