Faye heads home

She panicked. Faye saw herself and what had happened. She knew she was still drunk, but she had to get home. She listened to Freddy snore beside her as she hastily dressed. She charged up the stairs, and was completely disoriented by the alleyways. It was well after 2 PM. Her parents wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, she hoped, and she might be able to get cleaned up and hide in her room. As she walked, flashes of what had happened started to bombard her thoughts.

"Why the fuck did I do that?!?" she asked herself. She tried to feel disgusted, but every time she thought of Freddy, a completely different sensation overtook her. "No, I WON'T think of him like that! That's disgusting!" Still, as she walked, impulses came back to her. His thick, pulsing cock inside of her, her fevered clawing at his back as she bit her lip...

Faye tried to shake the thoughts from her mind as she made her way out of the alleyways, and back to her house. "Thank GOD!" she thought as she saw that her parents were gone. She quickly stripped and showered, and headed upstairs to her room.

Alone, in the dark, she thought back to see the order of events. She wanted to hate him for what happened, but it was just two drunk people fucking. As much as she wished it were otherwise, she knew that she was a willing and equal part of what had happened that morning; and what worse: she was getting aroused thinking about it.

The cum of her feet was a mystery, though. "Guess he has a foot thing..." she thought, imagining Freddy getting off on her slender toes as she slept. Carl was lucky enough that she was so out of it she didn't even consider the possibility of anyone else beside Freddy.

She gasped when she realized that her right hand was rubbing her thigh at the thought of what had happened. "Goddammit! This isn't RIGHT!" she told herself, but her urges wouldn't be ignored. She pounded the bed in rage, and spread her legs. She slid her smooth fingers over her well-used and tender sex, finding her clit quickly.

...............

The fury of her masturbation left her quivering on the bed. Her fingers ached from the crooked position they'd been in, and her lungs burned from the gasping, moaning roars of passion she had let out. As she quivered, she imagined that she felt his cock inside of her, his warm blue eyes locked onto hers.

Faye collapsed onto her bed, her thoughts becoming clear...