The Morning After

Lily's eyes fluttered open to a mess of her hair in front of her face. Groggily sitting up, she had to wipe the drool from her mouth and sleep from her eyes. 'Ew' she thought as she wiped her hand on her bed sheets. She only ever drooled in her sleep when the sleep was less than stellar.

Her eyes cleared enough for her to take in her new surroundings. Her bedroom was in the same state as the rest of her apartment, utterly trashed. It seemed like there was no surface that wasn't covered in an empty coffee cup, a sticky wine glass, or a reeking, sweaty sock. The bedsheets were a tangled mess, the comforter crumpled into a ball on the floor. The smell was oppressive, a mix of stale sweat, old food, and something else—something that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. The windows were covered in a thick layer of grime, barely allowing any light to filter in, casting the room in a murky, gloomy atmosphere. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the devastation, her heart sinking with each new detail. The room looked like a war zone.

Lily looked and saw a small note sitting on the bed stand with a glass of water and two pain killers. 'Well that explains drunk Lily's trade mark move,' she thought as she reached over. Her body ached, every muscle sore and protesting as she moved. Her head pounded, a relentless throb that made her wince. She downed the painkillers, chased them with the water, and then unfolded the note, her eyes scanning the neat, looping handwriting, her hand writing. Interesting that hand writing must be more of a muscle memory thing than a learned skill, she thought.

*Lily, I hope you're feeling okay this morning. Don't worry Eric and I didn't actually go for one more time before we took off. Honestly, you're pussy was way too sore. Sorry about that and for the state of the apartment and, well, the state of your body too. But damn you are probably the best mount I've ever had. Hope we didn't do too much damage. Definitely plan on me being back sometime soon. ;) Zach*

Lily shuddered at the last line. Her first instinct was to crumple the note while screaming at the top of her lungs, but instead, she **** herself to take a deep breath. She had to keep her emotions in check. She needed to think rationally, to process what had happened and what she could do about it. At least the note meant Eric and Zach had left and she'd actually get to have her body back. She felt languid and sore as she slowly stood up, the sheets clinging to her skin, that other scent causing her to grimace. It wasn't until she saw a whitish yellow stain on her pillow case that she finally realized what the strange smell was. Her nose creased and she grabbed the sheets, rolled them into a ball, and tossed them into the corner. She then crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash, loosing her head in her hands. She'd take care of the sheets later. First things first she had to get clean.

She felt a layer of grime caked on her belly as she stood up, the feeling making her skin crawl. Lily walked into the bathroom over to the full length mirror and for the first time in a week got an actual look at herself. Unsurprisingly, Zach had left her completely naked.

Lily stared at her reflection, taking in the sight of herself. Her hair was a wild, tangled greasy mess. Her skin was smeared with grime and god knows what else. There were red marks all over her belly and neck. She could see faint bruises on her hips, her thighs, her breasts—each one a testament to the **** her body had endured. She looked gaunt, her cheeks hollow, her eyes sunken in with dark circles underneath. And that was just what she saw in the mirror. Besides the splitting headache, Lily could feel a dull ache between her legs, her pussy probably having been used enough times to lose count. She reached down, her fingers gently probing, and winced at the tenderness. She could feel the soreness, the slight swelling, the raw tenderness. It felt like she'd been fucked for days straight, and she had been. Like a glorified fuck toy.

Lily shivered as she turned the shower on. She needed to rinse this all away. Then she'd figure out what to do. And she would get her ****.