Tarna started to wake, though her head pounded and her body ached. Too much drink for the little lass. She peeked an eye open, greeted by the bright light of day, she moaned and quickly shut her eyes again... burying them under the pillow.
Where was she?
Oh right, the inn. Frank and her had gotten a room here due to the difficulties of walking under the influence and unpleasent weather.
Next time she wouldn't try to match Frank drink for drink.
A thought occured to Tarna. She peeked from under the pillow down at her body. Blouse and panties. Momentarily her cheeks were at risk to redden. Logically she talked herself down from it. Still have clothes on, so nothing too big could have happened last night. And Frank's seen her in less... even if purely for medical reasons.
She tried to collect her thoughts and recall the night's events... from after the drinking...
They came up here...
She laid down. He laid down. There was touching, kissing... then they agreed they should try to sleep. And she did. But her boots, skirt and corsette were uncomfortable to sleep in. She remembered getting out of them and waking Frank. More touching, more kissing. Again.. 'we should sleep.' Which might have worked, minus Tarna's brassiere becoming discomforting as well. Heh... course that started up the kissing again. Damn... she wondered how many starts and stops they went through last night. Though, it seemed in the end, sleeping won out.
She peeked out from her pillow again... looking for Frank.
Where was she?
Oh right, the inn. Frank and her had gotten a room here due to the difficulties of walking under the influence and unpleasent weather.
Next time she wouldn't try to match Frank drink for drink.
A thought occured to Tarna. She peeked from under the pillow down at her body. Blouse and panties. Momentarily her cheeks were at risk to redden. Logically she talked herself down from it. Still have clothes on, so nothing too big could have happened last night. And Frank's seen her in less... even if purely for medical reasons.
She tried to collect her thoughts and recall the night's events... from after the drinking...
They came up here...
She laid down. He laid down. There was touching, kissing... then they agreed they should try to sleep. And she did. But her boots, skirt and corsette were uncomfortable to sleep in. She remembered getting out of them and waking Frank. More touching, more kissing. Again.. 'we should sleep.' Which might have worked, minus Tarna's brassiere becoming discomforting as well. Heh... course that started up the kissing again. Damn... she wondered how many starts and stops they went through last night. Though, it seemed in the end, sleeping won out.
She peeked out from her pillow again... looking for Frank.