Yes alot

I walked away shirt and weed and hand. I made my way through three 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 put my shirt back on and fixed myself a bit. 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. More tears fell what was I becoming. I finished cleaning my hands and did one final check before leaving the room.