“Eww, damn…”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to wipe her face off with her forearm. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the covers off her body. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the vomit from her fingertip. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her stiff nipple. Right now, she couldn’t care less about her usual attention to hygiene. Throwing up from sucking her fingers had been sudden, but not unexpected. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the vomit from her fingertip. Her belly expelled a small amount acrid watery vomit all over her chest and crotch. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her lips.
