9 to 5 Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

9 to 5 Pt. 04

... out of my bag and handed them to the prostitute. She stuffed the money in her clutch bag and walked away.

I stayed in the alley for a little longer; that orgasm was one of the most intense ones I've ever had. With the euphoria of the sexual release waning, I was starting to feel the effects of the large amount of alcohol I had consumed.

I suddenly bent over and started to throw up. I felt like I was throwing up my lungs as I expelled several litres of booze.

"Are you OK, love?" I heard it from behind me.

I stood and turned. Standing there were a pair of uniformed policewomen.

"Yeah, sorry, I drank a little too much. I'm going to head home now," I replied, wiping the remaining vomit from the corner of my mouth.

I had sobered enough that the constables let me on my way. I headed straight for the tube station and back to Stacy's.

The rest of the journey home was a bit hazy, but I must have made it back OK.

The next thing I remembered was waking up on Stacy's sofa. I was still fully dressed, and as my eyes started to clear the fog in my head, I saw Stacy standing over me with a cup of coffee.

"It looks like someone had quite the night." She said this as she handed me the cup.

I sniffed the coffee aroma into my nostrils; just the smell helped ease the pounding hangover.

"Yeah, you can say that." I mused before sipping my drink.

Stacy pointed to my crotch and asked, "Are those spunk stains on your knickers?"

I looked down, and my dress had ...

... ridden up through the night, exposing my panties. There was a clear white semen stain on the front of them.

"Oh." That is all I could muster.

"No, you cannot just leave it at, oh, spill the beans," Stacy demanded.

"I need a shower first," I said. Truth be told, I needed some time to process the events of the night before.

I stripped off my clothes; the dress had traces of vomit down the front. I hoped a good dry clean would save it; I liked it.

In the shower, emotions overwhelmed me, and I started to sob.

"What is wrong with me? I'm turning into a poof." I cried, tears streaming down my face.

I did not hear Stacy come into the bathroom and say, "Oh Brenda."

Still wearing her pyjamas, Stacy stepped into the shower with me. Under the torrent of water, she embraced me. I buried my face in her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

I was inconsolable for what seemed like ages as my tears flowed. When I finally stopped, Stacy shut the water off and wrapped me in a big fluffy towel. She stripped off her wet clothes and wrapped herself in a large towel too.

We sat on the sofa, and I knew I owed her an explanation, though she was patiently waiting for me to start.

"I kissed a guy last night. And the scary thing is, I enjoyed it." I confessed, not able to meet her gaze.

She hugged me tight. "Brenda, you've made some major changes to your life recently; it is no wonder you are getting confused."

"I've never been attracted to men before. I did not think; I ...