"Ugh…where am I?"
Summer opened her eyes to find herself face down in a pillow, sleeping on her stomach, which immediately struck her as odd, as she normally slept on her side. It wasn't until she turned around and tried to sit up that Summer realized why, 'Right, how could I possibly forget?'
A shameful blush spread across Summer's cheeks as the sound of her own incoherent moans echoed in her mind from last night, 'I can't believe I did that, in front of everyone. I was only supposed to get him off with my ass, not spread my cheeks and let him turn my guts into a personal pocket.'
With a slightly regretful groan, Summer reached back with her hand and gingerly pressed down on the sensitive area, only to jerk her hand back like she had touched a hot stove, 'What did you think it would feel like, you idiot?! The human body isn't designed to have a twelve-inch log forced inside of it…even if it does feel really fucking good going in.'
Letting out a sigh, Summer didn't have the strength to admit to herself that she would definitely be taking Ramon for another spin one day and instead focused on something else.
Looking around the bedroom, Summer found that it was empty, though clearly it hadn't always been that way, with how sprawled out the sheets were, 'Where the hell is everybody? Did they go home?'
Trying to remember how she had even ended up in the bed to begin with, Summer found a wall in her memories right after Ramon whispered in her ear after turning her into a double stuffed twinkie.
'I got so cock drunk that I blacked out…fantastic.'
Just as Summer was beginning to consider how to get out of bed without aggravating her abused backside, she heard a knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening.
"Summer, you awake?"
"Yeah, I'm awake Tricia," Summer answered with a faint sigh as she managed to look over her shoulder and meet her friend's gaze, "Please tell me that I wasn't obscene, as my memory is telling me."
Tricia hesitated, which was all the answer Summer needed as she buried her head back into the pillow and groaned, "I can't believe I did that shit."
"What, getting fucked in the ass?" Tricia asked as she walked over to the bed and fell beside Summer, "Why do you regret it? Because it looked like you were enjoying the fuck out of it last night. I mean, I've never seen your eyes get so big. And not gonna lie, it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."
"Ugh, please, that is not what I need to hear right now," Summer groaned, her voice coming out muffled through the pillow.
"I don't see why you're getting so hung up." Tricia muttered as she rolled over onto her back, "It's not like we haven't all been fucking in front of each other."
"Yeah, but that wasn't just fucking, it was something different, and I don't think I really like being seen when I'm like that," Summer answered slowly, still clearly processing everything herself, "Does that make sense?"
Tricia frowned, "Not really, but it doesn't matter if it makes sense to me. You don't need anyone else to validate what you feel is wrong. What you do need to do is tell Ramon what you're telling me."
"And tell him what?" Summer groaned again, already imagining how awkward that conversation would be, "That I want him to keep doing those types of things to me; I just don't want an audience."
"Yes, set a boundary; it's that simple," Tricia said encouragingly, "And he should have no problem respecting it."
Summer sighed, "Yeah, but won't that kill the vibe? I mean, I've told you about all the things we've done before; I can't act like I don't like the thought of being watched."
"The risk of being watched and actively being watched are two very different things," Tricia stated confidently, "Like I'll let a guy piss on me, but I'm not gonna start drinking it."
"Only you could make an analogy involving a piss fetish." Summer commented with a small smile, "But thanks, and you're right, though maybe it should wait until I'm not face down in his bed, waiting for my asshole to stop burning like I got stung by a hundred bees."
Tricia grinned as she sat up, "Nope, I know how you are, put it off and then it never gets talked about. You got five minutes, then I'm sending him in."
"Fine," Summer grumbled in reluctant resignation, "Just make sure he brings an ice pack as well; I need something to bring down the swelling."
"I'll make sure he knows," Tricia replied with a teasing smile before she got up and walked back out the door, leaving Summer to await one of the most awkward conversations of her life.
Fortunately, what felt like only a few seconds later, there was a knock on the door, "Tricia told me you need an ice pack."
Summer looked over and found Ramon standing in the doorway holding a bunched-up towel, "Unfortunately, I don't have a proper one, so I put some ice in a ziplock bag and wrapped that in a kitchen towel."
'Uhhh, why does he have to be so caring and kind…it makes me feel like shit for complaining.'
Pushing her discomfort to the side, Summer smirked, "About time; I was worried my asshole was about to burst into flames."
"Definitely want to avoid that," Ramon replied as he walked over and handed Summer the improvised ice pack that she immediately nestled between her cheeks before letting out a relieved sigh, "Ah, much better."
'Alright, now please go away, and leave me alone.' Summer prayed as she purposefully put her head back down, only to groan inwardly as she felt the bed dip next to her.
"Tricia also said that you wanted to talk to me about something and that if you didn't, I should go get her to come and bother you some more," Ramon spoke into the silence with an ease that made Summer envious.
"Yeah, she would do something like that," Summer muttered before turning her head to the side so she could look at Ramon, who raised an eyebrow at her, "So what did you want to talk about?"
Summer bit her lip for a brief second before biting the bullet, "I was talking to her about yesterday and how I'm not totally comfortable with people seeing me when I get…like that."
"Like that?" Ramon repeated, making Summer groan, "You know what I mean, when I let you take control of me and treat me a certain way."
Summer watched the realization dawn across Ramon's face. "Oh."
"It's not that I don't enjoy it," Summer quickly spoke up, "And I know we've played around with some exhibition stuff in the past; it's just this time people were actually watching me, which I know isn't a rare thing, but it's normally just more casual sex not full-blown-"
"Summer," Ramon interrupted her as his voice softened and his eyes, "I understand, you like it when I'm rough, but just don't want others seeing that side of you."
"Is that a problem?" Summer asked hesitantly, only for Ramon to smile, "Not at all, in fact I'm kinda glad you're willing to show me a side of you that you don't trust other people with."
"Then I really was worried for nothing," Summer said, "And now that makes me feel terrible for even thinking that you would react badly in the first place. Why do you have to be such a good person?"
Ramon leaned over and kissed Summer on the top of her head, "Sorry, but I won't be apologizing because of that. Now you just take the day off and rest; the rest of us have to get going now, but don't be afraid to call if you need anything."
Summer hid her face in the pillow as she could help but smile in that stupid way someone did when they were in love, "I'll be fine; just leave me to wallow in my shame until I'm ready to show my face again."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it," Ramon said as he stood up and walked towards the door, "I'll make sure to bring you back some leftovers from tonight."