Waking up

Emily opened her eyes and found her head resting in Sarah’s lap while Sarah played with her hair. She was still naked, covered in cum and sweat. She remembered her actions especially from the fourth and fifth edging session and felt overwhelmed with shame at how she let her sexuality rule her completely. On top of everything else she realized she smelled entirely like pussy and sweat. She started to cry.

“Hush, hun. Are you alright?” Asked Sarah.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.” Emily sobbed.

“I love you. You’re my best friend. Stop crying. How could I ever hate you?”

“Because... of how... I acted.”

“You mean going crazy fucking your ass with my fingers while you abused yourself in any number of ways until you came like Niagra Falls?” Sarah said in a tone that was meant to be friendly but didn’t help how Emily felt.

Emily sobbed again. She was alone on the ground with Sarah and the classroom was empty. Her breasts moved lightly as she tried to catch her breath and her bearings. She wiped her eyes and looked around questioningly as she wondered why it was just the two of them.

Sensing her question “Allyson convinced Mr. Brule you pissed yourself and in your embarrassment you tripped and bumped your head. I stayed to make sure you were okay I also turned you over since you were humping air in your sleep. Allyson and Mr. Brule went to get the nurse.”

Emily was grateful that at least Mr. Brule didn’t know she came in class even if everyone else did. She did feel awful that people would either know she came or think she peed herself though. She appreciative that Allyson tried to cover for her. Her friends were good to her even if they showed it in weird ways. She remembered all the stuff she did with them and guessed she showed her appreciation in weird ways too.

She looked down at her pussy and it was mostly pink again. Cumming must have released some of the tension allowing it to relax. She remembered how good that orgasm felt. She remembered squirting and spasming. She literally had never felt better. She felt a lot of shame that that was her best feeling ever. She really was a freak she thought.

“I don’t know what happened... before... but that wasn’t me. I was just so horny I couldn’t control myself. I’m... not like that.”

“Well whoever that was, I really admired her. I’d thought it was impossible to be that assertive and yet that submissive at the same time but she proved me wrong.”

Sarah started to giggle “when you grabbed Sasha’s water bottle and then gave it back to her I couldn’t believe it. You know what you want even if you won’t admit it.”

She wasn’t sure if what she was saying was complements or insults. She lost total control and allowed herself to be degraded. She covered her breasts and crotch with her hands and that reminded her she wouldn’t be getting clothes anytime soon. Emily wondered if life would ever be the same. She did so many awful things to herself in front of a dozen people on top of the at least 100 people who had seen her naked.

She brought up what was weighing on her “I... lost... the bet.”

“Yes you did. Which means you do whatever we say for the rest of the day.”

“And that means?”