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Leftovers: Chapter One

Connie pried an eye open. It was too bright. She closed it again.

The damage was already done though, a spear of morning sunlight had galvanized her brain. She was awake. Dammit. She really wished she wasn't. Her mouth tasted like she'd just taken a big swig of a warm beer with cigarette butts floating in it. Her head started to pound. Her stomach grumbled, then flipped upside down.

"Urk," she said, and fortunately, that was all. Almost puked, she tasted it, felt the burn in her throat. She should sit up, she decided. Hard to do from her current position, which was very odd. Her ass was in the air, her chin on her forearm, a pillow stuffed between her tits and her face. Her knees were together and her ankles crossed. She had no idea how she'd gotten into this predicament, she usually slept on her side.

She pushed herself up to just hands and knees and blinked, trying to focus her eyes. Ow. Her back hurt. Her butt hurt. Her pussy was really sore. She felt air shift against it, and wondered how she'd managed to get out of her nightgown. She never slept nude. Except this time. Her eyes finally began to act like they should and images began to resolve.

This was her room, her bed. That much she recognized. The fitted sheet was half on, half off, a curious pattern of stains on the bare mattress. There were bottles and red plastic cups on her dresser. There was a scattering of debris on her bedroom floor, clothing, mostly. And, most importantly and urgently, there was someone else in bed with her.

Startled, she tried to hop away from the stranger, but her body protested and she kind of fell to one side instead. She stared in horror at the person next to her. She didn't know her. Sure was pretty, though, just as naked as Connie herself. The blonde's makeup was smeared and streaked, her tits pointing up in the air. White flaky bits on her chest and belly and matted into the honey dark pubic hair. Her legs were splayed, her arm across her eyes.

Connie looked around some more, spooked. No sign of a male, which would be required if the white stuff on the blonde's tummy was what she thought it was. She sat back up and noted with a fascinated dismay that her thighs were sticking together, and wondered what the glue was. She bet she knew. Something squirted out of her as she strained to sit, and she winced.

Well, that explained the soreness in her crotch. Unfortunately. She kinda wished she remembered what had happened. Seemed a shame to be in such a state and not remember any of the fun that got her here. She also was kinda glad she didn't remember. The girl next to her bore a striking resemblance to a used tissue, crumpled and discarded. She figured whatever had happened had been somewhat degrading.

Okay. So. The room smelled like weed, stale booze and used cooze. This had been a party of some magnitude... oh, shit. Connie remembered one thing, at least.

Yesterday was her birthday, number twenty one. She'd set up for a big blowout, inviting everyone she knew in person and practically sending up a flare on social media. Looked like it had been a success. Her bedroom was totally destroyed, but at least she'd gotten laid. Now it was a shame she couldn't remember... she concentrated. Nope. Last thing that was clear was her setting out bottles of liquor at her kitchen island, making sure disposable cups were neatly stacked, and hefting bags of ice into her freezer.

Gingerly, she put her feet on the carpet and tried to stand, backing out of the bed ass first. A little more of someone's leftovers rolled down her thigh when she straightened up. She briefly felt the urge to vomit again. She picked her way around the debris on her floor and made her way to her bathroom.

Somebody else was sleeping in her bathtub.

So much for a quick shower, unless she wanted to risk drowning the ebony skinned girl clutching a towel over her body.

This girl looked familiar, at least. Maybe they'd gone to high school together? Shanna? Connie wasn't sure, and couldn't focus very well, she'd have to ask her when she woke up. She sat on the toilet and felt her lips peel open, hairs getting pulled as they stuck to things they shouldn't. She peed, long and loud, and might have moaned in relief.

The girl in the tub stirred. She said something, a mumbled string of curse words. Then she abruptly bolted upright, staring at Connie. "The fuck. Who the. What in. Ow. I'm fucking sleeping on a DUCK!?" She fished under her, and a yellow duckling flew across the room and squeaked when it hit the mirror.

"That's Danny the Duck. Had him since I was five." Connie wiped, and winced. "Shit. Everything's sticky. Mind if I kick you out of your bed? I need a shower."

The girl nodded, tight curls bouncing. "Deal. Trade?"

Connie gestured to the toilet. "The throne awaits."

Shortly, Connie was hosing herself out and the other girl was trying to find her clothes. She'd been wearing one ankle length purple sock, not any single thing else.

