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Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Prom Ch. 14: Inferno

Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel's head.

Further, the stories are written in an intended order and it is highly recommended that you read them as such. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please and I'm grateful that you would read any of them at all. But you will get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories in their natural order.

One final note before I frustrate you to the point of wishing you'd never clicked here. These tales are my first attempt at story writing of any kind. I welcome and appreciate any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again.

I'm kidding.

Enjoy!

*All characters in this story are 18 years or older*

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CHAPTER 14

Rachel cried the whole way home as her body coursed with shame. She arrived at her house well before curfew so she quickly slipped up to her room without much interference from her parents. Collapsing onto her bed and clutching a pillow, she rocked gently back and forth until her tears died down. Her emotional crash exhausted her, and before long, she was fast asleep.

She had fitful dreams all night long, as pieces of the night replayed in her brain. But some of the details had changed. In one dream, it was both her and Rebecca hooking up with Brad, but Rebecca had stormed off in the middle of it for some reason. In another, it wasn't Brad, but Matt, that Rachel had gone into the bathroom with. She tossed and turned at the nightmares until the bright light of morning finally woke her.

For a few, blissful seconds, Rachel had thought it had all been a dream. A terrible dream. But her stomach lurched when she glanced down at her body and saw she was in the same clothes she had been in the night before. Her stretched out t-shirt made her skin crawl as the reality of what she had done twisted through her stomach. She rolled over to bury her face in the pillows. She wanted to crawl inside her bed and never get out. But a loud buzzing snapped her to attention. Her phone was vibrating on her nightstand.

Rachel leaned over and grabbed at her cellphone, her eyes first flicking to the time. 9:45. Wow, she had slept for a long time. She clicked on her phone and sucked in a breath. Someone was texting her. In fact, she had a few texts. One was from Jim at 11:25 pm:

Hey babe. Was hanging out seeing if you needed a ride. Did you leave? Can't find you. I found this coupon in my wallet and...well, you know ;)

Rachel rolled her eyes in annoyance. She didn't have time for him right now. The next two texts were from Rebecca. One from earlier in the morning and one from just a moment ago:

OMG, sooo much fun last night. Sorry I jumped ship. Hope you got home ok! <3

And then:

Rach! Wake up, you whore! :P Got things to tell you!

She swallowed hard. She couldn't talk to her night now; she might break down. She tossed her phone onto the bed and stood up slowly into a stretch. She felt dirty. Not only because she had slept in her clothes, but because she always felt dirty when she woke up with a regretful memory. She knew she couldn't wash that part away, but a hot shower always made her feel better. She gathered up a clean outfit and headed to the bathroom.

Rachel ran the water and turned to the mirror to strip down out of her day-old outfit. She slid her jeans off and kicked them aside before yanking off her thin t-shirt. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to her arms. She sucked in her breath as she caught a glimpse of her chest in the mirror.

Her left breast still had faint pink marks on it from Brad's enthusiastic work. She felt her stomach knot as the image came flooding back. She felt awful and she hated feeling that way because it left her vulnerable. It made her weak. While plenty of Rachel's sexual escapades had come about due to her being horny or excited or drunk, a few more had been the result of her feeling bad about herself for one reason or another.

When her self-worth dipped, her already-deficient ability to say no to things dropped even further. It was like having a weakened immune system. She had been talked into some things she didn't really want to do when she was like that. And those were the hookups that scared her more than the excited, overly-zealous ones. Rachel shuddered and removed the rest of her underwear and grabbed a hold of the curtain.

She stayed in her shower until the water ran cold; it was a habit of hers during these times. She got dressed into a fresh t-shirt and some tight yoga sweatpants. It was an unseasonably mild Sunday for mid-March and Rachel always jumped at the chance to wear warm-weather attire when possible.

