The morning after. (funnel)

(Finished!)

{if DrinkingGames = 1
}The 8:30 AM alarm intruded like a red hot poker into Beth's dreams, and she violently snoozed her phone. Her head was pulsing, her body ached, and she felt vaguely nauseated. She hadn't felt this hungover since college, she thought. Brian was gone from the bed: she could hear the sink running in the bathroom. Beth dragged herself into the hallway and opened the bathroom door. Brian was splashing cold water on his face, and the toilet was refilling.
"Hey..." Beth croaked. Brian turned red eyes towards her.
"If you ever suggest drinking games to me again...I'm going to punt you out of a window..." he chuckled and then winced.
"Stomach?"
"I'm done bringing it up, now I just have a sore throat and a headache the size of Montana." He closed his eyes. "I'm going to skip the gym and go back to bed for a bit."
"Yeah, I'm not feeling the gym, but I think I'll just go for a run."
"Okay." Brian tottered past her. "We have a meeting with the planner at 11:30, and dinner at Dad and Stephanie's at 6:30." Brian gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then a side hug. {if SkinnyDipping = 1
}"...why do you smell like chlorine?"
"Oh, after you went to bed, Kyle and I snuck into the pool for a bit." {if KylePoolKiss = 1
}Beth tried to sound nonchalant, innocent even. {if KylePoolFuck = 1
}
Fuck...fuck....he can't know...he doesn't know.{endif
}{endif
}
"Oh..that explains it, then. You're going to get us in trouble with the property manager..." he chided before wincing again. {endif
}"Alright, wake me up when you get back."
Beth brushed her teeth and splashed warm water on her face before going into the bedroom and pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. She slipped on her running shoes and descended the stairs to the living room. Kyle was sitting on the edge of the couch with a glass of ice pressed against his forehead.
"Good morning... {if KylePoolKiss = 1
}"She tried to push the images of their late night activity out of her head. "{elseif
}KylePoolFuck = 1
}" She was reminded of the taste of his semen, and the warm feeling of a second load being shot into her waiting pussy. Get a grip on yourself. "{endif
}...you look like hell."
"Thanks." He shook his head, then looked at her. "How are you feeling?"
"Like deep-fried shit, thanks for asking. {if KylePoolFuck = 1
}" My pussy feels good, though. Well fucked. She gave herself a shake. "{endif
}Brian's going to sleep a little longer, and I'm not feeling up to the gym. I was going to go for a run, do you want to come?" {if DrunkChatLie = 1
}She remembered Kyle's look from the night before, and he seemed to be looking the same way again. Does... he want an opportunity to be alone with me?
{elseif DrunkChatTruth = 1
}A morning run was innocent enough, especially now that everything was in the open. In the open? It's not like you told Brian about your little crush. {endif
}
{elseif BrianText = 1
}Beth woke to the sounds of her alarm, and grabbed the phone off the nightstand angrily to silence it. Her night had not been pleasant, and her dreams had been angry and full of visions of some high society slut with Brian. She looked over, but his side of the bed was empty. He'll already be at the gym like he is every Saturday morning. His clothes from the party weren't in the pile where she had left them. Probably did laundry to get rid of the evidence. She shook herself. You've got to get a hold on yourself.
She brushed her teeth and washed her face before pulling on some yoga pants and a sports bra. Her gym was conveniently close, a different gym than Brian's.
When she came down the stairs, Kyle was exiting the bathroom. He was dressed in gym shorts and a plain white t-shirt that stretched tightly over his muscles.
"Good morning." she kept her voice light.
"Hey, good morning!" He smiled when he saw her. "How'd you sleep?"
"I was about to ask you that, you're the one sleeping on a couch."
"I slept fine, Beth." He was staring, she realized, and then she remembered, she was wearing a sports bra and yoga pants and nothing else. "Sorry." He seemed to become aware of his staring. "I didn't mean to stare. You have a nice body."
"Thanks, kiddo."
"You know You've only got, like 4 years on me right?"
"Yep. I'm going to the gym, do you want to come? I can get you in as a visitor for a small daily fee."
{elseif DrunkMess = 1
}Beth opened her grainy, red eyes slowly. The light streaming in through the window seemed too bright. Her body hurt, her head hurt...{if BrianAngryFuck = 1
}and her pussy had that good ache she hadn't felt in far too long. {elseif BrianNCF = 1
}and her pussy had that good ache she hadn't felt in far too long. {elseif BrianNCA = 1
}and her pussy had that good ache she hadn't felt in far too long. {endif
} She hadn't gotten that drunk in a long while. She managed to snatch her phone off the end table before the alarm went off. She looked over at the other side of the bed, but she knew what she would find: Brian liked to get up early on Saturday morning and go to the gym.
{if BrianAngryFuck = 1
}She was surprised however, to see a text message in her phone from him.

