Cassie woke face down in a puddle of drool. She lifted her throbbing head to survey her surroundings and moaned. She was in a strange bedroom.
Panicking, she flipped over, and lifted the blanket to assess the damage. Although she wasn't totally naked, she was down to her bra and panties which definitely raised the question. She turned her head to discover a naked Randy passed out on his stomach next to her with his firm bare ass to the sky. Grinning, she took a moment to admire his finely sculpted butt while wondering if the front was every bit as fantastic.
It was difficult to extract her dirty mind from the gutter back to reality, but the question as to why Randy was naked next to her did the trick. She frantically searched her memory for any recollection of how she ended up in his bed, but she came up empty.
Tequila amnesia. It was the worst.