I have but to try

Though I panicked inwardly, I never tried to pull away. What if I gag? spit? puke? suffocate and die? If I gag or puke, I will deal with it. In fact, I took his cock as deep as ever, all the way down to his balls. I felt him spurting against the back of my throat blast after blast into my stomach. I was again to surprised that swallowing was the easiest, most natural thing I could have imagined. My peristalsis worked instinctually, like it was perfectly designed for this very purpose. I was equally surprised that I enjoyed the unique taste of this man's orgasm.

"Fuck, that was good." Glenn pulled me back down onto the bed beside him and spooned me. He fell asleep with his arm wrapped around me without uttering another word. I savored the taste of him in my mouth, and actually felt pretty cozy under his arm. I lay awake for hours, heart still having not entirely calmed itself, mind reeling at what had just taken place, whole world spinning from drunkenness and orgasm. Finally, I drifted into dream land, where I had strange erotic nightmares that I forgot as soon as I awoke.

Glenn and I, it seemed, had not stirred from the exact positions we had fallen asleep in. Sunlight was trickling in from the window, and I could hear the sounds of morning. Glenn was still asleep with his arm draped over me, a low, rhythmic snore rumbling into my hair.

I heard another sound, from across the hall. Though it was muffled, it sounded like a stiff note, as rhythmic as Glenn's snoring. What I heard sounded like maybe an alarm clock, but, no, it sounded that time like it said, "Oh, that's good." Could it be Kayla? "uh, uh, uh, yeah" moaning as Mat fucks her? "yes, yes, yes," my heart picked up its pace as the tempo of Kayla's moaning increased. Glenn slept through it. Any urge I had to leap up and burst in on them was contained by Glenn's arm, reminding my of what I had done last night.

I had done it for Kayla? But Kayla had done this for us? But I enjoyed it? I had so many confusing thoughts wrestling and writhing in the bed as I was now imagining Kayla was doing atop or below Mat. "Yeah yeah yeah ooooh" I heard her moan. At least, thats what I imagined I was hearing.

Soon, the sounds quieted. Minutes, maybe hours passed as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to listen to the indecipherable sounds of creaks and conversation from across the hall, all of which blended into white noise of no distinction. My mind was cacophonous with Glenn stirred beside me. "Good morning, my little ass-licker," he mumbled at me with boozey morning breath, gently stroking my bare chest.

There was a knock at the door. Glenn and I looked at each other, he quickly pulled a blanket over our naked bodies (the wet panties still grafted to me) and I answered, "Yes?"