Hi. I'm Lena. You won't know me. Although some of you may, in a way.
I wasn't always known as Lena, you see. I'll explain.
When I was 15 I was in all the papers locally. A schoolboy went missing. Massive hunt. Then, several weeks later, he showed up again. There was no real explanation and all was forgotten.
Until now.
I was a regular teenager. Chased the girls a little, never really pushed my luck, I should be quite clear. I had a pal from early childhood, let's call her Anne. Still hung around with her, at her place. She'd grown into quite a stunner and I'd have loved for us to have gone out, but despite heavy hints on my part, nothing. Still, we remained friends.
I'd been round her place one day after school. A warm day, Anne's mother offered me some juice.
That's all I remember.
Until, I woke up - stinking headache, hazy vision, the lot. I had no idea where I was.
The mists cleared a little. I was sitting upright in a chair. My hands placed kind of on the arms, and I couldn't move my limbs. My head would only move a little left to right - there was a kind of pressure on my throat.
I began to focus a little better, and could make out a shape ahead of me. Siting opposite me was a girl, my age or maybe a little older. Very pretty. She was sitting on a chair too, staring right at me, very upright. A quite attractive face, I wasn't sure if I'd seen her before. Long auburn hair, almost covering one side of her face. Beautiful dark eyes, made up in smoky brown, and full dark red lips. She was in school uniform I think, a white blouse and what seemed like a dark bra showing through. She was wearing a black choker round her neck. Her hands, with long red nails, were on the arms of the chair - it was almost as if she was siting on a throne.
I tried to look downwards - my neck didn't want to move fully, but I could see long nylon-clad legs and a short black skirt.
Despite my confusion, I could feel myself getting excited.
I was still woozy, and very, very thirsty. Maybe I said something, but a voice - in my head? in my ear? - said "Do you need a drink?" I nodded, sound seemingly unable to escape my cracked lips. "You'll need to suck this - it's like a big straw."
I gratefully put my mouth around the container offered, and sucked. Nothing came out. The girl seemed to move a little. I was looking down, at her legs. Her skirt seemed to be moving.
I looked at her face again. Her head was turned to one side, and in her mouth was what appeared to be a cylinder, being held to her lips held by a black-clad, almost disembodied hand.
I glanced down again. I can now see up the girl's skirt a little, a creamy white band of flesh at the top of what I now knew to be stockings. I'm getting more excited.
"You seem to be enjoying that," says the voice. "But I'm not getting any liquid from the drinking vessel."
"I'm so thirsty."
"You'll have to suck harder then."
I'm now thrashing my head around as I try to get the cool water out of the oversized straw. The girl is also moving, almost in time with me. Is she mocking me? Nonetheless, I suck harder still.
"Let me give you a hand - we don't want you to make a mess." They must be speaking to the girl.
Another hand appears from the side and pulls at her skirt. At the same time I feel someone free my penis, which has been getting uncomfortably hard. It springs free, rubbing against the silky material of my underwear. I look ahead and see the girl's skirt all pulled up, revealing french-cut knickers.
I get even harder, squirming in my seat, while at the same time, still sucking away. The feeling of my penis against my underwear is getting too much. Just at that point, I finally feel the squirts of liquid on my tongue - but it's not the cool water I'd hoped for, rather a salty, milky, substance. Despite that I swallow down every drop.
Then, I finally explode, a massive, shattering orgasm. I feel my cum, trapped by the smooth material, torrenting down the sides of my cock and pooling at the base, the sticky puddle spreading between my buttocks and even up towards my rosebud. I am exhausted.
Just then I hear the voice again. "What a mess you've made in your panties. There will be consequences." Only this time it's not in my head. It's not even coming from beside the girl. It's right in my ear. My confusion returns. I look again at the girl - those smoky come-to-bed eyes staring blankly ahead at me; her auburn hair now dishevelled, a white liquid dribbling out from between her red lips, her impossibly long legs splayed outwards, and her ivory french-cut panties now sporting an enormous damp patch - and containing a steading deflating penis.
It's then I realise - the girl in the mirror is ME!
To be continued...