"I'm Connie, by the way."

"Yeah? I'm Shawna. We had Mrs. Peterson for English, right?"

Connie nodded. "Thought you looked familiar."

Shawna found panties. "Fucking hope these are mine." She wiggled into them. "Yeah. They fit. What the hell happened here?"

"I hoped you'd be able to fill me in."

The black girl picked up a purple top, looked it over for a moment. "Fucked. Cum stains all over it. Oh well, it'll get me home." She looked back at Connie. "No offense, but I ain't remembering shit. I think I vaguely recall seeing your post on Facebook, something about a party."

Connie used the towel Shawna had been cuddling to dry off her cooch. "Yep. I remember making the post, and not much else."

The two girls looked at each other, and laughed. "You got creampied, I got bukkakied, and neither of us remember shit. Ain't that something?"

Connie wrapped herself in her robe. "Something. Hallmark of a good party, I guess." She stopped, gave herself a once over in the mirror before she tied the robe closed.

Makeup streaked, eyeliner running down her face, half her lipstick smeared on her cheek. Red hair was a tangled mess, in a knot over her left shoulder. What looked like a hand-shaped bruise on her right tit. Pubic area red and swollen, easy to see even under her damp pubes. Connie should have gone for a more thorough shower, the pussy, tits, and ass treatment looked woefully insufficient. She closed the robe and bent to wash off her face.

Shawna came up behind her. "Girl, some parties are too good."

"Tell me about it."

"Wish I could. Got a toothbrush I can borrow? The volume of jizz on this top makes me think I either blew four guys, or one horse. Either way..."

"Mouthwash there, toothbrush... hmm." Connie opened a drawer as Shawna grabbed at the bottle of minty green liquid. "Here we go."

"Mmmh." As close to thanks as Connie was gonna get with her swishing out her mouth. Connie walked to the door of the bathroom, intensely aware that her pussy was swollen with every step. She opened the door and was again, shocked by the damage. Her blanket lay in a pile over in one corner, someone had put out a joint on her dresser top, inches away from an ashtray she'd forgotten she owned. The carpet looked stained, the parts of it she could see between various articles of clothing, anyway. The curtain rod over her bed was askew. That sparked a memory, her fingers clawing at something above her to get a purchase, so she should thrust back onto... someone. The face of the guy wasn't clear in her mind, his powerful, hairy chest was. That and the strained sound the curtains had made before they gave way.

The crumpled blonde in her bed was still crumpled and cum streaked. From here, though, Connie got a much clearer view of her... bits. Looked like she'd been rode just as hard and put up dripping like she had been.

Shawna spit into the sink behind her, and walked towards the door with the toothbrush still sticking out of the side of her mouth.

"Fuck. Place is wrecked. Who dat?" She gestured at the bed.

"I don't know. Should we wake her up?"

"Mm. Prolly." She shrugged. "Not my circus. Hey, if you see an iPhone laying around, let me know, huh? Purple case. Matches my top."

Connie nodded, and rescanned the room. So much out of place... there. "Under the bed. That it?"

Shawna nodded, and ducked her head to reach for her phone. Connie picked her way across the debris on the floor, and gave Miss Kleenex a shake on the shoulder. The blonde's eyes snapped open, her head twisted, and then she focused onto Connie. "Oh, hey. Birthday girl." She smiled sleepily and stretched, making her somehow look even more cute. "Oh, mmm, yes, I was really hoping we'd get more time together." She frowned. "Can't remember... how I got... Sorry. Must've drank too..." her frown deepened.

Connie failed to politely avert her eyes. She'd stretched both arms above her head, arched her back and pointed her toes. Connie had never been presented with such a dazzling display of girlflesh before. The sun coming through the skewed curtains left bars of highlights on taut skin and firm muscle, accentuating every curve. The girl had no blemish on her skin. Connie double-checked. No. Perfect. No moles, no zits, nothing but beautiful, smooth skin. The girl stopped moving abruptly, as if she'd discovered some damage. "We're all having some issues remembering last night, it would seem," Connie said finally, realizing she'd been silent way too long. She blinked and tried not to stare as the girl reached down a hand and cupped her swollen mound. "Um. Like. I don't know your name..."

"Hanna," the blonde said absently. The blue eyes clouded. "Oh. Oh, shit. Oh no. Nononono." The girl's voice dropped to a whisper, horror eclipsing her face as she clenched her eyes closed.

