A Simple Suggestion Ch. 02

When Allison awoke, she was positively glowing.

She was laying in bed, feeling the warm summer sun streaming in through the window. Every inch of her body was radiating pure joy as she floated in an ocean of blankets and pillows. She realized she was still wearing her clothes so she sat up and pulled them off, feeling the air against her bare, slightly sweaty skin.

Apparently she must've passed out last night. Her memories of the evening were still hazy, but regardless she was quite sure she hadn't had more than a couple glasses of wine. She felt a bit of panic as she considered that perhaps Ryan had drugged her and Brie, but then she remembered her insane, spontaneous orgasm, after which her memory of the evening abruptly stopped. It must've been so strong that it knocked her right out.

It had definitely been something special. It reminded her of her first orgasm; a wave of euphoria that rushed through her body in a way she had never felt before, only this time it felt like every inch of her body was as sensitive as her clit. She felt shivers up her spine as she remembered how good it had felt, and just like after her first orgasm, all she could think about now was how long it would be until she'd get to feel that way again.

Less pleasant memories of the evening started flooding back to her now. That incredibly awkward game of Truth or Dare; Brie's erect nipples; and gagging on cum. Although she felt like she should be shuddering in shame from it, her great mood was like a bubble repelling all negative emotions. It was hard for her to worry about what had happened.

But she did worry about that orgasm. Where had that even come from? There was no way it could've been somehow connected to the semen she drank, could it? She hadn't felt at all aroused at the time; far from it, she'd felt humiliated and entirely creeped out. She knew some girls got off on humiliation, but she didn't think that was her. And she had certainly never came without direct stimulation before.

She decided to simply be happy for the experience and otherwise write it off as freak one-time event until she had reason to believe it was anything other than that. She noticed that her upsetting compulsion to taste Ryan's cum was apparently a one-time event as well, and she was grateful that it was gone.

She could worry about both of those events later. Right now, her most pressing concern was what would happen on Monday when she saw Ryan again. Updating her resume crossed her mind, but that thought pissed her off. She had worked so hard to get where she was, and giving it up because of this bizarre situation would be devastating. But she could already imagine Ryan's smug looks from across the break room and his unwanted advances over IM. The very thought of that was enough to pierce her bubble of happiness and give her a shudder, but only for a moment.

Sighing, Allison decided to worry about these problems later. For now, she'd try her best to enjoy her amazing mood.

-

Monday hit Allison like a cement truck.

It was the kind of morning that all adults dread - awful sleep the night before, terrible traffic, the coffee machine was broken. And despite having the entire weekend to think about it, she hadn't come up with any plan for dealing with Ryan.

It wasn't like she hadn't tried. Granted, she did wait until Sunday evening to call Brie, but Brie ended up being surprisingly unhelpful. About all she had to say on the subject was "Well, you can't put the cum back in the cock now can you?" She did confirm that nothing untoward happened after Allison passed out, but besides that she just seemed... distracted. Like she was trying to watch a TV show and talk on the phone at the same time. It was very frustrating; they didn't talk for very long.

Allison sat down at her desk and started to boot up her computer. She couldn't help but notice that the world just felt... dimmer than it should. She'd survived plenty of shitty Mondays, but instead of feeling "bad", this day just felt like... nothing. It was a stark contrast to Saturday, where every experience felt amplified a hundred times over.

She'd hardly finished opening her email client when an IM window popped up on her computer screen.

rhendric: hey sexy... how was the rest of ur weekend?

Allison instantly felt dread hit her stomach. Ryan couldn't even wait until she was settled in? Allison closed the window and started working instead.

A minute passed, and window popped up again.

rhendric: i had a great time on friday. had no idea u were such a freak lol

Allison quickly closed the window. It popped up again almost immediately.

rhendric: If u ever want more of that nut butter u know where to find me lol

Allison closed the window, sighed, then opened it again.

aharris: This is NOT appropriate work conversation. If you don't stop now I will show these messages to HR.

