Tegan's POV

I wake up in the bathtub. I'm completely naked and there's a bar of soap in between my legs. I groan and sit up but I immediately regret doing so. My head begins to spin and my vagina starts to burn.

I internally freak out as I try to remember what happened after we got home. I know we drank even more, therefore we got really drunk. I look to my left and Sara is sprawled out near the toilet fast asleep.

I pick up the bar of soap and study it. There is a dry white coating on it. "Shit." I mumble. I can't believe she used this! No wonder why it burns.

I slowly get out of the tub, cupping my crotch in my hands. I turn on the sink, hold out a free hand and full it with cold water. I splash it on my clit and inside so that the burning will hopefully subside. It does.

Sara is face down right near the toilet bowl, ass in the air. Her shoulders and neck are gonna hurt when she wakes up. I leave her there and I fix myself a bowl of cereal. I check the calendar. Our European tour starts next week. We really have to get our shit together.

I finish eating and rinse out my bowl. I find some lounge pants and a baggy T-shirt. I put them on and shuffle into the living room with a glass of ice cold water. I turn on the tv and watch an episode of Pretty Little Liars. I follow along intently. I really love this show.

Soon it ends and I go to pick up my guitar and practice some songs for the tour. Halfway through 'Drove Me Wild' I hear retching in the bathroom.

"Let it out Sara," I say to myself. "Let it all out." I set down my guitar and check to see if she's okay.

Sara looks up at me with bags under her eyes. Her skin is ridiculously pale. I flush the toilet for her and help her stand. I turn on the faucet and stick her face under the rush of frigid water.

She sputters and comes up, her face and torso dripping with water. She doesn't say a word but groggily rinses her toothbrush and puts Crest on it. She sticks the brush in her mouth and sits on the edge of the tub keeping her head down.

"I'm hungover too," I tell her. I mimic her, getting my toothbrush together. I lean against the doorframe. We brush in silence. She spits out before me and goes to lean against the kitchen table. I spit out and follow her.

"What happened last night?" She asks quietly.

I rack my brain. "You fucked me with a bar of soap. It burns." I stare at Sara for some realization. She starts to crack up.

"Soap?! Really?" She holds her sides as she doubles over. "Aww I'm sorry. Lemme fuck you the right way." She picks me up and lays me across the table.

"Sara, this isn't sanitary." I watch her as she gets on top of me. I hold on to the edges of the table so I don't fall.

"You have kitchen cleanser. You'll be fine." She kisses me. She's hungover but she's not gonna let it show. "You'll be fine."

Sara's POV

My head is pounding as I take off Tegan's T-shirt. My knees make contact with the wood of the table when I straddle her. Her tits are hard and inviting. I knead and twist them. She moans and puffs her chest out.

I kiss between her breasts and suck on each individual nipple. I let my tongue glide down her stomach and dip into her belly button.

"Why do you have clothes on?" I take off her sweatpants and unearth her wet, eager pussy. "I was planning on screwing you."

"I didn't know that. I can't read your mind." She bucks her hips into my face and I waste no time. I lap at her slit, sticking the tip of my tongue in and pushing up. She gasps and lets out a long breath.

My head is swimming but I continue. I keep applying pressure with my tongue inside her. She grabs my hands and locks our fingers together. She begins grinding on my face, lifting her hips up and down, gaining speed.

"Yeah! Oh yes, yes, yes!" Her grip on my hands tighten and she lets her head drop back. I look up and all I see is her chin. It's down so that means her mouth is open. Her walls tense around my tongue and she convulses into spasms. She screams, gasping for breath as I untangle my right hand and push down on her clit with my thumb.

"Like this?" I ask, pushing down harder. This sends her into a frenzy as she moans for me to keep going. I grind the pad of my thumb on her pink satin. She stares into my eyes and holds my face in her hands.

I start to play with myself as she arches her back against me as I switch from my thumb to the heel of my hand. She cries out one more time before a massive orgasm takes over and she just lies there catching her breath.

When she finally comes down from her orgasmic high she sits up. "Now you."

Tegan's POV

I lay Sara on her stomach and lift up her ass. I smack it a couple times before I put two fingers in her moist slit. I pump her from behind and she holds onto the table, moaning deeply.

I get up on my knees, plunging my fingers deeper with every pump. I stroke at her G-spot and scissor her. Each moan gets louder and more breathless and high pitched.

"Oh god yes Tegan." She lifts her upper body and supports herself on her hands, her head down. With my left hand I stroke her back. "Faster!" she commands. I do as she wishes.

My hand goes in and out in a blur. I swear if it were possible, my hand would start smoking. Her twat starts to leak with her sweet white fluid but it really rushes out and down my wrist with one final thrust and her deafening screech-moan.

I lick her off of my wrist and fingers and she takes me down with her on the table. She just holds me and pets my hair.

"We got cum on the table," I say. And we sure did. It's all over the wood.

Sara laughs. "We'll clean it." She proceeds to lick it off of the table. When she finishes, she has it all over her face. She smiles and it's all over her teeth, lips and tongue.

I can't help but laugh. "We're going to officially disinfect this later," I tell her and join in on the "cleaning".