All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Zach
I didn't know what was keeping me in bed more: all the beer I drank last night, or all the cum I drank last night. It was a real toss-up. Double whammy, too. Aside from my head throbbing from the noonday sun peeking through the curtains, I also couldn't face anybody ever again, particularly Keith. My drunkenness had unfortunately not erased the memory of his giant cock between my lips, and I pulled my blanket over my head with a groan.
There was a knock at the door, and my stomach lurched, cause ambiguous. After a moment, somebody stepped in, and I was relieved to hear mom's voice.
"Zach, sweetie? It's already lunchtime, are you getting up soon?"
"Soon," I mumbled, my voice no doubt muffled to her. Still, she seemed to understand adequately.
"You weren't home last night after dinner; your father and I couldn't find you anywhere." She paused before chuckling once. "I'm guessing Keith snuck you out to go drinking with his buddies last night?"
My stomach lurched again, so strongly that I almost puked. I wasn't exactly conscious when we came home. Did mom or dad see us? I was also currently only in panties in bed. Keith must have undressed me when he... He carried me home to bed, and undressed me so I could sleep comfortably. It was so sweet, and I hated how giddy it made me feel.
"I'm not mad that you went out drinking, I just want to make sure you're safe," mom continued. "I'm glad Keith was there, but you shouldn't get so drunk that you're hungover 'til noon the next day. Try to be more moderate in the future, okay?"
Based on the fact that she wasn't flipping out on me, Keith must have put my girl clothes somewhere out of sight. He'd even taken my wig off. I bit my lip at the thought before remembering to answer mom.
"Okay. Sorry," I stammered. "I'll, uh... be right out."
"It's mac and cheese today," she announced before leaving, and I let out a breath I was holding.
Getting out of bed, the first thing I did was change out of my panties. I spotted myself in the mirror and saw my makeup was smeared from sleeping in it. I was suddenly glad I had my blanket pulled over my head for that conversation just now. Couldn't expect Keith to take that off too. I just hoped I didn't have a break out.
After cleaning myself up, I made my way to the dining room for lunch, finding it was just me and mom. Dad was at work, and Keith was apparently already out somewhere. After eating I returned to my room and checked my phone to find it filled with messages and missed calls from Ellie. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her about last night, but...
"What happened to you?" was the first thing out of her mouth when she answered the phone. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I replied. "Just a bit hungover, that's all."
"Well hurry up and come over so we can talk about it! And bring your girl bag!" She was telling me to pack everything I needed to crossdress, and I sighed.
"Ellie, I kinda don't feel like--"
"You don't come over to my place, then I'll be going to yours," she threatened.
"C'mon, Ellie," I groaned. "Fine! Don't come over, you'll... My mom's home, we just can't. Just gimme a few, alright?"
"Hehe, sweet. I'll see you later, then."
Hanging up, I sighed and threw myself back onto my bed. I really didn't want to talk to Ellie about this, because talking to her meant facing the truth. Truth was like a gas; it always wanted out and it'd seep free into the open given half a chance. And sometimes it fucking poisoned everybody to death.
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"Wait, how much?" Ellie's eyes were about ready to pop out her damn head. A look of incredulous joy was plastered on her face, and I grumbled again before answering her.
"It was filling my throat, coming out my nose, almost overflowing from my mouth," I muttered, my face burning from embarrassment. "I swear, it felt like a gallon being pumped... into me..."