She gathered up her clothes from the night before, along with her jean jacket, and either hung them up or threw them in the hamper. She saw her keys resting on her nightstand where she had left them and her phone was on the bed where she had tossed it. But something was bothering her. Something was missing. Rachel narrowed her eyes and glanced around. What was it? What was miss-? Her eyes shot wide and she felt her stomach fall.

Her purse.

Rachel had left the party in such a confused and emotional rush that she had forgotten to grab all her belongings. She had left her purse on the couch where she, Brad, and Matt had been sitting. She cursed herself. She had once locked her purse in her car so she had started the habit of keeping her car keys and her phone separate on her body. It didn't make all the sense in the world because her wallet was still in there along with a few other important things. But she kept her phone in her butt pocket and her keys in whatever jacket she was wearing.

The downside was it could potentially create a situation like this. She had rushed out, knowing she had her keys and her phone, but had not given her purse one second thought as she fought back the tears over her encounter with Brad. Shit! Did he have it? He must've seen it when he came back to the couch. But she didn't have his phone number. Could she wait until she saw him at school? No. What if he didn't have it? She needed to find out. But how would she-?

Her stomach sank as she knew the answer. Rebecca. But would it be weird to ask for his number? No, it wouldn't. Right? She just needed to do it over texting so she didn't stutter or sound weird. She swallowed hard and grabbed her phone.

She had two more texts from Rebecca:

Sleepyhead! What are you doinggg? LOL Steph texted me and said she saw you huddled up with Brad last night. Told her how you chased away that random slut. LMAO. Hilarious.

And finally:

Heyyyy! Biiiiitch! Wake uppppppp! We have to get lunch or something. Gotta see my gurllll.

Rachel gritted her teeth and began to type to her friend.

Heyyy. Sry. Slept late and then shower. Sounds like your full of energy. Good night? ;)

-Heyyyyy! Abt time! Yeah. Um great time hehe. Gotta tell you more! What r u doing later?

Not sure. Don't think I have plans. Um random question but whats Brad's #?

There was a pause as Rebecca didn't respond right away. Rachel felt her stomach twist in knots as she awaited an answer. Had she tipped her off? Why was she delaying? Finally:

-Brad? Why? You two fall in love after your romp on the couch? LOL. Here:

Rebecca texted the number and Rachel inhaled deeply as she added it to her contact list.

Oh yea. Madly in love. Sex all night actually. :P No I left my purse at party like an idiot. Think I left it on couch by him. Wanna see if he has it. Need my wallet obv!

-Dumbass! :P He prob stole your money LOL. Well txt later and lets meet up!

Rachel sighed with relief as it appeared Rebecca hadn't picked up on anything. She texted back that it sounded good and she sucked in her breath as she switched to her contact page and prepared to send Brad a message asking about her purse.

Hey Brad. Its Rachel. Um random but you didn't happen to see my purse on the couch last night? I left without thinking about it. Srry again for being a nutjob. :)

Rachel blinked expectantly at her screen, hoping he'd text her right back. Nothing. She realized he might not be by his phone so staring at it like a crazy person was pretty silly. She thought again about Rebecca. She felt so awful in every part of her body. She had to come clean.

Rebecca knew how she could be. She knew how she could get talked into bad situations. She might react poorly, but it would pale in comparison to if she heard it from someone else. And while Rachel liked neither option, the chance of it staying a secret forever was slim. Someone had seen or heard something and it would eventually get back to her. And that would be so much worse.

The girls had been through a lot together and if she was honest about her mistake, Rebecca would have to forgive her. Right? Rachel swallowed hard and texted Rebecca that they should grab something to eat at 12:30. That was in about two hours so she had some time to work up her nerve. She even told her she'd buy lunch. Maybe that would butter Rebecca up a bit.

As soon as she finished the text, Brad responded. He didn't have the purse. Rachel's heart sank. Dammit. She needed it. She threw her phone onto the bed in frustration and turned away to figure out what to do. She paced around for a while trying to think if she had recognized anyone else near the couch at that time. Part of her hoped that she hadn't.

