The next morning

The next morning you wake up with your face nuzzled in Tiffany's chest. Her arms are wrapped around your head and chest holding you securely in place. Your cum baby is still prominent. You try moving and notice a strange feeling in your ass. Moving a hand, you notice there a butt plug in you. Normally you would be shocked, but right now you're glad. You would feel really embarrassed if you messed up your girlfriends bed on your first night.

Your shifting must have woken up Tiffany, because her grip on you loosens. As you look up from her chest, there she is. Eyes wide open, looking down to you with a smile. "Good morning Dougy."

Smiling back at her, you nuzzle back into her chest. "Good morning."

Tiffany pushes her hand through your hair and starts to stroke your head a bit before kissing you on the forehead and getting out of bed.

She turns back to you, her impressive cock swinging between her legs. "I think we should get you cleaned out before you go home." She laughs nervously. "I don't want to make a bad impression on your family. Have a shower, there's should be everything you need in the bathroom." Taking your hand, she pulls you out of bed and leads you to the bathroom, then goes to check on Emma and Alex. Her cum must have settled last night, because its not long before your stomach is back to normal.

You get in the shower and start to wash yourself down, making sure to clean off the sweat from yesterday's events using the flowery body wash and very feminine shampoo and conditioner. You think back to yesterday and how it probably changed your life. The deal you made with Tiffany pop up in your head as you finish in the shower. You lost, and now you're never going to fuck her, you'll only get fucked. For some reason you can't help but smile. If its always as good as yesterday, you really don't mind. Does that mean you won? Probably. Before you leave the shower, you notice a pack of pink disposable razors and and grab one. The TV show last night had one of the couples talk about grooming. They all said that girls like when there boyfriends take care of them self. You put it to use, shaving your body hairless. Shaving your body takes a while, and you finally finish, admiring your handiwork in the mirror, the thought of Tiffany's reaction running through your head. You finish and clean off, then leave the bathroom with the towel covering most of your chest and body. You see Tiffany talking to Emma. Tiffany seems angry.

"Emma, learn some self-restraint. I mean look at him." She puts her hand on her forehead and sighs. Emma looks like she's going to cry. "B-b-b-but w-w-we only did it a c-c-couple of t-t-times." She starts to sob. "And now he's sc-sc-scared of me and everyth-th-thing."

"What's the matter?" You interject. Tiffany puts her arm around your shoulder, and her stressed face relaxes a bit. "Oh, um... well, Emma was really rough with Alex last night and went to many times." Tiffany's grip tightens on your shoulder. "He's really bloated and puked a bit of her cum. He has a lot of stomach cramps and everything. Now he won't let Emma near him, and glared at me when I went in the room." She leads you back to her room. "I think you should get changed and then I'll walk you home. You don't need to worry, I'm sure he'll calm down before long." She smiles and rubs your shoulder before giving you some clothes to wear "I put your other clothes in the wash. I was planing to hang out some more but... I'll bring them to your house later." You nod and take the clothes. She smiles and leaves as you get changeD

You take off the towel and and start to get dressed, looking through the clothes. You pull out a silky red thong. A bit taken aback, you blush before putting it on. The silk feels good on your skin and the thong rides up your butt in a nice way. The next piece of clothing is a loose tank top and a red tartan skirt that ends just above the knee. Looking in the mirror you notice that the clothes are similar to what Tiffany was wearing in drama class, but smaller. And you make them look better. As you leave the room, you hear sobbing. It must be Alex; the walls in the house are pretty thin. Tiffany is waiting by the door. "They look good on you." she leans down and gives you a kiss. "Go ahead down stairs. I'll get changed and then I'll walk you home."