Allison stared at the blinking symbol indicating Ryan was writing a response. He seemed to be taking forever. Was he writing a novel or something? Allison was sure he was going to say something along the lines of "Go ahead and tell HR, I'll tell everyone what you did last Friday." But when the reply finally came, it simply read:

rhendric: ok

Allison was sure she would be hearing from him again soon. However, as she slogged through countless emails and hours of endless meetings, she was surprised by his silence. She didn't even see him at the break room at lunch, nor did she run into him in the hallways. As the day neared its end, Allison allowed herself to feel a little bit of relief that maybe this was over. It was the first emotion to cut through the accumulating fog in hours.

-

The week slowly trudged on. If Monday had felt bad, Tuesday and Wednesday felt progressively worse, even though the nothing particularly stressful had happened. The dull feeling she'd felt on Monday was only getting stronger and stronger. She'd left her lunches largely uneaten, and her favorite music sounded dull and repetitive. Even masturbation couldn't seem to cut through the fog anymore, despite numerous attempts at home and in the private bathroom at work.

It was Thursday afternoon as Allison sat at her desk trying to write a reply to an urgent email. It concerned a major presentation she was to give next Monday; all of the work she and the rest of her team had done for the past six months hinged on it going well. She kept starting and stopping, her thoughts distracted. She idly sorted through her desk, forgetting what she was even looking for, when her finger slid across the edge of a piece of paper and cut ever so slightly into her skin.

Allison gasped and held up her finger. The smallest droplet of blood began to form, a vivid bright red spot against a peach background.

It was by far the strongest sensation she had experienced in days.

As she applied pressure to her finger, she found herself examining the items on her desk and considering how she might use each one to create even more sensation. Her eyes had just settled on a sharp pair of scissors when a sound from her computer startled her out of her thoughts.

rhendric: how's ur day goin?

A cold chill raced through Allison's body. Ryan had been so quiet lately that she'd almost forgotten about him. She was tempted to ignore the message, but after hesitating for a moment she decided she could use a distraction right about now and replied.

aharris: okay, yours?

rhendric: not bad. glad thursday is nearly over, can't wait for the weekend.

aharris: yeah

Ryan was typing. Allison's thoughts went back to her little paper cut but where quickly disturbed when his next message came through.

rhendric: u doin ok? youve seemed a bit down lately

aharris: yeah i'm fine

rhendric: u dont seem fine.

aharris: how would you know? i haven't seen or spoken to you all week.

rhendric: ive seen u wandering around. i was worried i really upset u so i decided to lay low, but i still see u.

Allison sighed. Did Ryan work to be this creepy, or did it just come naturally to him?

rhendric: anyway u have been looking like a ghost lately, just kind of gliding thru the hallways. whats wrong?

aharris: i don't know, and even if i did you would be the last person I would open up to. Sorry, just being honest.

Ryan took awhile to write his next message.

rhendric: here, ill bring u something to cheer u up, now that i know what u like... gimme like 10-15 minutes ;)

Allison's jaw dropped.

aharris: That better not mean what I think it means.

There was no reply.

aharris: Ryan!! Don't you fucking dare!!

Ryan's status went to "Away" as his computer screen locked. "Fuck," exclaimed Allison under her breath.

"Everything okay?" asked her coworker Molly. Molly sat next to Allison, and was a bit older than she was, in her mid thirties. A mother of two, they had almost nothing in common and rarely spoke about anything other than work. Allison cursed her office's open floor plan; she'd give anything for her own cubicle right around now.

"Yeah it's fine," she replied, in a tone that implied nothing was fine. "Just upset about an issue." Molly nodded and went back to her work.

Allison glanced around the office. She didn't see Ryan anywhere; surely he was just joking with her, right? He was probably in a meeting or something. She turned back to her email, all thoughts of paper cuts and scissors now gone.