Brian: I want to talk about last night
Brian: doesn't have to be when I get back from the gym, but i'd like to at some point today

Beth sighed. Why do we need to talk about it? It was the best dick he's given me in four months. She shook her head, and immediately regretted it.
{elseif BrianNCF = 1
}Beth sat for a moment, thinking about the sex with Brian last night. It had been scary at first, but she knew that Brian would never hurt her, and she could have stopped it at any moment. Her dreams had reinforced for her that she was definitely into that, and she was already toying with the idea of making it happen again.{elseif BrianNCA = 1
}Beth sat for a moment, thinking about the sex with Brian last night. It had been scary at first, but she knew that Brian would never hurt her, and she could have stopped it at any moment. Her dreams had reinforced for her that she was definitely into that, and she was already planning how to make it happen again. He tried to deny it, but I saw it in his eyes. He was enjoying it. {endif
}
Beth didn't think she was up for the gym, but a run would probably help, and maybe some coffee. She brushed her teeth, splashed some water on her face, sprayed some deodorant and pulled on some yoga pants and a sports bra. She descended the stairs, and saw Kyle was exiting the bathroom. He was dressed in gym shorts and a plain white t-shirt that stretched tightly over his muscles.
"Good morning." she kept her voice light.
"Hey, good morning!" He smiled when he saw her. "How'd you sleep?"
"I was about to ask you that, you're the one sleeping on a couch."
"I slept fine, Beth." Kyle looked at her. "Are you okay? Last night you were pretty wasted..."
"Yeah, I'm fine... {if BrianAngryFuck = 1
}Brian took care of me."
"Yeah..." Kyle nodded, and then he mumbled. "I heard."
"What?"
"I mean, he told me you were okay!" His face turned red.
Oh my God, he actually did hear us. "{elseif BrianNCF = 1
}Brian took care of me."
"Yeah..." Kyle nodded, and then he mumbled. "I heard."
"What?"
"I mean, he told me you were okay!" His face turned red.
Oh my God, he actually did hear us. "{elseif BrianNCA = 1
}Brian took care of me."
"Yeah..." Kyle nodded, and then he mumbled. "I heard."
"What?"
"I mean, he told me you were okay!" His face turned red.
Oh my God, he actually did hear us. "{else
}thanks for taking care of me." She smiled and gave him a hug. "If I had been alone at the bar, that drunk? I shudder to think."
"Yeah... you probably don't remember, but there was one guy... I had to put him in his place."
Beth tried to remember through the patchy fog of last night. "Wow... thanks. {endif
}I'm going to go for a run, do you want to join me?"
{elseif ILU2 = 1
}Beth found herself being awoken by soft kisses on her shoulders, and then her neck. "Good morning, beautiful." She smiled and rolled sleepily over to kiss Brian and roll on top of him. "Good morning, handsome." She was still not over the new information she had received about him, but she knew that she still loved him. If Kyle can forgive him, who am I to hold a grudge for him? It's not like Brian betrayed me, right?
"I'm about to head to the gym."
Beth nuzzled his nose, and kissed him. "Okay."
Brian got dressed in his workout clothes and headed downstairs. Beth lounged for a few minutes before doing the same, pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra before putting her hair up in a ponytail. Her gym was conveniently close, a different gym than Brian's.
When she came down the stairs, Kyle was exiting the bathroom. He was dressed in gym shorts and a plain white t-shirt that stretched tightly over his muscles.
"Good morning." she kept her voice light. She remembered last night, and the misadventures at the bikini bar. She suddenly wondered if Kyle had heard them making love.
"Hey, good morning!" He smiled when he saw her. "How'd you sleep?" There was a hitch in his voice when he said it, and he coughed, blushing. Damn it. He did hear us!
"I was about to ask you that, you're the one sleeping on a couch."
"I slept fine, Beth." He was staring, she realized, and then she remembered, she was wearing a sports bra and yoga pants and nothing else. "Sorry." He seemed to become aware of his staring. "I didn't mean to stare. You have a nice body."
"Thanks. You're sweet. I'm going to the gym, do you want to come? I can get you in as a visitor for a small daily fee."

