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And so, having recovered from a night of good times, followed by too much beer (note to self-if you don't want to hurl, don't drink that FOURTH Guiness Stout), I am at last fully upright and functioning.

Picture girl sitting in hometown Irish pub versus swanky all dressed in black yuppie club across the street, but feeling lonely and out of place. Kicking herself, she is still thinking of Mr. Pie a la Mode (her new/other nickname for Mr. Lickable-as wholesome as mom's apple pie with a little something on the side). She wants to be with him so bad-she'd like to pull his shorts down and suck his cock and have him cum in her face then turn her over and fuck her over and over and yet.....knowing it's not going to happen, she surveys her surroundings.

The bar is nice enough, not too crowded, but not an empty dive. One of the bartenders walks up and asks for her order, so she decides-it's an Irish pub-Guiness please. Sitting there she slowly sips her drink, there's a baseball game on TV and while she's not a big fan, she starts to watch a little of it. A guy comes in-a cute guy and she's hoping he'll sit next the her and strike up a conversation, but he just gets his drinks and heads toward the back of the bar. Surprisingly though, she has finished her drink and the male bartender comes up to see if she wants a refill. What the hey, let's live dangerously, so she agrees and notices that the bartender is kind of cute.

So, she sips her beer, continues to watch the game, and this is where she makes her big mistake! She's kind of hungry and she doesn't want to get totally wasted so as the bartender walks by again, she asks if he has any "crisps"-hmmm, "crisps" he looks at her like she's from Mars. "You know crisps/chips"-oh chips, sure, sure the food parts closed but I'll get you some. She assures him he doesn't have to take the trouble, but he does and in her book, his rating goes up another notch.

At this point, the bartender comes back with a basket of potato chips and she thanks him. As he walks away she has the uncontrollable urge to call him back, to lean over the bar and kiss him, to ask him if he'll take her in the back and make out with her. He's cute enough and anything to take her mind off Mr. Pie a la Mode sounds good just about now. But as she surreptitiously watches the guy, she notices he has a ring on his finger and is probably married. Not that she cares, but it would be way too embarrassing and a real ego crusher if she propositioned him right now and he turned her down because he was married. Somewhere in Clinical Psych 101 didn't they teach you about needing to break your patterns if you want to evolve?

She is eating the crisps-a bit strange tasting (garlic maybe...) not great, but she is hungry and wants something other than a chocolate chip cookie for dinner in her stomach. As she finishes her second drink, she has a nice buzz and thinks-what the hell, one more and motions to the bartender for a refill.

At this point the guy sitting next to her, a tall, dark gentleman asks her if she will watch his drink while he goes outside to make a cell call. She nods and he pushes his drink towards her. A few minutes later he comes back and she passes his drink back to him. Moments later a guy walks into the bar and starts talking to him....the guy he called possibly? Just as she is about to wrap things up, the guy turns to her and starts asking her questions. He's kind of cute and seems nice and someone is finally paying attention to her, so she decides to order one more drink and stay awhile longer-even though she knows she is definitely over the hill tipsy, the buzz has gone from a the sound of a bumblebee to a lawn mower in her head.

So, choking down her fourth Guiness, she listens to the guy chat her up. His is ignoring his friend who is getting a bit impatient, but proceeds to ask her what she does and where she's from and why she's here. She thinks it's nice to chat, but he's not Mr. Pie a la Mode, and the fact that he waited till she was wasted off her ass makes her suspicious of his attentions...does he like her or does he just like drunk her?

His friend wants to go and he makes a point of telling her that he will be back tomorrow night-she gets the hint, but already knows in her mind that tomorrow night she plans on checking out a different bar. This one was nice, but the other one sounds more her type even if it is further away and frankly if the guy had wanted to bag her tonight, she would have let him, but he's not worth that much effort sober. She bids him ado and turns back to finish her $6 beer--she will finish it if it kills her, she hasn't drunk like this in years and feels liberated if anything.

Finishing the beer, she knows she is wasted, but determined to get back to her hotel room. She gets a bit turned around and lost, but eventually she finds it and enters her room. She wants to e-mail him, she wants to tell him how much she would like him to violate her in a way that will make her scream like a scalded cat, but as wasted as she is, she knows not to do that. And almost immediately it hits her....the nausea.

She makes it to the bathroom, but nothing rises as much as she tries. Sitting on the toilet feeling both mellow and morose at the same time, she reaches for the waste basket and 1...2...3 times ralphs into the basket. Up comes beer, crisps, and cookie, but oh.....she feels much better.

Back in the bedroom, she realizes that somewhere along the way she has lost pants and panties and is walking around in just her top and bra....suddenly the room starts spinning again and she is back in the bathroom, this time hitting the bowl...1...2...3 more times, flush, she slides back on the floor and embraces the caress of the cold tile against her body...waking a couple hours later, she crawls from the bathroom and into the bed....

A few hours later she awakens to realize it is way to early to be up with a hangover...her mouth tastes like puke and her brain is fuzzy, but she's up....it's almost 7am and she rises to straighten the room, use the bathroom, and curse the fact that she forgot her toothpaste....luckily she has some gum and that takes care of the taste in her mouth. Vowing to never drink four Guinesses again on an almost empty stomach (or mix them with garlic flavor crisps) she feels a bit more refreshed....comfy finally in her pajamas, she puts the "Do Not Disturb" on the door and slides back into bed, hoping for a few more hours of blissful sleep...and that it is!

She wakes a few hours later, feeling refreshed and satisfied with memories of dream sex! A twenty-something tall, dark haired boy that she is riding on a subway with, she chats him up, and leans in to kiss him and stroke his cock through his jeans, the feel of a hard dick exciting her...suddenly she is following him off the train into a restaurant wanting him to chat with her then go back to his place for a quick fuck, but he is having non of that so she turns to the hostess, a friend of his, and starts flirting with her, the boy incensed walks off as she leans in to kiss and grope the girl.....flash forward, she is waking up in her bed to two chambermaids cleaning her room, music playing as they replace towels....she wonders why they came in when her door had a "do not disturb" sign on it. They notice she is awake and the blond one comes over and sits on her bed as she flips the covers off of it. The next thing she knows the blond is crawling across the bed, kissing her deeply, stroking her breasts, mouths open drinking it all in, the girl is startled but aroused. As the brunette stands and watches the whole scene the Blond proceeds to pull down the girl's panties and go down on her....licking her cunt, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue, the girl wiggles with pleasure enjoying being eaten out by a girl, aroused by the fact that someone else is watching the whole thing. Hoping that when the one girl tires that the other will step in or join them for some fun.

Suddenly the girl awakens, a noise having whisked her from dreamland, but she can still see the erotic imagery in her head and feels a warm tingly sensation in her cunt, hot and wet from all that dream sex. Then she realizes something...not one dream included him....hmmm, but she is still hot and wet and ripe if he were here to take her and so she does what any sane and slightly hung over girl would do......she closes her eyes, picturing the pleasure of being eaten out by him and proceeds to masturbate until she cums a long, slow, sweet river of juice.