She was finally making progress when Ryan showed up. "Here you go," he said in a straightforward way. He handed her a small plastic Tupperware with a red lid, and it clearly contained a large load of cum.

Shocked, Allison took the container and stared at it a bit before quickly placing it on her desk without a word. She went back to her email as though nothing had happened, typing gibberish as she fought to compose herself. She felt her face burning with embarrassment while thankfully Ryan walked away without another word.

"What was that?" asked Molly.

Allison felt like she was going to throw up.

"It's nothing," she said, mentally berating herself for such an awful recovery. Molly turned back to her work.

Allison typed for a little while longer before she abruptly turned to Molly and said "It's salad dressing. Ryan makes his own, it's gluten free. I asked him the other day if he'd let me try it, so he brought me some." She spoke as nonchalantly as she could, but the words sounded like such obvious lies in her ears.

Molly didn't seem to notice. "Oh that's great! I had no idea salad dressings usually had gluten in them. I'm gluten intolerant too, I'll have to ask him about that."

Allison cursed inwardly. At least Molly's response seemed genuine. Of course, a simple web search would reveal that the vast majority of salad dressings are indeed gluten free, but that wasn't how Molly operated. Allison opened a chat window.

aharris: 1) Molly asked me what you just gave me. I told her it was gluten-free salad dressing that you make. If she asks you about it I need you to tell her it's true and offer to bring her some, just buy it from the supermarket or something. If you don't I"M FUCKING REPORTING YOU TO HR

aharris: 2) If you EVER do this again I'm reporting you fucking HR. I understand that I led you on last Friday and I apologize for that, but this is OVER. I don't ever want to see you or your stuff again!!

aharris: 3) Fuck. You. You fucking creep.

Allison sat there, her heart racing, as she waited for Ryan to reply. At least this rage was cutting through the fog. Ryan started typing.

rhedric: lol

Allison replied, typing furiously.

aharris: "lol" is that all you have to say? You need help dude. Seriously, get your life together.

Ryan signed off.

-

An hour had passed since Ryan had pulled his little stunt. The small container was still sitting on her desk, next to the scissors. The rage had long left her body, leaving Allison feeling dull once again. It had only been three days since this fog had descended on her but it already felt like a lifetime, and she knew she had to do something.

Seeing a doctor would be the best choice, but she knew that most drugs took awhile to kick in. She didn't think she could last more than a few days like this, especially if kept getting worse.

Allison did her best to avoid looking at the container as it sat on her desk. She also did her best to avoid thinking about what happened last Friday, and how wonderful she'd felt for the two days after that. But as she struggled to complete her email, a truth dawned on her; it was either the cum or the scissors, and ultimately the scissors terrified her more.

She picked up the container and started to get up to go to the private bathroom, but realized that if the same thing happened as last time and she passed out again, she definitely didn't want to do that here. She decided there was no way she was getting any more work done today anyways, so instead she sent her boss a quick message saying she wasn't feeling well, slipped the container into her purse, and quietly left the office.

-

Finally home, Allison threw her purse on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas. Then she pulled out the container of cum and examined it.

"Fuck this," she muttered under her breath. She thought about calling Brie but she couldn't bear to tell her about this. She pulled off the lid.

The liquid had thinned out and sloshed around easily in the container. She found herself wishing she had refrigerated it, but that hardly seemed to matter now. She brought the container up to lips, but the smell of it made her gag and set it back down.

What if it didn't have to be Ryan's cum? Of course she'd swallowed plenty of semen in her time and had never experienced anything like the orgasm she'd felt last Friday, but maybe some aspect of her body's chemistry had changed and now anyone's jizz would do the trick?

She would have to experiment later; for now, she felt like if she waited any longer she would completely lose herself to the fog. She decided it was best to see if this worked and then experiment with sperm from other, less despicable sources later.

