Note from the author:
This story was submitted in the "non-consent/reluctance" category. If that's not what you're into, then this may not be the story for you.
All characters involved in sexual encounters are 18+.
Finally, the story is set in Australia, so Mum not Mom, Celsius not Fahrenheit, Christmas is in summer, and so on.
This is Chapter 2 in Anna's story. I hope you enjoy it.
======== Chapter 2 ========
When Anna woke the next morning, the sun was already streaming into her bedroom; she'd slept in late. She sat up and groaned, head pounding.
Fucking drank too much
, she thought.
What the hell happened last night?
Everything was a haze. She tried to piece together the evening. She remembered the wild party and dancing with her friends. Instantly she felt a pang of guilt: her parents would be furious! She hoped there wasn't too much mess or damage. They'd never allow a wild party under their roof!
Her recollections of the latter part of the night were blurry at best, and as she looked around her room she realised she had no idea how she got there.
She remembered dancing with Dave, grinding against him in youthful exuberance. Fuck, he is good looking! she thought. Then she looked around and frowned; she had expected to wake up next to him, and yet the room was empty. What's more, she realised she was fully clothed. Well, kind of - her shorts were still on, but her bra was down around her waist and her shirt was completely open, her large full breasts hung against her chest, half exposed by the ruined garment.
Dave must have been really excited
, she thought to herself with a smile,
but why didn't we fuck?
Some part of her knew deep down that whatever had happened last night, they hadn't had proper sex and she hadn't cum either.
Concentrating, the hungover blonde wracked her brain for more haphazard recollections. She remembered making out with Dave downstairs and blushed - since her last boyfriend, Anna made a point to keep that kind of behaviour strictly private.
The blonde absently rubbed one of her ripe tits, and realised it felt tender. Looking down, she thought she saw the faint red outline of a handprint. Had Dave really been that rough? He'd always been so gentle and caring, almost to a fault - sometimes she wished he would be just a little more pushy, a little rougher with their innocent play.
I must've really driven him wild last night
, she thought with satisfaction.
Her jaw and throat also felt sore, now she thought about it. A disgusting thought crossed her mind. Surely I didn't go down on him? She stood unsteadily and looked in the mirror, there was no crusty, drying cum on her face or tits.
Momentarily relieved that nothing had happened, she suddenly caught a flash of a distant memory: frantically swallowing hot, sticky cum as it erupted down her throat. She gagged at the memory.
Yuck! Yuck yuck yuck!
Anna had always found the idea of swallowing cum as disgusting as she found the smell, taste and texture. She hated giving blowjobs! Had she really been that drunk that she had not only allowed Dave to stick his cock in her mouth, but also cum there?
She really needed to find her boyfriend to clear up yesterday's events.
At that moment she heard a car door bang shut and an engine kick to life.
Dave! He must be leaving! Her brain was still slow and groggy: she never considered whom else the car could belong to. Anna frantically grabbed a tee shirt and dashed out the door, pulling it over her head, desperate to catch her boyfriend before he left. As she sprinted for the front door, she was completely oblivious to the state of her parents house: beer and wine bottles everywhere, the stench of alcohol mixed with vomit, smashed bottles, rubbish and other discarded items strewn about.
She burst out the front door only dressed and froze, shirt only just pulled over her bouncing breasts, but not pulled properly down to cover her stomach.
The large, imposing figure of her dad stood in the driveway, back to her, his wife at his side. They were talking to a police officer, who was sitting in his vehicle with the window down. Another man stood a few metres away, arms folded and wearing a dark expression.
The police officer was the first to notice her.
"Well, it looks like your young troublemaker made it after all Mr Wade," he said. "See that you sort things out here. You know that I don't like pressing charges if I don't have to. But some of the neighbours here are furious."
Neither of her parents had turned to look at her when the officer had announced her presence. Anna's heart began to race.
Shit shit shit!
The Police were getting involved? And he'd mentioned pressing charges! Her mind swam and she felt her chest tighten with panic.
"Of course officer, believe me, I don't condone what happened here anymore than anyone else on this street," Anna's father replied, his voice tight.
The officer turned and addressed the other man standing in the driveway.
"Thanks for your time Mr Barassi. If you can send through that video footage from your security cameras, that would be very much appreciated."