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Chapter 21 by Omega98 Omega98

Tomorrow?

Tanya goes home

As soon as she could, Tanya grabbed her bag and remnants of her shirt and ran out the door. Along the way home, several people stared at the cum covered, nearly naked girl dashing down the street in a ridiculously short skirt and knee high boots. However, she found herself fortunate that the only thing people shouted at her where whistles and cat calls. Even more fortunate was that she managed to beat her parents and brother home.

Locking herself in the bathroom, Tanya stripped out of the remains of her clothes and set to cleaning herself up. No matter how many times she brushed her teeth she couldn’t get the taste of cock out of her mouth. Eventually, she gave up and hopped into the stall for a nice long shower. She felt disgusting. She had to wash her hair three times to get all of the semen out that Phil and his friends had wiped in it. Looking at the tub floor she bore witness to an unbelievable amount of male cream mix with warm water and run down the drain. She tried to wash out her pussy but found herself unable to. “Damn Phil and his friends” she thought to herself as all she found herself able to do was wipe the cum from her thighs.

Tanya stayed in the shower so long the hot water ran out, and even when the spray had turned ice cold she stayed in trying to get clean. Finally, shivering frozen nearly two hours later she turned off the water and dried herself off. Throwing on a bathrobe, she shuffled over to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed, sobbing in self pity.

Eventually she dozed off and was awoken by a soft knock at her door. Looking at her alarm clock sitting on her bedside table it read 8:30pm. Blinking away the sleep she heard her mother say, “Tanya… Tanya there’s a boy downstairs to see you.”

Barely holding it together, she buried her head in her pillow and replied, “Tell him to go away!”

“He seems very concerned about you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Tanya, I want you to go downstairs and speak to this boy. If you want to tell him to go away that’s fine but do it yourself. I’m not going to do it for you.”

Nearly yelling in anger, Tanya tossed on a white halter top and pink micro-mini skirt before she descended the stairs to meet her guest.

Who's downstairs?

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