Her sleep had come to her more easily that night than would have been expected. When she woke up in the morning, she felt tender and sore in all the pleasant ways one might expect after having a good fucking. But she couldn't accept what had happened the night before. That some invisible intruder had used her was just unthinkable and insane. Mostly insane. Her fingers crept down to her pussy where she fingered her still sensitive folds, feeling all that extra dampness that wasn't just from her. It was slimy and salty, with that tangy taste that can only come from a man's cum.
But it had to be just from her. It had to be. Because the reality of anything else was more than she could accept right now. So for the time being, Rebecca pushed all thoughts of what had happened to the back of her mind. But still it would creep in, flashes of that hot, degrading and terrifying encounter causing her to stumble all over her thoughts. She found herself more desperate for sex and touch than she had been before she got to the house. Days passed into a week and then two weeks. Nothing happened during that time to arouse any real alarm. Except occasionally she felt as if someone had brushed past her and in those moments she had experienced the most intense of her flashbacks. She would have no other recourse then but to relieve the tension with her fingers, working herself to orgasm wherever she was in her home. Watching tv, against the counter as she was interrupted making dinner, in her car in the garage. It didn't matter as long as she got that sweet relief, even if it did feel like someone was watching her. She ignored those feelings.
She couldn't push aside those needs. And that's what landed her back at her creaky old house two weeks later, in bed with a man named Bryan that she'd met at the bar after work. He was exactly what she felt like she needed. He was tall and broad shouldered, not classically handsome but with a strong jaw and plenty of sexy stubble. After a few shots of whiskey she let him drive her home. Then she let him passed her doorway, up the stairs and soon he was naked and she was down to just her skirt and bra. With him on his back against the rumpled sheets, arms under his head as he enjoyed the sensation of her wildly riding him and tits bouncing, threatening to spill out of the cups restraining them.