Unimaginably so

I walked away shirt, bra, and weed in hand. I made my way through the maze of clothes and to the stairs. I went back up them and ended up in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but let a few tears fall. I still had John's cum covering my upper body. I looked like a cheap whore and felt it too. I grabbed a face cloth wet it and ran it over my breasts cleaning off the every drop of cum. That's when I noticed a dark mark on the side of my neck.

"Fuck John is that a hickey" I cursed as I rubbed the dark mark. I rummaged through the medicine cabinet before finding Susan's makeup bag. I spent the next 30 minutes covering up the mark as best I could. It was tough though Susan being fair skinned and me having dark skin. In the end though I felt like I blended it well. If my parents ever saw that would be the end if my life. I put away the make up and was washing my hands.

No matter how much I washed them however they still felt dirty. My mind kept going back to my hand on his penis jerking him off while he stuck his toungue in my mouth. The way I let him get me in my knees and how I gave him a blowjob. More tears fell what was I becoming. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking about the way he face fucked me and how ashamed I am that it made me wet. I have never felt so used before. I finished cleaning my hands and put my shirt back on I couldn't find the motivation to put my bra back on though. I did one final check before leaving the room.