Chapter 11
I woke up with dry c*m on my thighs. Not just my thighs. My stomach, my hips...
"Oh..." I moaned, rolling over in the sleeping bag and clutching my head as if I were hungover. My v****a pulsed.
Richard had f****d me last night. Hard.
I curled up in the bag and tried to breathe normally. Had I intended this all along? That was a terrible (spectacular) thing (f**k) to do.
I pushed my hair out of my face and opened my eyes again. I was alone in the sleeping bag, alone in the tent.
"Well, I guess I'll take a shower," I said to no one. I fumbled around for my clothes. I rolled onto my back and slid my soiled panties up my legs, over my matted pubic hair. A twinge. I was tender.
There was no shower. There was just the lake. Steeling myself, I unzipped the tent flap and poked my
