SUNDAY
Morning came and Alicia was sound asleep on the couch. She was still naked, but the cum that was all over her had now hardened all over her body. Enough sunlight had come through the blinds to wake her up. Slowly, she pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"Fuck..." she said, "my whole body smells like cum."
She was too tired to take a shower last night, so she passed out on the couch. She stood up and realized that her body was still sore from the fucking she got last night. She could barely walk.
Regardless, she looked around the floor, half awake, searching for her clothes. The t-shirt she wore yesterday still had a cum stain on it, so she decided to take the shirt she borrowed from Tommy. After finding her clothes, she walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
Inside Tommy's bathroom, she put her clothes on top of the clothes hamper. Tommy didn't like to do laundry and neither did his roommates. The hamper was bursting with dirty clothes so much so that there were clothes strewn all over the floor too. The bathroom was disgusting. It desperately needed a woman's touch, but Alicia didn't feel like playing maid today.
She stepped into the shower, which was full of stains. Doing her best to ignore the grotesque appearance of the bathroom, she turned the water on and looked for soap.
Most of the time when Alicia would take a shower, she would take some time to play with herself – but not today. She wanted to hurry up and get dressed and leave before Tommy or Rolan woke up.
She lathered her body up several times to make sure to get the stench of semen off her body. She also washed her hair thoroughly to get all the cum out of it.
After her shower, she reached out and grabbed a towel off the rack. She sniffed it and surprisingly, it smelled clean. She dried herself off and began putting her clothes on.
It felt nice to be clean after getting so dirty the night before. The only drawback was now she smelled like a guy. She had to use their body wash and shampoo.
Once she was dressed, she went into the living room. No one was up. She grabbed her phone off the floor and touched the screen.
14 missed calls. 21 text messages.
"Shit."
She opened the door slowly and stepped outside. While she walked to her car she checked her messages. They were all from Peter.
Inside her car, she read each of the messages. Peter was upset that he had not heard from her since Friday night. He apologized for asking her to leave. He said he loved her and wanted to see her again.
His messages were desperate. He loved her and felt bad about what happened Friday night. Deep down, Alicia felt bad about it too, but how could she talk to Peter now? She ignored him all day yesterday and she felt guilty about it, but what would she tell him? That she was blackmailed into having sex with Tommy Harris at his apartment, then decided to stay, play strip poker, and get double-teamed by Tommy and his roommate? She didn't want to tell him that. That would crush him.
Before she got in the car, she gave her father a call.
"Daddy? It's me. I stayed out at a friend's house last night. Didn't want you to worry."
"OK, sweetie. I'm glad you're safe. Don't worry about getting the truck back to me today. I'm going to be working in the garage all day."
"Still working on the car?"
"Yep. She's not much to look at now, but she will be. Once I'm done, you can keep the truck. I'll be driving this baby around."
Her father had been working on a custom 1955 Royal Lancer. He had won it in a poker game last year, but didn't get around to working on it until recently. Alicia was sure her dad was going through some sort of mid-life crisis wanting to restore an old car and go cruising for chicks.
"Haha, well, that'll be a while. I've seen that thing. It's gross!"
"Yeah, yeah...don't rub it in. If I had more money, this thing would be done by now, but I'm working with parts that me and Roger have laying around."
"Well, I'm going to let you go daddy. Going to see Peter."
"Oh, that reminds me, pumpkin. Peter called the house yesterday looking for you. Is everything OK?"
"Shit," she thought, "He's called the house now? This is bad."
"Yeah, daddy. Everything's OK. My phone was off yesterday. Forgot to bring my charger. You know how Peter gets."
"Well don't make that boy worry anymore. Go see him so he doesn't call here again."
"Alright. I'll do that now. I'll talk to you later. Have a good day, daddy!"
"You too, sweetie."
She hit the "off" button on her phone and cursed inside the truck, "Fuck!" It's one thing for Peter to contact her, but he must really be upset if he's called the house. There was no avoiding him today. She had to go see him.
She fired up the truck and headed over to Peter's. During the drive over, she contemplated what she would say to him. Why had she not called him back Friday night? Why had she not called him back Saturday? Did she want to break things off with him? She didn't know what to say. She wanted to lie, but Peter wasn't like her father – he saw through her. He knew her better than she knows herself. Peter would catch her in a lie if she told one.
After about ten minutes, she arrived at Peter's. She hopped out of the truck.
"This isn't going to go well," she said to herself.
Then she remembered, she was wearing another man's shirt and she smelled like body wash. As if explaining what happened this weekend couldn't get any harder!
She didn't bother knocking this time and walked right into Peter's house. His mother was in the kitchen baking and waved at her when she came in. Peter's family loved Alicia and welcomed her into their home anytime she wanted to be there.
"Peter's upstairs. He's been in his room most of the weekend. He's been acting strange." said his mother.
"OK, thank you. I'll see what's up." Alicia responded.
She walked up the stairs and down the hall to Peter's room. She paused for a moment before entering.
"I hope this goes well," she said to herself.
Alicia turned the knob on the door and walked into Peter's room.
Peter was laying on his bed watching television and looked to be in even worse shape than she was. He popped up when he saw Alicia come into the room. He lept off the bed and gave her a hug and a kiss.
"Baby, I've been worried about you!"
"I'm OK," she said.
Peter sat down on his bed and Alicia sat next to him. Peter figured something was wrong.
"Why haven't you answered any of my texts or calls since...Friday night?" he asked.
There it was. The five million dollar question. All the plotting on the drive up had not been successful or she would have spit something out already. In a panic, she said the first thing that came to her.
"I lost my phone at the bar Friday night. Things got pretty crazy..."
It wasn't the best thing she could have said, but it was all she could come up with. Her statement put the thought of the gangbang she had to do back in Peter's head.
"So...you went through with 'that' Friday night?"
She didn't make eye contact with him. Instead, she looked at the floor when she answered.
"Yeah. I kinda had to."