If anyone had been that close, they'd probably seen Brad kiss her and even follow her into the bathroom a few minutes later. God, it was mess! She was about to give up when she remembered her promise to buy lunch for Rebecca. Shit! What had she been thinking? She couldn't buy anything without her purse. She was so wound up that she couldn't even think straight.

Rachel retrieved her phone and was about to recall her offer to pay when a text came through. It was an unknown number and her eyes widened at the message:

Rachel. It's Matt. Hey sorry to bother you. Brad gave me your number. I got your purse. You left it on the couch but you ran out so fast. Tried to stop you but didn't have your number. Anyway, I got it safe.

Rachel exhaled and felt a mixture of relief and nervousness. She was happy that her purse had been located but she didn't really like that Matt had it. She didn't like knowing that he might've gone through her stuff. Did he know her address now? Whatever. There was nothing she could do about it. She texted back immediately.

OMG. Thx so much! Im such an airhead. Um can we meet or something? Kinda need it soon...

-Hey! No prob. Been there myself lol. Um I would but only problem is my sister has my truck. Im stuck at my house. Your welcome to swing by real quick if you need it right now.

He texted her his address. It wasn't too far away.

Rachel hesitated before responding. His house? She really didn't want to go to his house. She tensed for a second as she wondered if it was some kind of ploy. But she didn't really have a choice. She wanted to get it back from him and the sooner it was out of his hands, the better she'd feel. Plus, if she did it now she could still buy Rebecca lunch and hopefully make her confession a little smoother. She responded:

Ummm ok. Can I come now? Could be there in 15.

-Yup. That'll work. See ya soon.

She swallowed again as she thought it all over. Hopefully she could be in and out and get her purse and be back in time to rehearse what she would say to Rebecca. She was so nervous. Maybe having a little distraction like taking a drive would be a good thing to help get her mind off it all. She threw on some flip flops and pulled her still-drying hair into a pony tail. She hopped down the stairs and told her mom she going to run an errand and then have lunch with Rebecca. Moments later, she was on the road, her heart beating rapidly.

***

Rachel felt the sobs grow stronger as she hugged her knees in even tighter on her closet floor. She was shaking her head back and forth now, almost involuntarily, as if she could shake the memory away. She should never have gotten into that car. Why hadn't she seen it coming? If only she had just-. She let out a whimper and dug her fingers into her scalp.

If only she had just...

***

Rachel pulled up to the address that Matt had given her and put her car in park. She glanced over the house suspiciously, as if she assumed Matt was playing some sort of prank on her. She did notice that no cars were in the driveway. That corroborated his excuse for not being able to leave. Whatever. Was she some sort of detective? She shook her head and hopped out. Let's just get this over with, she thought roughly.

She approached the front door and knocked gently. To her surprise, it wasn't totally shut and it swung open a few inches with her touch. She hesitated for a second but finally pushed it open further and poked her head in. It was very quiet. Eerily quiet.

She suddenly remembered Rebecca's story about her and Matt and how he had told her that his parents were rarely ever home. The memory sent a chill up her spine as the full impact of where she was actually standing hit her. The place Rebecca had been utterly humiliated. What was she even doing there?

"Um, hello?"

Rachel called out into the silence as she pushed the door open all the way. There didn't seem to be anyone around. She shook her head. Was Matt messing with her? She really didn't have time for-.

"Rachel? Hey! I'm down here. Come on in! Second door on your left!"

Rachel swallowed and stepped into the quiet house. She shut the door gently behind her and looked around. It was an average ranch house. Pretty nondescript. She walked through the foyer towards the second door that Matt had directed her to. She passed a table and found herself snooping a bit as she looked at a collection of picture frames displaying the family.

