drying her off and powdering her, cooing and chattering the whole time. Finally, wrapping her in a big towel, Lindsay helped Sandy, half-carrying her into the guest room. “You’ll sleep well tonight, anyway.”
“I doubt it,” Sandy thought to herself, her feelings still in a tumult. Notwithstanding, she fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. Waking in the morning, in the soft, cosy bed, Sandy felt rested and strong, if still awfully confused. Her mind was reeling at the recollection of the previous day’s activities. Still the jagged shock was blunted somewhat by remembered feelings of bliss. She didn’t know whether to be appalled, outraged, or self-satisfied. Such an unbelievable encounter. “No one back home,” she thought, “would ever believe it.” Awful or wonderful, it had definitely been an incredible experience. So, perhaps she should be appreciative, and let it go at that. She still didn’t know how to properly react, and the confusion left her muddled.
She could hear the rumble of earnest conversation in the kitchen, though it was mostly Lindsay. She wondered what they were saying. “Although,” she pointed out to herself, “I can pretty well guess. Lindsay feels guilty, and she’s trying to explain that to Alex.”
Slipping on a robe, Sandy padded into the kitchen, making sure they heard her approach. Alex looked a little subdued, and Lindsay, standing over the stove, looked a little more flushed than the heat warranted, still they tried to behave normally – however that was. ‘G’morning,” Sandy mumbled, her part, at least, was easy.
“Good morning, my dear,” Lindsay effused. “Did you sleep well?”
Sandy nodded, as Alex greeted her, “Morning, my lovely.” Sandy caught Lindsay’s glare, even if Alex didn’t. There was an awkward silence as Sandy sat down and Lindsay served her breakfast, then Alex jumped right in. “Well, Cuz,” he said, “I must say, you were a real hit.” He smiled a sort of goofy, what-can-I-say sort of smile. “Everyone was very impressed with my Canadian Cousin. Not just a few of them would like to have a go with you before you leave. I mean if you wanted.”
“Alex!” Lindsay scolded, “Stop that!”
Sandy stared intently at her plate. Strangely, the lewd suggestion, while completely inappropriate to common etiquette, was not half as offensive as she would have thought. She found herself thinking it was almost tempting – but the very consideration scared her for some reason. “How long are you staying?” Alex asked; but Sandy felt there was a sort of false innocence in the question.
She was visibly perturbed. While her stay there had initially been open-ended, she replied, “I was only planning on staying one night.” Her mind was whirling. “How can they act so normal? They act as though they hadn’t just raped me – hadn’t just subjected me to a huge gang-bang. Then again, who would believe that it was rape? Was it really rape?” Sandy recalled being so bewildered that she’d wanted to go on autopilot, but she hadn’t, had she? “I suppose it wasn’t really obvious that my participation was secured under duress.” Then she realized that even that was only partially true. And, in the end, she had actually been more than willing, even if somewhat overwhelmed. A smile unconsciously settled on her lips, as she recalled the towering pinnacles of pleasure she had ascended “I did,” she reminded herself, “have more than a few fantastic orgasms.” How could she hold against these people what she had really, in the final analysis, enjoyed so much? She couldn’t find an answer, as she picked away at her food. Surely there was something horribly wrong with this picture but she wasn’t sure what it was.
Lindsay sat down next to Sandy, and placed a warm hand over hers. Patting it she said, “I understand, dearie. We went ‘way too far. I don’t know what we were thinking. I just hope one day you can forgive us.”
“I doubt it,” Sandy thought to herself, her feelings still in a tumult. Notwithstanding, she fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. Waking in the morning, in the soft, cosy bed, Sandy felt rested and strong, if still awfully confused. Her mind was reeling at the recollection of the previous day’s activities. Still the jagged shock was blunted somewhat by remembered feelings of bliss. She didn’t know whether to be appalled, outraged, or self-satisfied. Such an unbelievable encounter. “No one back home,” she thought, “would ever believe it.” Awful or wonderful, it had definitely been an incredible experience. So, perhaps she should be appreciative, and let it go at that. She still didn’t know how to properly react, and the confusion left her muddled.
She could hear the rumble of earnest conversation in the kitchen, though it was mostly Lindsay. She wondered what they were saying. “Although,” she pointed out to herself, “I can pretty well guess. Lindsay feels guilty, and she’s trying to explain that to Alex.”
Slipping on a robe, Sandy padded into the kitchen, making sure they heard her approach. Alex looked a little subdued, and Lindsay, standing over the stove, looked a little more flushed than the heat warranted, still they tried to behave normally – however that was. ‘G’morning,” Sandy mumbled, her part, at least, was easy.
“Good morning, my dear,” Lindsay effused. “Did you sleep well?”
Sandy nodded, as Alex greeted her, “Morning, my lovely.” Sandy caught Lindsay’s glare, even if Alex didn’t. There was an awkward silence as Sandy sat down and Lindsay served her breakfast, then Alex jumped right in. “Well, Cuz,” he said, “I must say, you were a real hit.” He smiled a sort of goofy, what-can-I-say sort of smile. “Everyone was very impressed with my Canadian Cousin. Not just a few of them would like to have a go with you before you leave. I mean if you wanted.”
“Alex!” Lindsay scolded, “Stop that!”
Sandy stared intently at her plate. Strangely, the lewd suggestion, while completely inappropriate to common etiquette, was not half as offensive as she would have thought. She found herself thinking it was almost tempting – but the very consideration scared her for some reason. “How long are you staying?” Alex asked; but Sandy felt there was a sort of false innocence in the question.
She was visibly perturbed. While her stay there had initially been open-ended, she replied, “I was only planning on staying one night.” Her mind was whirling. “How can they act so normal? They act as though they hadn’t just raped me – hadn’t just subjected me to a huge gang-bang. Then again, who would believe that it was rape? Was it really rape?” Sandy recalled being so bewildered that she’d wanted to go on autopilot, but she hadn’t, had she? “I suppose it wasn’t really obvious that my participation was secured under duress.” Then she realized that even that was only partially true. And, in the end, she had actually been more than willing, even if somewhat overwhelmed. A smile unconsciously settled on her lips, as she recalled the towering pinnacles of pleasure she had ascended “I did,” she reminded herself, “have more than a few fantastic orgasms.” How could she hold against these people what she had really, in the final analysis, enjoyed so much? She couldn’t find an answer, as she picked away at her food. Surely there was something horribly wrong with this picture but she wasn’t sure what it was.
Lindsay sat down next to Sandy, and placed a warm hand over hers. Patting it she said, “I understand, dearie. We went ‘way too far. I don’t know what we were thinking. I just hope one day you can forgive us.”
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