I wake spurting, desperately clinging to dissipating visions of her pillowy breasts sandwiching my cock.

Last night she’d approached me at the bar.

Helen.

The seam of her clingy leggings disappeared between her southern orbs, saying, “Fuck you,” to those who thought a woman her size should tent her body.

Her eyebrow cocked, daring me to ignore my friends’ snickers and accept the obscene invite from her parted lips. I regret my idiocy, watching her second choice leave with a handful of her ass.

And so, I lie alone with a mouthful of saliva and my dick in my hand.