"I know. I think it happened to me, too." Connie laid a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder. "At the moment, it's kinda a good thing I don't remember much."

Hanna nodded. "Right." The word came out broken. "Can I have a minute?"

Connie shook her head in sympathy. "Bathroom is over there." She tightened the sash on her robe as the girl made a familiar waddling run towards the indicated doorway. She was shorter than she'd looked laying down, Connie noted.

Shawna looked up from her phone and tracked the girl's progress, then let her eyes snap back to Connie. "I may have made some video evidence here." She sat on the bed, heavily. "I'm gonna watch it. You don't have to."

Despite what she'd said, Connie had an itch to know exactly what had happened. "No, I think I'd like to see." She moved around the bed and sat next to the black girl. She got the feeling that this itch would hurt if she scratched at it too much. But she had to scratch it a little, at least.

Shawna got shoulder to shoulder with Connie. "Thanks, I really didn't want to watch it alone." She sighed and pushed play on a dark screen. "Last one recorded first."

It started with Shawna, topless, filming herself in the bathroom mirror. She dabbed at something on her lips, grinned, and stuck out her chest. Then the camera swooped and headed for the bathroom door, opening it into chaos. There was an image of a mass of bodies atop the bed. Hanna's blonde hair could be seen under a man. Connie's equally identifiable red hair was between two men, her pale back flexing. The two girls were clasping hands. There were noises of pleasure from the women, grunts from the men. Shawna's voice came in clear over the top of the din. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking 'bout." The camera panned, the activity on the bed had drawn a crowd of spectators, masturbating men and women. "Who wants to jump in there with me?" Shawna said loudly, excitedly. A blur of skin tones obscured the lens, then the phone fell and bounced. It came to rest under the bed as Shawna could be heard giggling, then moaning, adding her voice to the choir. The video played, but didn't move from the dark spot it had landed in.

Connie bit her lip. The noise the microphone had picked up was very explicit, but told them almost nothing. She could hear herself, shouting that she was going to cum.

Shawna hit the pause button. "Yeah. This ran for an hour and a half under there." She skimmed towards the end, where the black underside of the bed continued to show with smaller sounds, light moans and grunts, a couple of voices still making noise in the background. "I think it shut off automatically."

"I think I saw enough." Connie continued to chew her lip. "Sure doesn't look like we were coerced. So at least there's that."

"Mmm." Shawna seemed unsure. "Yeah, I thought roofied, or something like that. Just got too wasted to know what or who we were doing. But, no... I'm giving a green light, there. I know what I sound like when I'm wasted, and that wasn't it." She shook her head. "Anyways. That one covers one to two thirty AM. This one here is time stamped at... Half past midnight."

The thumbnail for this one wasn't nearly as dark. It was still a jumble, undecipherable, until Shawna touched it and it sprang to full screen. Shawna's lips moved down a tube of pale flesh, then the camera pulled back and showed a wider view of her, hands on two other cocks as she sucked the one in the middle. She was fully clothed, the men nude. She switched to the guy on her left, then the one to the right, then back to the center one.

"Hell yeah, babe. Fucking make me proud." The voice was deep, male. The camera panned down, someone else was holding it, and he wanted his dick in view. Connie had to admit, it was a whopper. Maybe it was the camera angle.

"Mike," Shawna whispered. A dick she was familiar with, it would seem. She looked in awe as the camera operator walked forward, and bumped the busy Shawna's cheek with his cock, nudging his way into her attention. She gave him a few cursory licks, made the skin shiny with her spit, then returned to the knob she'd just left.

The camera panned to another girl, back to back with Shawna, facing a similarly populated display of cocks. She took her head off the one in the middle, said something about how she was going to win something. Mike countered with, "Not if you keep using your mouth to trash talk." Connie couldn't ID the second one, her face simply wasn't visible. The men were only shown from about navel down, so no luck there.

The blowjob competition continued with Mike cheering Shawna on, until the inevitable conclusion. "Shit. Called it. Four guys."

Connie tried for a joke. "At least it wasn't a horse."

Shawna put the phone face down on her thigh. She looked grim. Her single chuckle was equally humorless. "Yeah. There is that. But... Connie, that's not me. And Mike is a jealous, possessive guy. The fact that he's on there, giving me a high five when one of these guys blows all over my top is just fucking insane. Not to mention he's holding MY phone... I must have hit record and handed it to him. What the fuck..." Shawna trailed off as she put fingers to her temples, as if a light massage would bring back the memories.

