Leftovers Ch 03 04

Leftovers: Chapter Three

Hanna finished her story and looked at Shawna, who had her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. Sensing movement, she looked down at Hanna. "I remember some of that."

"Yeah?"

"You do kinda taste like honey. More of a consistency thing than a flavor... but still sweet."

The blonde blushed and drew her shoulders up to her ears. Connie spoke next. "That... also brought back some memories. Um. Like you said, all shuffled." Bodies, so many guys on top of her, under her. Unlike Hanna, though, she had names to match faces. She'd invited most of them. Made more awkward by the fact that the vast majority of them had never interested her romantically. The ones that she had been interested in... well, she was pretty sure each and every one had their shot. Pun intended. And she remembered saying that last little bit, that little promise to make it better, panic and pity flooding her as she watched the petite girl get splashed with cum, fucked nearly senseless, dick after dick stuffed into her. Also, that quiet little time they'd spent, just before Brice came to visit them. Her breathless sighs as Connie figured out another girl's anatomy under her fingers.

Goddammit, Connie thought. It wasn't fair. This one's first time with a boy, and Connie's first time with a girl. All skewed and shaded by everything else going on, the depravity of everyone involved. Shit, she realized that she'd actively encouraged some incest, too. Hell, she'd participated, lending her hips to Brice's thrusts when he shied from hurting his little sister. That memory was vivid, suddenly.

And, most shamefully of all, this flood of memories was starting another kind of flood, in a still tender and well used spot. She shifted on her butt again, this time for a very different reason than mere discomfort. The motion drew both sets of eyes, who glanced at her hands folded tightly in her lap. Shawna looked away and stared at her own thighs. Hanna just stared, and fidgeted, tugging at the hem of her borrowed nightshirt.

Connie realized that Hanna's story had affected them all in the same way. All three girls were frighteningly horny. None of them was willing to admit it.

An awkward silence stretched out. The girls tried not to look at one another. Well, Connie and Shawna did. Hanna took turns looking at both of them, her breathing getting faster with each turn of her head. She also was the first one to speak.

"So... ever been in an all-girl threeway?" She giggled nervously. "They're so much fun."

Connie answered after the question had lay, twitching, on the floor for a few seconds. "Before last night, I hadn't even... kissed... another girl."

Hanna looked surprised. "No kidding? I wouldn't have guessed."

Shawna contributed a 'me neither.' Hanna looked back at her, then whipsawed her head back to Connie. Her lips opened to say something, but she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Connie got up and walked to the doorway out into the living room, breathing a tiny sigh of relief. She opened the door and was confronted by a topless woman, a shirt dangling from her hand. "Hey. Have you seen my... oh, there it is." She brushed past Connie and picked up a lacy pink brassiere from the floor. "Thanks. Hey, great party, by the way." She was stuffing herself into the bra as she left. "I'll accept an invitation to the next one. But please, never mention it to me at work, 'kay? See ya."

"Bye, Petra. Happy you enjoyed yourself." Connie said, mostly to herself, the girl was gone. She looked back at the other girls behind her, then looked out into the living room. Lots of motion. Including someone coming directly at her.

"Hanna. Have you seen Hanna?" Brice's normally easygoing and friendly demeanor was gone, replaced by a frantic man with wild hair dressed only in tighty whities and skewed glasses. Connie pointed behind her as he grabbed her arms and blinked wide eyes at her. Then he fell to his knees, sobbing, in front of his sister.

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't find you. I thought I'd... never mind what I thought, are you okay?"

Hanna patted his head and pulled his face into her chest for a hug. "Brice, I'm fine. I'm fine. It's okay." Shawna got up, giving them some space. She peeked out the open door.

"Connie? I still have some questions I need answered. But. Right now, they can wait." She had caught sight of Mike, groggily rising from the couch. Her eyes never left him as she spoke, and when she was done she crossed the distance to him hurriedly.

Connie heard a soft voice behind her. "...no, I'm so glad it was you. Nobody else I trust more, love more..." Well, these two needed a minute. She stepped out, closing the door behind her. Then she tugged at her sash, and went to see if she could help any of the lost people wandering her house.

***

The vast majority of them wanted to leave, immediately, and did not want to discuss last night at all. In every case, they refused her apology, and said they'd had a great time. She helped them find their clothes and phones and sent them on their way. A whirlwind of Ubers and Rides later, and things were getting calm enough to comprehend.