Three pictures of Matt, and who she assumed were his parents, were set up neatly on display. One of them together with him in his lacrosse uniform, one that looked like it was several years old, and one of them standing in front of a Christmas tree. Rachel smirked. What sweet family pictures. She wondered if his parents knew the kinds of things their son did. Things he did in his base-. Her thought was cut off with a shiver as she reached for the door handle and pulled it open slowly. Stairs. The basement. She froze. She wasn't going down there. That was where-.

"Rachel? You there? You find the door? Come on down. Got your purse."

Rachel swallowed again and closed her eyes momentarily. She shouldn't even be there. But she caught herself with a silly smirk. What was her problem? This was just some boy. She wasn't in a horror movie about to walk into an axe murderer's trap. She shook her head. Get a grip, dummy. Just get your purse real quick and leave. No problems.

She slowly descended the staircase and sucked in her breath as she got to the foot of the stairs. She took in the layout of the room and tried to reconcile it with the story Rebecca had told her. There was Matt, sitting on a wraparound leather sofa which faced a pretty large TV. Beyond it, to the side, was an open space and some shelving-units.

Rachel felt the hair on her neck stand up as her eyes fell across as double-door closet. It was completely closed at the moment but she could see that how if the doors had been cracked open just slightly, there might be a good view back towards the couch. She shuddered. What a terrible story that had been. But Rachel also recalled the moderate, yet confusing, tingle of excitement that she'd gotten when Rebecca had told her about it. She shook her head and shot Matt a polite smile.

"Hey. Thanks again so much! I swear I'd lose my head, ya know?" She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him. "Soooo, do you have-?"

Matt cut her off. "Yeah, right here!" He pointed to a purse on the table by his feet. "But come sit for a second!" He shot her a grin.

"That was a crazy night last night, huh?"

Rachel felt her stomach fall. She definitely just needed to get her purse and get out but his mention of the previous night gave her pause. Was he hinting at something? She had already been stressing over the fact that he knew what she'd done. She was going to tell Rebecca anyway but she didn't want to do something to piss him off and mess things up. Did he have her number somehow? Would he text Rebecca before she had a chance to confess properly? Her mind was racing and she didn't know what to do. She licked her lips and sighed.

"Matt, I have to go. I'm really in the middle of-"

"No, no, just a second. Really." He nodded to her.

Rachel sighed again and walked around the coffee table and sat on a cushion a good few feet away. She grabbed ahold of her purse and reflexively poked through the contents. Matt shot her a look of mock-hurt.

"Hey, it's all there! What do you think of me?"

Rachel looked up, embarrassed. Her face reddened. She hadn't meant to imply-. Shit. She shot him a sheepish smile.

"No, no, hey! C'mon. That's not what I was-." She grinned. "I know it's all there. Thanks again."

Matt gave her a little wink. "Nah, I'm just messing with you. Happy to help. Just glad I saw it on the couch there."

Rachel nodded involuntarily. As much as she didn't like the idea of Matt having it, she realized it was better than it still being lost. She'd have to cancel all her cards, get a new license, etc. Ugh. She had hoped Brad would've been the one to find it but at least someone had. She tensed suddenly at the thought and furrowed her brow. Wait. Why hadn't Matt just given it to Brad in the first pla-?

Her thoughts were cut off and she froze when she heard a voice.

"Yo! Dude! You down there?"

The hair on her neck stood up.

Brad.

What was he doing there? She shot Matt a confused look but he just shrugged at her and looked away. "Yeah, bro! Come on down. Just packing it up now."

Rachel sat with a frozen expression as she heard Brad bounce down the stairs. He rounded the corner and his eyes met Rachel's. He stopped cold with a confused expression of his own. What was she doing there? He looked nervously at Matt. Matt grinned and shot him a quick wink that Rachel never saw.

Brad stiffened but smiled and turned back to nod to Rachel awkwardly. Matt was up to something. Brad didn't really want to get involved with his schemes (whatever they were) but the feeling faded quickly as he looked over Rachel's body. She had on a tight, thin white t-shirt and pair of black yoga pants that hugged her legs nicely. It was a very plain look, but it was hard for Rachel to not look hot in almost anything.

