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Day Fourteen: Sunday
Alisha tried to open her eyes as she awoke. The room was near pitch black, and her head was pounding. She found her right eye opened fine, but her left felt... stuck somehow. She carefully reached out, and found a bedside table. Slowly feeling around, she found a switch to a lamp, and turned it on.
The light was blinding, despite her blurry, one-eyed vision. But Alisha was able to piece together a few things rather quickly. One, she was in one of Caitie's bedrooms. Two, she was clearly hung over. Three, she was very much naked. And four...
"Samantha," Alisha said to herself in a whisper.
Beside Alisha in the bed was Samantha, quietly sleeping, and very much also naked. Alisha sat and stared for a while, part because she was still trying to wake up, and part because she was trying to process that she was naked in a bed with one of her friends.
Alisha tried to open left eye more, but found it still to be stuck, as if something had sealed it shut. She reached out to touch her closed left eye, and quickly realized why her eye was shut.
Cum. Her eye was stuck shut with dried cum. She felt around on herself, and felt more of it; on her tits, stomach, around her pussy, and on her legs. She tried to stand up, but was immediately hit with a wave of dizziness as her head was pounding, hung over from the drinks in her system, as well as a throbbing pain between her legs and in her thighs.
Eventually, finding steady enough footing, Alisha slowly shuffled towards the bedroom door. Not caring about her clothes for the moment, naked, she continued to shuffle down the upstairs hallway of Caitie's house, and to the washroom. While trying to also adjust to the bright washroom lights, Alisha turned on the shower, and once warm, stepped inside.
Alisha had no idea how long she stood in the shower for, spending all the time she felt she needed to let the warm water flow over her body. There wasn't much for soap in the shower, Caitie clearly only stocking her ensuite and the ground floor washrooms, but the simple bar made do, as she slowly ran it over herself, scrubbing off all that had dried on her.
Satisfied that her body was clean enough, and now able to open her left eye, Alisha turned off the shower. Looking around the washroom, she realized that in addition to soap, Caitie had not stocked this washroom with adequate towels either, the only cloth in sight being a hand towel. But Alisha didn't care; she grabbed the hand towel off of the hook by the sink, and slowly dried herself as best she could.
Still having difficulty walking, she shuffled her way back to the bedroom she woke up in. The lamp was still on, and Samantha was still soundly asleep, most of the covers not really covering her as she lay naked. Now that she was able to see better, Alisha noticed that Samantha's body was also covered in dry cum, ropes of it seen on her body, face, and hair. Further, there was some on the bedsheets in which they slept.
"I don't remember all this,"
Alisha said to herself.
"You do at least remember our hot tub friend though, right?"
said Vicky.
Alisha only sighed at the voice of Vicky in her head.
"And good morning to you too,"
Vicky added.
"And I'm going to assume your non answer is a yes."
"Well, yes,"
said Alisha.
"I do remember. But, I don't remember Samantha coming here. Or what looks like other guys visiting the room."
"Welcome to drinking,"
said Vicky. "Fun things can happen when you're passed out!"
Alisha sat on the side of the bed she woke up on, her head still pounding. A few minutes went by in silence, before she realized she was still naked. Without turning on any more lights, she stood up slowly, and shuffled her way around the room trying to find where her clothes were, her legs still incredibly sore. She was able to find her top and jeans, but couldn't find where her bra or panties had ended up. Even worse, she had no idea where her phone ended up. Eventually satisfied that her phone wasn't in the bedroom, Alisha began the slow shuffle back out to the hallway to start a search of the house.
It took her a full minute to get down the first flight of stairs to the main floor, where there were numerous partiers spread about on the couches, chairs, and floor, all passed out. Alisha tried her best to navigate the crowd of those laying about, only twice causing some to stir, but to only fall back asleep moments later. Finding no success in the living room or dining room, Alisha shuffled to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Alisha took note of the clocks on both the range and microwave; 6:37am.
"Shit," Alisha said to herself under her breath. "Church starts in less than four hours."
"You're actually thinking about going to church?!"
said Vicky.
"Well, yea, my parents are expecting me to be there,"
Alisha replied slowly, her head still throbbing.
"You. Going to church today," Vicky continued to nag.
"The morning after having how many cocks inside you?"
"And what would you have me do?"
asked Alisha.
"Uh, not go?"
said Vicky.
"Just tell your parents you're sick or something."
"But they're expecting me to come to church with Rachel,"
said Alisha.
"Get dropped off at your house before your family leaves? Tell them you feel sick and want to stay home."