Sana and Tyler sat in her kitchen, staring into each other's eyes, holding hands. Cute.

Travis and Paige were helping to clean up, moving around the living room with giant trash bags they were filling up. Odd behavior from both, Connie wouldn't have pegged Paige as the helpful type. And Travis... well. He kept glancing at Connie, which made her forget whatever she was talking about, or doing. She froze like a startled deer every time he so much as turned his head at her. But, she was glad someone was cleaning, even if it was the most unlikely of her guests.

Shawna and Mike were in the back yard, having a spirited whisper fight. Lots of hand gestures and facial expressions, no noise.

A few stragglers, awaiting their Ubers, shuffled and stared at their feet or their phones on the porch.

Connie went back to her room, her intention to get dressed in people clothes, not this robe that kept threatening to come open. She opened the door. And closed it immediately.

She thought they'd left. She certainly thought they'd be dressed. She definitely did NOT expect to see Hanna on top of her brother in the filthy bed, softly moving her hips, as he ran tender hands on her chest. Neither had noticed her.

Well. It seemed they'd need a few more minutes. Maybe more than that. She went to the kitchen, to see about getting some coffee on board, at least. Anything to distract from the sibcest on her bed. Mentally, she reminded herself to schedule some steam cleaners. Her carpet was stained beyond her ability to cope. Would they be able to clean her mattress? Or should she just burn it in a bonfire?

The two sitting at the table were silent, and creepy. Neither took their eyes off each other as Connie got busy with the Keurig. She sat on Sana's side with her steaming mug.

"Thank you." Sana took the cup and put it in front of herself, without tearing her eyes from Tyler.

Fine. Guests get served first. Connie fixed another cup and offered it to Tyler by putting it in his direct line of sight. He took it, more to get it out of his view of Sana than out of want, Connie thought. He didn't thank her.

Travis leaned over the bar to empty beer bottles into her sink. He glanced at the mug she was filling. "I'll take a cup, if you don't mind."

Of course. "How do you like it?"

He grinned, evilly. "Hot and creamy, and a little sweet. Freckled with cinnamon."

She blinked. "Really? Or was that a come on?"

He actually blushed. "Yeah. No, black's fine. But... too good an opportunity to pass up." He took the mug from her fingers and winked as he walked away. Connie thought she was going to melt the coffee maker in front of her, her face felt so hot.

Paige would probably want one, too. Unfortunately, Connie knew her order from the study group. Two shots of vanilla, low fat creme, and sweet as sin. She only had some dry vanilla coffee mate, that'd have to do.

Paige took the mug like it was a holy object, literally sinking to her knees on the carpet to sip at it where she'd stood. She thanked Connie, and Connie left her there, getting a good look over her shoulder at the blonde as she went back to the awkward kitchen, finally, for her own cup of coffee. From behind, the set of her shoulders, the way the blonde hair poofed out from under the white headband... definitely the other girl in the video competition with Shawna. Well, way to go, Miss Paige. Connie hadn't thought the girl had any skills, so this was a revelation.

Finally, she sat at the table, gingerly juggling coffee in a plastic cup. She'd run out of mugs. She leaned over and bumped Sana with her shoulder after a moment, tired of the creepy, intense, staring contest. "Hey. Bestie."

Sana looked over her glasses at Connie, slightly annoyed according to the set of her eyebrows. Connie continued as if she wasn't being lightly lasered by her friend's eyes. "So... I take it you had a good night?"

"Oh." Sana looked at the table, the ceiling, anywhere but back to Connie's eyes. "Yes. It was a very nice party."

A quick glance at Tyler showed the blonde man could blush, unlike Sana. Well, maybe, her cheeks had darkened a little. "Nice? Huh." Connie shrugged. "If you say so. Not the word anybody else is using."

"What words are they using, then?"

Connie reviewed the bits of conversation she'd overheard as well as the few comments directed at her. "Depraved, that's at the top. Filthy. I heard fuckfest, which I think is particularly apt... but I only heard it once."

Sana continued to look uncomfortably elsewhere. "I... do not think I noticed. Any of that."

Tyler sat forward and looked like he was going to say something. Sana silenced him with a glance. Ah, he hadn't built up a resistance to Sana's patented death glare. It would come with time.

