Ramya: walk of shame leads me to Claire

"Sorry about your sheets," I say while getting dressed. He won't notice the sarcasm. There's blood smears all over where my bum was. It was a very messy deflowering. "I bleed sometimes with a larger penis."

"It's no problem," he says. It's probably the happiest day of his life. He gives zero fucks about his sheets. If he knew what those blood-stained sheets really meant, I hope he'd consider them a trophy.

"What about your bra?" he asks while holding it up as I open the door to leave.

"Thanks." I grab it but don't stop to put it on. I can't get out of there soon enough.

I decline his offer to walk me to my car, a little miffed that the obese man doesn't insist over my objections. The former virgin should be a gentleman after I sacrificed everything to make him a man. But after that torrid fuck session, he's lucky he didn't have a coronary. And I need the walk alone to clear my head.

Matt lives on the third floor, and there's a short, skinny white dude outside a second floor apartment when I go down the stairs. His apartment is under Matt's, so he definitely heard us fucking. Matt is huge, and we broke his bed. The white guy stares at my chest with the most creepy look possible as he exhales a drag of his cigarette. My saggers are bouncing under my thin top with the outline of the large nipples showing, and I look very unkempt with messed up hair. "How much, baby?" he asks.

"Fuck you," I say, and he just looks away.

Relieved, I exit the building. But Matt's "nice" neighborhood looks very different at night. The street is poorly lit, and I see a couple groups of young males milling around. Their attire and bearing set off alarm bells in my head. I shudder at the racist thought, then remind myself: when it comes to my safety, I'll think whatever I damn well need to. I cross the street, stay alert, and walk fast.

I feel so exposed and **** with no panties and now no bra either. I fold my arms protectively over my breasts. My pussy is raw from its deflowering, the cool air wafting up my skater skirt now more annoying versus turning me on like it did earlier in the evening before I got fucked.

Regret turns to anger. It always bothered me that a woman's worth could be in any way determined by her sexual history, but at least I've been on the right side of that discrimination. Not any more. The Big Black Cock merit badge I just earned will make it much harder to land a husband.

Matt left me drenched in his sweat, and it's still gross and drying. I smell like him now all over: sweaty, out-of-shape black man.

I don't feel sexy or cherished, I feel used. I got played.

A sharp cramp twists in my abdomen and forces me to stop, then it goes away just as fast. A remnant of my insides being re-arranged. I walk again, and now I hear the gurgle, feel the warmth spread as cum finally begins to work its way out of my defiled pussy, the lewd reminder that I let him breed me, that I've been creampied by big black cock. Thick, sticky, and trickling down my left thigh, slipping past the hem of my skirt. More oozes out, and shaved and without panties, there's nothing I can do to stop it. I've swallowed countless loads from many men and loved it, but this feels gross.

Halfway there. More sketchy looking people. Not a woman in sight. I check Claire's location on my phone. She's back from her date. Despite the shame and fear for my safety, a strange pride bubbles up. I can't miss telling the one person I trust with this. I text first.

Me: I did PIV

The reply is immediate.

Claire: What???! OMG

I chuckle and call her.

"Hey are you alone?" I ask.

She knows me well. My tone tells her something is off. "Yes. What do you need?"

"I'm walking to my car. Not a great neighborhood."

"Do you have your Glock?" she asks.

"No. I'm in a skirt, it was awkward. I left it in the car like an idiot. I think it's okay, I'm almost back at the restaurant. Just stay on the line."

"Of course. Want to tell me about it? Are you okay?"

"Yes... my head is just a mess. It hurt so much. I bled a lot."

"Oh no, I'm sorry. He had a big dick, didn't he?"

"God yes. Biggest one I've seen," I chuckle.

I know she's shocked by this. Probably turned on too. She's been waiting to hear her mentor say she lost her virginity. And I borrowed her black guy fantasy!

Her head clears, and she asks for the information I probably should have led with. "Did you consent?"

"Yes. It just kind of happened. I was definitely talked into it. Claire, I let him come inside me. I'm such an idiot. You must be so disappointed in me."

"No, stop. I have plan B. Ramya, seriously, you know you have to take it."

"I know. Shit, I'm very fertile right now."

I beep the car unlocked and slide in, wincing as my weight presses against the seat. My pussy hurts, a deep, pulsing soreness that radiates with every shift. The adrenaline’s worn off, leaving nothing but the raw aftermath: swollen lips, tender walls, and a dull fire where he stretched me wide and claimed me. "Ow, fuck. It still hurts a lot. I'm broken, Claire." my voice cracks at the end as I fight off tears.

"Let me take care of you," she says. "Come to my place. Or if you want me to come to your apartment, I will."

A growing wet spot of semen dampens my skirt under my pussy where I sit, and sticky streaks of it from behind my knee soil the car seat.

"Stay there, I will meet you," I say. "I'm at my car now, thanks. I'm safe."

I love Claire so much for times just like this when I know I can count on her.