{elseif KyleCouchBJ = 1
}Beth awoke from a dream that was as simple rehash of last night's sordid events. {if KyleCouchFuck = 1
} Her pussy twitched in memory of Kyle's cock, and she couldn't help but rub her clit in fond memory. Never again...you're going to throw your whole life away. {else
} She thought she could still taste his cum. Stop that! {endif
}Brian was gone. He usually headed out early to get to his gym on Saturday mornings. I should do the same. Exercise is a good cure for too much sexual energy. She brushed her teeth, pulled on some yoga pants and a sports bra, and headed down the stairs. When she reached the living room, Kyle was still asleep on the couch. The blanket that Brian had pulled out for him was on the floor, and she couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in his boxers as his chest rose and fell.
{elseif KyleHorny = 1
}Beth awoke to the sounds of the alarm going off on her phone. She reached over to silence it, and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Her dreams had been full of Kyle's cock: watching him jerk, taking his load in her mouth again and again. {if KyleJOI = 1
}Even fucking him, though they hadn't done that, of course. {elseif KyleMM = 1
}Dreams of doing dirty, unfaithful things right under Brian's oblivious nose. {else
}And of course, full of fucking. {endif
} She had gone to bed telling herself it had been a one time thing. It was. We both needed to blow off some pressure. She shook herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Brian's spot was empty, and she knew that he would be on his way to the gym already. {if Shame > 82
} Good. I don't really want to look at him right now, after what I did. {elseif Shame > 77
}I don't really want to see him right now anyway. I'm feeling a little guilty. {else
}She wondered why she didn't feel as guilty as she thought she should. {endif
}Beth brushed her teeth, splashed some cold water on her face and sprayed some deodorant before pulling on some yoga pants and a sports bra. Her gym was close, and it was a different one than the one Brian used. When she reached the living room, Kyle was still asleep on the couch. The blanket that Brian had pulled out for him was on the floor, and she couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in his boxers as his chest rose and fell. {if Arousal > 31
}
God, I'm still horny... {elseif Arousal > 45
}
God, I'm still so fucking horny.... {endif
}
{else
}Beth awoke the next morning feeling strangely refreshed. Her talk with Kyle had given her a lot of positive feelings about herself, and about her situation. She rolled over, but Brian wasn't there: he usually lit out for his gym pretty early on Saturday. Beth got up and brushed her teeth before spraying on some quick deodorant. She pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra before heading down the stairs. Her own gym was pretty close.

Kyle was emerging from the bathroom when she got downstairs. He was dressed in gym shorts and a plain white t-shirt that stretched tightly over his muscles.
"Good morning." she kept her voice light.
"Hey, good morning!" He smiled when he saw her. "How'd you sleep?"
"I was about to ask you that; you're the one sleeping on a couch."
"I slept fine, Beth." He was staring, she realized, and then she remembered, she was wearing a sports bra and yoga pants and nothing else. "Sorry." He seemed to become aware of his staring. "I didn't mean to stare. You have a nice body."
"Thanks, kiddo."
"You know You've only got, like 4 years on me right?"
"Yep. I'm going to the gym, do you want to come? I can get you in as a visitor for a small daily fee."{endif
}