Connie was a little put off. Sana wasn't one to lie, or deny reality. But she was tired. It wasn't even ten in the morning yet, and it had already been an exhausting day. And night. So, Connie decided to not start an argument with her friend. "M'kay. Well. Good for you. Some of last night was downright disturbing."

As if on cue, her bedroom door opened, and Hanna peeked out, shamefully. She caught sight of Connie, and skipped over to her, Connie's thin white nightshirt catching air like a sail against the girl's slight form. "Hey!" She said, and Connie caught a peck on her lips and a brief press of the tiny girl's body to hers. Sana took a sharp breath inward at that. "Um. Thanks for the loaner... but, I can't go home in this." Hanna held out the hem of the shirt, in sunlight it was like she was dressed in gauze. Connie blinked at her sharp nipples, her dark triangle of pubes visible through the thin fabric... blinked and maybe stared a bit too long.

"Well, you're adorable in it. But I bet that's true of just about anything you wear." Not quite true. Despite having seen the girl fully nude not long ago, that shirt was begging Connie to rip it off the tiny blonde to see her lithe body clearly again. Adorable? Sure... but also highly fuckable. Connie shook her head to clear it... this wasn't like her. She got up and walked to the bar, where someone had neatly folded a sparkly green scrap of fabric. "Here you go." Under it was a striped polo shirt and a pair of khakis, Brice's outfit from last night. Without comment, Connie handed the whole pile to Hanna. There was a look that passed between them, an acknowledgement of sorts. Then Hanna ran back to the bedroom.

"Who was that?" Sana asked, her bushy brows close together.

"Hanna. We... got to know each other... recently."

"Does she know you're straight?"

Connie had been wondering how to tell the blonde girl that, herself. She didn't have a good answer. In fact, after seeing the girl tear up while telling her story, Connie absolutely didn't want to cause her any further pain. Hanna was so enamored of her... nope. No good answers to that. "Well, no, she might have gotten a different impression..."

Sana looked equally exasperated and confused. But, before she could vent, the back door opened, and Shawna came in, holding Mike's hand and dragging him behind.

"Hey, girl. Um, so, me and Mike here, we've got some things to do today. But... I wanna figure this shit out. So, I'm gonna set up a little group chat for last night's... I don't know what to call us. Survivors? Victims?" She shrugged. "I'll figure it out. I've got some numbers, but I'll need your help filling out the list."

Connie shrugged. "I have some. Lots of people brought a plus one I don't know, though. And nobody wanted to talk about it."

Shawna nodded. "Noticed that. I'm hoping, y'know, that if you ain't putting your pretty face in theirs, they might be a bit more open." She smiled down at Connie. "And it might be too fresh. Day or two, someone might remember something and then we'll know."

Connie wondered where her phone was, suddenly. She'd been too busy to think about it.

"Know what?" Sana asked.

Shawna blinked slowly. "Well... honestly, it's just a theory. But so much about last night... it just... well. I think we got roofied, kinda. Maybe some new version, something. Our attitudes underwent a major shift, the whole memory loss thing... it points to someone drugging us."

"What are you talking about? I remember last night very clearly." Sana was shaking her head, sending her hastily put back together braid back into its tousled shambles. "And no one went through any... attitude shift."

Now it was Connie's turn to return fire with her own laser eyes to Sana. Shawna wasn't going to go easy on her, Connie could tell by the way she'd recoiled. Now, Shawna was drawing her eyebrows together, and tilting her head.

Tyler spoke up, the first words Connie had heard from him all morning. "Um... no, babe. Absolutely not true. I don't remember everything, but I remember enough. There was... I don't know how to describe it. But how you didn't notice anything is beyond me."

Sana's eyebrows climbed while staying close together. "Wait. That stuff... happened?" Her eyes were showing more and more white. "Like... really? I thought I just had a weird sex dream after we..."

Everyone around the table was shaking their heads. "Nope. It was real." "Damn right, I have videos." "Sana, yeah, that stuff happened." "Sorry. But what she said."

She frowned again and clutched at her skirt. "So... I... we... but I never... how..." Sana's face was crumpling. Connie winced... Sana hadn't been a virgin, like Hanna. But, barely. Depends on whether or not thirty seconds in the backseat of a Civic on prom night counted. "I am so embarrassed." Sana briefly managed to spit out in a normal tone of voice, then abruptly lost all control and began crying.