Connie didn't know what to say. Mike... Shawna's boyfriend from back in high school, she thought. A star from the state championship football team, a linebacker, or center or something. Sports wasn't Connie's strong suit. "You two are still together?"

Shawna shook her head. "We were when we got here last night. We'll have to see if we still are." She picked the phone back up. "Two more. Are you still in?"

"Yeah." Connie put an arm around Shawna's shoulders. "Kinda numb now, might as well."

"This one starts at... eleven oh eight. An hour in front of the last one." A long fingernail tapped the screen. Music burst forth, and Shawna's face appeared. She made the standard, 'I'm fucked up' face for insta, wide eyes, tongue out, and an open mouthed grin. Behind her head, Shawna made the rocking out hand gesture, index and pinky extended, other two fingers folded down to her palm, thumb out at right angles.

"Fucking-a, does this white girl know how to fucking paaartay!" Then-Shawna yelled, followed by a whoop that was joined in by quite a few voices. The camera panned in a dizzying arc around the room. Then the video ended, only lasting a mere ten seconds.

Shawna tapped the screen and swiped back, pausing it at key points in the swooping view.

"That's Sana. And... Kyle! Good for her." Connie commented. Shawna kept the Indian girl in frame for a moment, lip locked and pressed against a wall by a tall, sandy blonde man. At first glance it appeared innocent enough, but the more Connie looked, the more she saw. The nerdy girl wasn't wearing her glasses, her always immaculate braid was mussed, Kyle's hand was clearly under her shirt, and his zipper was open with Sana's wrist disappearing into it. Shawna swiped back. There was Hanna, sitting on the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. The blonde had her face turned to the camera, blandly reviewing the party while she lazily diddled herself. The girl was stark naked, a fact that seemed to bother no one else in the room at all.

Another swipe, and Connie saw herself, leading a man by the hand into her room. She'd been walking backwards, keeping the guy in view. Connie saw the look of clear lust on her face, the splotchy red on her cheeks, the blouse with its buttons undone to her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, something she clearly remembered being a part of her party outfit at the start of the night.

"You know that guy?"

Connie said, "Chad?" That wasn't quite right. But it was the first unbidden and clear name that bubbled up. "Didn't know him before last night." Still don't. But this guy was shirtless, his chest pudgy and bare. Not the same chest she so clearly remembered from her curtain pulling incident. Another swipe.

Her couch. Her poor, poor couch. There were at least seven people on it, all in various stages of undress and/or copulation. The original sweep of the camera had been too fast, the skin just a blur, Connie simply hadn't registered what was happening.

Neither had Shawna. "Well, shit. That's Mike." She pointed to a large dark skinned male in the middle of the pile. "His dick in... I don't know that whore. You know her?"

"Maybe." Hard to tell, anyway. Might be Petra, a girl she'd worked with at the campus bookstore. The girl in question had her eyes showing whites only, and her face was partially eclipsed by the penis in her mouth. She was sitting with her back to Mike, his massive tool splitting her open from underneath while another guy took the opportunity presented by her open mouth. Petra, if that's who it was, wasn't the other girl from the competition, she had wavy brown hair, the other one had a fluffy blonde bob. Wait... the other girl might have been Paige, a trust fund brat who had hindered a history study group last semester.

"Well, at least he got some, too. That way this ain't all one sided." The next swipe took them to the start of the video, Shawna's party face. The movie played again, and Connie closed her eyes, hearing the song again was making something happen inside her head.

***

The song, she'd never heard it before. Good beat though. And this dude, Chadley, ridiculous name, was moving his hips to the beat. Good beat... she had plans for those hips. Gotta get those pants off him first. She pushed his face away from hers, and looked down at his modest bulge. "Wanna get that in me?" She screamed over the music. Chadley nodded, his eyes wide, a goofy grin on his face. She grabbed his hand and walked backwards, only sparing Hanna a single glance. Naked and fingering herself, just like she'd left her a few minutes ago, when Chadley had pulled Connie away for a dance. Connie could still taste Hanna on her lips. Everyone had been sampling that girl's nectar, sipping at the flower between her legs. Connie wanted another taste... Just gotta fix this little itch first.