Whistling in the Cornfield

I awoke suddenly with a dull ache in my head and an acute sense of
thirst. The recurrent rhythms of the club were still tapping their feet
in my skull. I felt like I had tinnitis. More urgently I was very
thirsty. I could feel Laurie's body lying next to me in the bed. She
was warm, naked and snoring. I rolled out of bed and put on her
dressing gown. I headed down the hall towards the bathroom. Despite
being slightly disorientated I decided against switching the light on,
for fear of disturbing anyone else in the house. I negotiated the
ironing board set up in the hallway and got a minor snarl as I trod on
the dog's tail. I eventually found my way to what her mother referred
to as the 'little boys' room.
Once inside' I switched the light on and stuck my head under the cold
tap.I drank at length, stopped then drank some more. I lifted the
toilet seat, took a long piss, decided against flushing, then took
another drink. Whilst at the sink, I cupped my hands and threw cool
water into my face. I smirked at my reflection in the mirror, as I
stood there in a full length pink, silk dressing gown. I smiled and
thought of Laurie's warm body in the bed. My loins twitched at the
mental image of her chest rhythmically rising and falling with sleepy
breaths. I spied the mouthwash on the window sill and gave myself a
quick sloosh. Then I added a splash of Paco Rabanne situated nearby. I
dried my hands and face on the towel and tiptoed back to bed, with
renewed vigour. I was single minded on my return to the bedroom.
Laurie was obviously still asleep, but she was not snoring so loudly.
In the darkness I felt my way to the end of the bed. Kneeling on the
floor my hands sought and found her feet. I grasped them, pressing
gently with my thumbs into her soles. I slipped my head under the end
of the duvet. I moved my hands, and clasped her ankles, tugging them
slightly apart. I kissed the arch of each foot, several times. Hands
leading, I stroked and kissed my way up her calves . I crawled
completely under the duvet. I positioned myself directly between her
legs and rubbed the backs of her knees. It was hot under the covers,
but I didn't rush towards my ultimate target in case I woke her too
violently. Her breathing was controoled but she was still asleep. I
began stroking the ouside of her thighs and kissed and nibbled the
insides. I rubbed my fingers along the smoothness of her flanks, and
around her naked cheeks. Her knees voluntarily raised, and I heard her
breathing spasm out of synch. I worked my tongue and teeth closer,
towards her sex. My nostrils sensed she was awake. Her musky scent, and
wriggling hips, urged me on. I rubbed the top of my head against her
bush and slid my nose upwards between her. My lips puckered and I
kissed her long and deep. I poked out my tongue and she squealed
audibly. Only she didn't squeal. The light switch clicked. I threw back
the duvet. Laurie stood at the door. She was shouting something. My
ears were ringing. The room was unfamiliar. Her mother screamed and
kicked out from underneath me. Her father woke up beside us. I was
helpless as he focussed on me dressed in a pink night-gown, kneeling
over his wife and wearing his after-shave.