Tyler was reaching for her hand. "No, babe, no, not your fault, not at all. That's what they're saying, we got drugged. Or something." His attempt to placate her was a failure. She went from the twisted face of someone coming to terms with her mistake, straight to howls of anguish. She pushed her way out of the kitchen, nearly knocking Mike over on her way. Tyler ran after her. Connie's spare bedroom door shut.

"I was working up to telling her. Y'know. Gently." Connie said with a sigh, and carefully tipped her plastic cup to take her first sip of coffee.

Shawna put a hand on her shoulder. "Denial is a helluva drug. And we're all tempted to partake of it. But it's better to face the truth."

Mike added his hand to Connie's other shoulder. "That's not to say that letting some dogs sleep a little longer ain't a bad thing." He rumbled. Connie agreed. She still remembered his bulk on top of her, his powerful motions, tossing her around like a rowboat in a storm. She remembered how much she'd liked it. She did NOT want to talk about it. Not now, not with Shawna right there.

"Anyways. I hate to stir the pot and run, but we have other obligations. I'll text you about the group chat thing." Shawna and Mike left, leaving Connie alone in the kitchen with her coffee and some unsettling thoughts to go through.

What the hell had happened last night?

Well, she knew the details and the mechanics of some of it. But something, some catalyst had set everyone off equally, making their own barriers and taboos completely nonexistent. There was Connie in her memories, running her tongue along another woman's pussy for the first time. There was a clear memory from atop her bed as she took a dick in her ass and one up her snatch, another first. Not for either act, but for both at once. She recalled the antics at the edge of her bed as it happened... a sea of changing flesh tones as one body reached for another, regardless of relationships, regardless of gender.

No fucks given, or rather all fucks given. No one had objected to anything, all sex acts were fair game. Bodies bared despite their flaws, no one caring about that either. The people who still had clothes on in her memory had simply been too busy to remove them. People didn't act like that, no matter how horny, how slutty they were.

Travis walked nearby, a large black trash bag in his hand. "I didn't separate this, glass and plastic and cans, mostly. What should I do with it?"

Connie managed to overcome her sudden plunging feeling in her stomach, and direct the man to the dumpster in the alleyway. He grinned as he walked outside, giving her yet more flutters.

She tilted her plastic cup back, letting the last of the coffee splash down her throat. She let her thoughts return to last night, the brazen way she'd wiggled her hand between Travis and his lover. Connie didn't think she'd ever been so bold. Whatever had gotten into her last night had completely changed her, altered her decisions and actions to the point of disbelief. It didn't seem to be having any aftereffects this morning, judging by her nervousness around Travis... but she couldn't be sure. The tingling in her pussy was more than just recovery from a workout, the lustful thoughts running in her head were not entirely under her control.

Hanna's wake-up stretch, her sun dappled, perfect skin begging to be touched, ran through her head unbidden and frequently. The tussle with Travis last night, that reran every time his eyes found her. The look on Brice's face when she'd told him what his sister wanted. A swirl of these and other images seemed to assault her every time her mind went idle.

And yet she blushed and stammered like a schoolgirl when Travis looked at her. The thoughts bubbled and swirled behind her embarrassed facade, a depraved and hungry girl clawing from under the surface to break free...

Paige sat down next to her, letting her empty mug clink on the table. "Hey, girl. Happy birthday."

Connie flushed red again, as if the blonde could read her thoughts. She gave Paige a glance, then... lingered. The girl had pale, pink rimmed skin that looked like silk, a bob haircut that left curls near her neck and ears, as if pointing to those spots to whisper 'kiss her here.' Her lips were full, plump, and soft. The girl had a massive chest, too, weighty globes stretching her shirt tight. Connie followed those curves down, saw her flat stomach with a quarter inch of skin showing between the shirt and her skirt...

Under her exterior of flustered embarrassment, the Connie from last night howled. That Connie wanted to kiss her, wanted to tangle her fingers in those blonde curls and pull her face down as she lifted her knees up.

But this morning's Connie couldn't bear to do more than glance away, to shiver ever so slightly as the stray urges passed through her.

Paige nodded, as if Connie's silence was an answer to her greeting. "Yeah. I get it. Last night was cray-cray. Threw me for a loop, and I've lived through sorority pledge week. You okay?"