Post-Nut Clarity

"So," the girl breathed out. "You're a guy?" John felt the girl squeeze down on him slightly as if checking if his penis was still there. It was, and John managed to resist grunting over the sudden pressure.

For his part, John didn't know what to say. He didn't want anyone knowing about his secret hobby, and certainly didn't plan to come out after... He didn't want to say ****, but that was what happened. Luckily, the girl was more confused than traumatized over everything.

"Yes..." John admitted bashfully. He didn't see any other way around this, so he might as well come clean. "I was... dressing up when... all of this happened, and I haven't had a chance to change back."

"Okay..." was her response. They said nothing for a time, just lying down on the floor and catching their breath, neither moving to decouple themselves.

"Hey," John began when he thought of something. "The zombie you killed... did it... Do anything to you?"

"Like...?" the girl asked, though John could tell she knew what he was asking.

"You know... Like... this?" he jerked his hips slightly to emphasize his point. The little whimper she let out was cute, but John had to focus on talking.

"Yeah... he was a neighbor I talked to sometimes... When everything happened, he came to me for help and..." She didn't finish, but she didn't have to.

"Me too," John admitted bashfully. He wasn't sure why either of them was dancing around the subject given their current position. Maybe it was just instinct to hold some details back regarding this topic. Or perhaps neither of them wanted to admit to getting assaulted by the undead. But John needed to talk about this to get out his theory. "I think... I think they... did something to us... Left something in us that made us act this way."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked, sounding concerned.

"Well... you know in those zombie movies where you can get infected if bitten or... get their... fluids in you... Maybe after they... had their way with us... We might have gotten infected..."

"Oh, god..." the girl whispered in horror. "W-What's going to happen to us?"

"I don't know..." John admitted gravely. "In the movies, a zombie has to bite you to turn you, but neither of us was bitten. Then again, zombies don't **** people in movies so..." It might be the afterglow talking, but John didn't feel the need to be worried about his health. If zombie sex infected people, it was already too late for them, but they had no way of knowing that until it was too late.

"So... what do we do now?" the girl asked.