With that, a new thought entered her mind; what if this didn't work? The prospect of it not working was terrifying in and of itself. She promised herself in that moment that if it didn't work, she would check herself in to a psych ward before turning to pain as an escape.

Allison figured that a chaser might help, so she went to her fridge and pulled out a can of diet soda. She wished she had something with a stronger flavor; the idea of the two tastes co-mingling in her mouth was already making her gag. She briefly considered wine, but decided she wouldn't desecrate her favorite beverage that way. She still had some pride.

Going back to the couch, Allison opened the can and set it down. She picked up the container, pinched her nose closed with her free hand, and quickly downed a quarter of the cum.

The taste was so much worse than it was on Friday. Letting it sit out was a huge mistake; she already felt like she was going to vomit. Quickly she downed the soda, but it only seemed to make things worse. She got up and ran to the bathroom, but just like last time she was unable to throw up.

She also wasn't coming.

Tears welled up in her eyes and quickly began streaming down her cheeks. She screamed and threw the can of soda at the wall and it erupted in a foamy brown explosion. She stomped back into the living room, searching for anything she could use to cut through the dense fog that had grown so thick that she could hardly breathe. She stood there looking like a panicked animal, desperate for any escape.

Her thoughts turned to her shiny new set of knives her parents had bought her for her last birthday. She took a step towards the kitchen.

"Wait," she said. The sound of her own voice surprised her. "Wait, we made a promise. Okay? We promised ourselves we wouldn't do this." She took another step.

"Maybe, maybe we have to drink all of it before it will work?" she said, her voice a desperate plea. She closed her eyes for a long moment and nodded to herself. With a surreal sense of calm, she slowly walked back to the container, lifted it up, and drank the remaining contents.

The nausea hit again, but this time she let herself be carried by it. She knew by now that she would be unable to vomit, so instead she laid back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, ignoring what was happening in her body. The feeling of nausea began to pass, and as it did it was replaced by the fear that it still wouldn't work.

She started to laugh sardonically. How did she let herself believe that drinking some creep's stale semen would somehow solve her life's problems? She was smarter than this. She needed help.

Right as she started to sit up, the orgasm hit her.

-

When Allison awoke, she was once again glowing.

She started to get up from the couch but immediately collapsed back onto it. Tears started streaming from her eyes and she found herself sobbing like a baby. She curled up into a ball and clutched a pillow, burying her face into it as she cried.

The fog was gone. Even the simple sensation of the couch cushions pressing against her body was more than she'd felt in days.

She sobbed like that until she ran out of tears. Finally she got up and composed herself, drying her face and blowing her nose with a tissue from the coffee table. Her eyes finally clear enough to see, she looked at the clock and saw that she'd only been unconscious for a few hours this time.

As she got up to use the bathroom she discovered that her pajamas were incredibly damp. At first she thought she'd pissed herself, but seeing as she still had a full bladder she realized she must've squirted when she came. Despite everything, she couldn't help but smile a little bit; she'd never squirted before but she'd always been a little curious about it. She used the restroom and changed into a fresh pair of sweatpants.

All Allison wanted to do was bask in the afterglow of her incredible orgasm, but she remembered that she still had that email to finish. She grabbed her laptop, but before getting back to work she decided to open up her old online dating account. If she really was somehow dependent on cum now, she figured she should secure a new source. She swore to herself that she would never let things get that desperate again.

One profile in particular stood out to her; she matched with him and he quickly messaged her and introduced himself as Paul. After a few messages back and forth she asked him what he was doing on Sunday. She felt like she was being a bit too forward, but reasoned that she would need to be forward in order to get what she wanted before the fog set back in. They set up a date.

Allison went back to work on the email, finding it much easier to concentrate now. She smiled to herself; it had been a rough week, but life was returning back to normal. Hell, if all it took was a little cum from time to time to make her feel this good, life felt pretty damn great.

Beaming, Allison finished her email and hit send.