The next morning, Mary struggled to wake up.
It was hard to open her eyes, and for the first few seconds she felt completely disoriented, unable to figure out where she was.
The ceiling wasn't the one she was used to seeing, the bed felt too comfortable, and beside her she could feel a warm weight and a slow, steady breathing she didn't recognize.
"Where… where am I?", she murmured, watching the light filtering through the window.
Mary sat up with difficulty, still half-dazed, but it only took one look at herself for everything to click into place.
She was completely naked, her body ached, and the sheets were still damp.
But what finally brought all her memories rushing back was the sticky sensation that spread from her pussy down to her thighs.
"No, no, no…" she whispered, guilt starting to eat away at her. "What have I done?"
She felt sick.
She'd taken advantage of Mark, and by doing so, might have permanently ruined whatever could have naturally developed between them.
