Deal with it in the morning

Panicked thoughts popped into my mind one after the other, but in the foggy tiredness my brain couldn't focus on anything. "I'll deal with this tomorrow," I said to myself, climbing back into bed. Anna was sprawled over most of it, but I managed to find a little space for myself.

As I lay there, in a bed that stank of piss and cum, I let my eyes rove over Anna's body, taking in her curves, her spread thighs perfectly framing her wet snatch. I had no idea how I'd explain any of this, but for now I was content. It didn't take long for sleep to creep over me, and I fell into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of a shriek.

I started, nearly tumbling out of bed, and managed to grab onto the bed-frame to avoid hitting the ground. I carefully lowered myself to the carpet, which, I noted with distaste, squished wetly under my toes.

"What the fuck?" Anna had pressed herself against the far wall, her legs tucked up to her chest. The black fabric of her dress was still plastered to her shapely body, and streaks of cum adorned her thighs. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She demanded, enraged but also on the verge of tears.

"Woah, hold up, I didn't do anything!" I protested. "You came barging in, roaring drunk, at God-knows-what hour, fell on top of me, and then pissed yourself all over me and my bed!"

This seemed to mollify her a little. She sat quietly for a few moments, a number of emotions warring across her confused face. Suddenly her hand darted to her crotch, feeling around for something. "If you didn't do anything, why's there cum all over me then?"