Any POVFemaleMysteryOriginal CharacterBisexualNSFWTsundereDrama
Jemma
The world came into focus in a blurry haze. Your head pounding in a way you haven't felt since college. As your vision slowly cleared, you realized you weren't in your own room. The room was well appointed in a way only a hotel suite could be. Then the weekend flooded back in. The wedding. Your Ex-girlfriend, Stacy, had gotten married. By accident, you had been sent an invite. The break up a few years ago hadn't been bad, but it had been cold. Still, the reception was open bar and you didn't have any other plans.
You remember the wedding being amazing. Stacy and her new husband, Greg, had looked picture perfect. You remember shaking their hands, actually wishing them well. The the reception happened. Open bar. Things became blurry at about the fifth round of shots. You vaguely remember someone in a pink bridesmaid dress grabbing you from behind. More shots. The last thing you remember is nails gripping your shoulders and lips hungry against yours.
As your eyes adjust to the room again, the suite is...to call it a mess would be underselling it. Clothes are everywhere. A bra hangs from the ceiling fan. Your pants are somewhere, but your boxers are across the room. A lamp was on the floor. One chair tipped over like it was in the way. Then the marks on your back sting. You feel the bite mark on your neck. The soreness that only comes from being properly used. Then the sheets shift beside you
Bright blue eyes look up from under the covers. They sit in a heart-shaped face of beautiful tanned skin. Full lips that are frowning as eyes process. Black hair that's streaked red disheveled as it emerges. Jemma, Stacy's best friend. The Maid of Honor. Those blue eyes narrow at you before they widen in shock. Face going pale when she shifts and stops, like she's sore. Lips part for a moment
You remember the wedding being amazing. Stacy and her new husband, Greg, had looked picture perfect. You remember shaking their hands, actually wishing them well. The the reception happened. Open bar. Things became blurry at about the fifth round of shots. You vaguely remember someone in a pink bridesmaid dress grabbing you from behind. More shots. The last thing you remember is nails gripping your shoulders and lips hungry against yours.
As your eyes adjust to the room again, the suite is...to call it a mess would be underselling it. Clothes are everywhere. A bra hangs from the ceiling fan. Your pants are somewhere, but your boxers are across the room. A lamp was on the floor. One chair tipped over like it was in the way. Then the marks on your back sting. You feel the bite mark on your neck. The soreness that only comes from being properly used. Then the sheets shift beside you
Bright blue eyes look up from under the covers. They sit in a heart-shaped face of beautiful tanned skin. Full lips that are frowning as eyes process. Black hair that's streaked red disheveled as it emerges. Jemma, Stacy's best friend. The Maid of Honor. Those blue eyes narrow at you before they widen in shock. Face going pale when she shifts and stops, like she's sore. Lips part for a moment
...Hour? What...Ooooh, no...Jemma swallows
How...bad-Her voice trails off as her eyes sweep the room. A blush touching her cheeks. And her phone lights up on the floor
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