As Alisha continued the slow search for her phone, she knew Vicky's plan was probably best. There was no way she was going to show her face at church given how her night went. Not having any success on the main floor, Alisha shuffled back to the stairs to head down to the ground floor.
At the bottom of the stairs, Alisha could see her shoes by the front door, and her purse under the bench. Once at the bench, she carefully leaned down to collect her purse, but only to find her phone wasn't inside.
"This isn't good,"
thought Alisha.
"Maybe try your favorite room,"
said Vicky.
"Maybe you left it in there."
Alisha looked down the hall of the ground floor to the closed door to Caitie's spare room, her sex room. The very same room in which Vicky caused Alisha to be strapped into a sex swing, and forced to endure multiple party guests. Eventually reaching the closed door, Alisha reached out for the handle, and turned it. Finding the door unlocked, Alisha slowly stepped inside, and reached for the light.
The first thing Alisha noticed about the room once she turned the lights on was how clean it looked. The room had the distinct odor of cleaners, the laminate flooring looking spotless. In the center of the room hung the two swings, motionless. After spending a moment being stuck staring at them, Alisha's gaze moved to the closet where her clothes had been stored the night before in one of the drawers.
Once at the closet, Alisha carefully opened each drawer. The ones at the top were filled with items Alisha couldn't identify, but were clearly for sexual use. The next ones filled with items such as condoms, lube, and other items Alisha didn't bother spending much time on, as they clearly weren't her phone. It was only when Alisha reached the bottom drawers did Alisha finally find what she was looking for.
With her phone in-hand, Alisha decided to take Vicky's advice. She shuffled back to the front door, grabbed her purse, slipped on her shoes, and quietly left the house. Once at the end of the driveway, Alisha searched with her phone for a local taxi company to come pick her up to take her home.
***
The taxi stopped a few houses down from Alisha's house, as she didn't want her parents to become suspicious if they happened to see her leave the cab. Only after the taxi rounded the corner did Alisha start a slow, painful shuffle to her front door. Her house key thankfully still in her purse, she unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
"Alisha?" her mom, Kate, called out.
"Yes..." said Alisha, sounding tired and worn out.
"What are you doing home so early?" Kate said as she came around from the kitchen to the front door.
"I... I'm not feeling great. I... think I'm sick," Alisha said. "Can I stay home and rest?"
"Of course, sweetie. You look awful!"
"Thanks, mom."
"You know what I mean," said Kate, completely unaware of the real reason her daughter wanted to stay home from church. "Let's get you up to your room."
With the help of her mother, Alisha slowly navigated the stairs up to her bedroom, faking a stomach ache and nausea to excuse her slow walking. Finally in her room, Alisha changed into a fresh pair of clothes, climbed into her bed, and fell asleep.
***
Alisha woke up a few times from her rest, once when she heard her family leave for church, once when a loud truck was heard driving down the street, and when her family returned home from church.
Alisha awoke for the fourth time in her own bed that day. Reaching for her phone, she saw it was just after 1pm, and she had a few new text messages. She saw one from Rachel, telling her that Alisha's parents never approached her or her family, so her cover was intact.
"Perfect,"
thought Alisha.
Next, she saw one from Samantha, which read "holy fuck last night was the best!!! when did you leave at???"
Alisha sent both Rachel and Samantha quick replies, saying thanks to Rachel, and to Samantha, telling her she left just after 7am, and asking her what exactly happened in the bedroom. But Alisha still had one more text message, this one from an unknown number.
Opening the last one, she saw it was likely from Caitie, as all that was inside was a photo, a photo of Alisha in the swing at Caitie's house, one guy inside her on each end. Alisha quickly closed the message, as if she was worried her whole family was suddenly going to walk in and see it. Putting her phone down, she pushed off her covers, and went to stand up.
Pain, the pain was still there. Her legs felt like they were both throbbing and numb, with the consistency of jello. And in between her legs, well, felt like she had spent the evening being relentlessly fucked by a baseball bat. Her pussy was sore, but there was also a sensation that she felt guilty having, satisfaction. While she couldn't deny the excruciating pain, she also couldn't deny the sensations of pleasure that she was consumed by when it was all happening.
"Reminiscing, are we?"
said Vicky.
"No!"
"Bullshit."
"Fine,"
said Alisha.
"I guess."
"You guess... what?"
"I guess... it was a little fun,"
said Alisha.
"But now, I'm, I'm..."
"Sore as fuck?"
