She gets a proper taste.

Trying her best to make out what just happened, Beth can feel the tip of her tongue somewhat numb. It's a weird feeling she has never experienced before, but the taste... that's even weirder. She had barely brushed her tongue on Rick's semen, but it was enough to get her taste buds all excited. She can't describe it and, as she tries to make out what it resembles, her mind wanders. - "This is all so... I've never even made out with anyone... and now... now I've already tasted a man's sperm! Not even my boyfriend's or anything! Just some... guy I met a couple of months ago... and even he doesn't even know about it..."

Meanwhile, the numbing on her tongue gets stronger and the sperm taste weakens as she removes her blanket from her. She slowly lifts her hip up, just enough to free Rick's underwear from beneath but, unsurprisingly, they're stuck to her thighs and butt. She pulls the pair off her and lies back down, holding the briefs up and staring at them. - "How could this dirty piece of cloth give me... cause so much... hassle?" - She wonders while a cum drop hits her on the chest. Too dazed to care, Beth just lowers them onto herself and continues to be puzzled. With cum on her hands, belly, chest, legs and even nose, Beth feels as dirty as she's ever felt in her life, both literally and sexually. - "I wonder if Maggie ever... or if I'm... or if I'm just a freak." - She thinks, insecurely. - "And why the hell is my tongue tingling like this?!" - Trying to look at her stretched out tongue, Beth sees nothing unusual, except for that weird feeling. She raises the briefs back up and stares at it menacingly, as if to intimidate it somehow, but ends up losing the stare-off as another drop of cum hits her right in the lips, unexpectedly.

"You sneaky littl..." - Beth starts cursing when she accidentally loosens her grip on the thing for just a second. - *splat* - Enough time for the wet piece to slip away and smack her right in the face, covering it almost fully. With the fall, the soaked up cum splashed across her pale skin, strangely giving Beth her first-ever facial; a rather small but messy facial, given by a dirty piece of cloth. Although, discrete, it did result in a small pool of cum on her forehead. Utterly disgusted, Beth carefully lifts the damp cloth from her face and senses, a second later, a drop of cum rolling down to the side. Desperately, Beth's hand quickly blocks its path. -"No way... not in my hair!" - Forcing the drop to spread to her fingers, but at the same time releasing one side of the underwear she was holding. - "The last thing I need is sticky hair!" - She finishes her thought as Rick's briefs, pinned by only her other hand, come swinging by her face, sprinkling more cum everywhere, her lips, her cheeks, her pillow, and even her mattress. It's almost comical how a inanimate piece of cloth is able to give Beth such a hard time. With her free hand, Beth tries to protect herself from the rain of cum instead of simply moving her other arm away. Once it's still, she opens her eyes once again to asses the - "Damage". Interestingly, the cold drops sort of brought some relief to the blistering warmth in her cell, which brought a shy smile to her face for a few seconds. Just until she began to pry her skin... to find endless cum "pimples" on herself. She shakes her head in lament and a few of them joyfully pop inside her mouth.

"Oh... aww, pfeergh! So... fishy! And bitter!" - She reacts, suddenly aware of what had just happened. - "Why the hell did I do that for?" - No one was telling Beth anything, except her own internal self and so far she'd only been able to cover herself in more cum with every decision. Beth was starting to feel some of the drops dry up, pulling her skin as they did. Without a proper tool in hand, she peeks around her room for something to help her clean up but, before she knows it, her tongue is doing that job for her. - "Ergh! Crrhhhh... it's like... it's like a salty..." - She struggles to describe the semen, but innocently continues to scoop. Disgusted but boiling with curiosity, Beth feels the cum on her face disappear in a matter of minutes and, without much thought, she instinctively reaches for the next big source of it on her thighs. She brings it back to her mouth. - "I'm already tasting it... the least I can do is figure out _what _this weird taste is." - She confabulates, as if she would be telling all about it to her girlfriends on the weekend. In truth, Beth had only herself to answer to and, this time, instead of the usual bits, she decides to take a whole load in her mouth. - "Whoa... whoa! SO much saltier like this..." - Mesmerized, she then gulps it down. - "Oh god... oh, god... the colder it gets... the stronger it gets! And smells!" - She exclaims, opening her mouth and exhaling exaggeratedly on her hand. Her breath smells heavily of cum, just like her hand. And for the first time Beth realizes she's been slowly eating a man's ejaculation for the past 20 minutes. But instead of feeling crushed by it, this realization only propulses more of the un-Bethy behavior she's been exhibiting. Like a fiend in need, she agrees with herself. - "I might as well finish cleaning up now..."

She picks up Rick's underwear and twists it as hard as she can above her head, similar to how she usually does to dry wet clothes. Then, she watches as two small drops fall right into her waiting mouth. The bitterness makes Beth squirm violently and she quickly understands she must've gotten not Rick's sperm, but probably his sweat instead. Or both. - "And probably some dirt, too..." - Which only reminds her of Rick's feet. This taste was way stronger, though, and Beth's body involuntarily shivers as it lingers on her tongue.

Finally done "pre-washing" Rick's briefs, Beth throws it away against the wall angrily, where it falls to the ground. Beth keeps her head on her pillow and feels her heart rate slow down, counter-intuitively. She begins a mental conversation with herself and, with the deed already done, she slowly starts to forgive herself for all the nasty things she'd been doing lately. - "If we're all gonna die any day anyway... at least I can say I've done... something sexual at least. Who wouldn't want to before..." - She contemporizes, closing her eyes. A sudden sense of womanhood invades her body and Beth falls asleep shortly after, with her face on her dirty pillow.

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It's just past 6 when Rick wakes up from his wristwatch alarm clock. He's had a pretty satisfying 8 hours of sleep and gets up to get dressed, suddenly spotting his morning boner as he sits up - "Beth." - He thinks, remembering how his underwear is not in his room anymore. He puts on his shirt, his holster and stares down at his messy jeans on the floor. - "I guess it'll have to do..." - He picks them up and squeezes his hard self inside, uncomfortably. He then tiptoes to Beth's cell to ask her about his briefs. - "Beth..." - He whispers from the outside. - "Beth!" - He gets no response. Pulling her curtain to the side, Rick spots Beth deeply asleep. She fell asleep so quickly and so heavily that she barely even moved during the night. Beth's ass is directly facing the door and her panties have bunched up in the middle of her ass cheeks, giving Rick's boner a new life. - "Beth! Are you up?! Beth!" - He tries again to no avail, the girl is soundly resting. - "It's 6 anyway, I doubt she even touched them..." - He dismisses his intentions, adjusts his dick in his pants and walks off to the parking lot to meet the others for a run into town.

By the time Rick is back with the loot, his briefs are hanging to dry. He goes straight to his cell, however, with no mention of it. What does Beth do then?