Trish has plans for a grand tour

As Trish once again fills you with her seed she giggles a little manically. You're too busy recovering from one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had to see what she's doing. It's quite a surprise when a thin, plastic tube slips between your labia. You tense up but Trish, grinning ear to ear, is still between your legs. "Relax Jane. We've got to deal with all this cum."

"Oh," you say, wrongly believing Trish is about to scoop it out of you. You try your best to relax and feel that little smooth tube go a little deeper. Then something happens, you don't know what and can't explain it. All you know is that it felt like it pulled out but at the same time it stayed put.

Trish starts giggling slightly and says, "I guess you've never used one of these before, huh?"

"The fuck?"

"That's a tampon Jane. I'm doing you a favour - you'll have to get used to them once you have a period. Of course that will have to wait till after you have my baby." She traces a finger up your spine and then around to your belly. "And if you like I can make sure you don't have to deal with very many periods." She rubs her finger in little circles for a moment and then adds, "But that's all in the future. Right now we need to get dressed."

Somehow Trish's talk of impregnating you again makes you shiver a little. You really have to get control of yourself. "Ok, but do I really need to dress up to walk to the bathroom?"

"Too risky. My parents might find you, right?" Trish replies, the hint of laughter still touching her voice as she searches through her closet for something to wear.

"You said they were working overtime and dead tired," you say as you pick your skirt and blouse, checking for stains from last night's nature trip. Surprisingly everything you wore is quite clean.

"Yes, okay, the real reason is that I think it'll be sexy as hell if you walk around with my cum plugged up inside you."

You're about to refuse when two things hit you at once. Your male side admits that idea is kind of hot - if your girlfriend did something like that for you. The second thing is that Trish, who's only managed to pull on some panties and a bra, gives you puppy dog eyes. You didn't expect that a big, tough, punk girl like Trish could do that so well, but you flop back on the bed and say, "Fine, okay. But you owe me."

"Oh yeah!" she says, doing a fist pump before selecting some jeans. "And yeah, I owe you big time. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you one way or another. For today I was thinking of getting you some clothes and maybe an ID."

That perks you up.

"We might not get the ID for a while, but I can put out some feelers with people I know. Oh, and we should go back to your place - pick up any money or other stuff you need."

You hadn't really been thinking about that. All you manage to say is "Uh. Um." as your brain starts to run through the repercussions.

"Yeah, you must have some money, some supplies, maybe a laptop that you could bring with you?"

Now your head hurts. Why the fuck didn't you bring stuff like your multitool or your wallet? Your backpack has energy bars and painkillers, a comb, emergency bus tickets and other stuff. Why the hell did you just walk out the door with your sister carrying nothing but your cell phone? As you button up your blouse you mutter another curse for the woman on the phone, sure that your earlier bout of forgetfulness is her doing.

Trish gives you a kiss, pulls you to your feet and then plops you in front of her mirror. Then she starts showing you how to do makeup. It's kind of a fun, strange experience as you get to test out all the different stuff Trish has. Despite dressing like a punk she certainly has quite a collection of beauty products. The experience is made a little stranger by the fact that you can feel a little extra liquid inside you, slowly seeping down and absorbing into the tampon.

Once you're properly dressed up Trish gives you a hug and tells you you're gorgeous. As you start to blush she asks what you'd like to tackle first.