Brad felt himself stir as he thought about what they had done. Not only had it been amazing, but he had tossed and turned and dreamt about her for most of the night. What she had done to him was deeply in his subconscious and he had found himself getting worked up thinking about her all morning.
He knew it was wrong, and surely out of the question based on her tearful freak-out in the bathroom, but he wanted her again. Badly. He breathed out and walked over to her to sit on the couch a few feet away. He gave her a nervous smile.

"Hey, um, how are you-? What are you doing here?"

Rachel didn't move a muscle. She was already on edge being in Matt's basement and now Brad's unexpected presence had thrown her completely for a loop. She found herself tingling with nervous excitement. Here she was, in a place she that had imagined darkly, with a boy she shouldn't be near and another whom she had just hooked up with hours earlier in a terrible (but arousing) mistake. She felt uneasy being with the two boys but she was at least slightly more comfortable now that Brad was there and she wasn't alone with Matt. She just needed to take her purse and go.

"I'm, um-. I'm okay. I'm sorry about-." She looked away in embarrassment. She really had freaked out on him the night before. She had no idea what he had thought about it. He probably felt like he'd done something wrong. Well, he had, sort of. They both had. She looked back at him.

"Really. I didn't mean to go all crazy and-." She trailed off and gave him an apologetic frown. "But what are you doing here?" She glanced back at Matt.

Matt smiled at them both as he casually explained. "Rachel is just getting her purse that she left last night." He looked back to her. "And I had already hollered at my man here to see if he wanted to smoke a bowl and play some Madden. My bad. Didn't even think about-. Whatever. Sorry."

Rachel didn't react for a moment as she took in his explanation. Finally, snapping out of her haze, she half-smiled and shook her head at him politely. "No. It's fine. You didn't do anything-". She cleared her throat. "Thanks again for keeping my purse safe. Really. I was freaking out." She started to stand.

Matt spoke quickly. He was doing something with his hands. He was packing up a bowl to smoke. Rachel's eyes widened.

"My pleasure. Happy to help. But hey, real quick, did you want to get in on this? I know it's up your alley!" He nodded to the bowl in front of him and held it towards her with a warm smile. "Always a good time!"

Rachel froze again. Her brain was screaming at her. No, Rachel. NO. Do NOT. Do not do this. Get up. Get up right now. And go.

But she hesitated again and sat gently back down. Her mind was racing. She was so nervous about her impending talk with Rebecca. She still had no idea what she was going to say to her. She wasn't sure she could even do it.

Her eyes flicked to the bowl in Matt's hands. She was wound up too tightly and she needed to relax. She felt like she might come apart at the seams at any moment. Her eyes shot back over to Brad who gave her a gentle shrug. She licked her lips. Maybe just a little bit might take the edge off. No, it was a bad idea. She should just go. But...

She gave Matt a nervous grin and sighed. "Um, okay. But just a little. Really. I have shit to do today."

Rachel reached towards him but realized she was too far away. With a slight shiver, she slid around the couch and moved closer to him. She was still a few feet away but now close enough to reach out and touch him.

The couch was shaped like an "L" and Matt was on one end, Brad on the other. She was near to the middle but closer to Matt. She took the bowl from his hands and brought it to her lips with a gentle sigh. She lit it and inhaled, a bit deeper than she had intended, but she was nervous.

She pulled the smoke in and held it for a few seconds before exhaling easily. She was no pothead but she had smoked her share of weed for a while and she certainly knew what she was doing. She held the bowl back towards Matt who smiled but indicated to Brad on the other side of her.

She reddened slightly at her faux pas and leaned back the other direction as Brad moved closer towards her to take it from her hands. He lit it himself and took a hit. He let it out slowly and handed the bowl back to Rachel who passed it over to Matt. He took a hit as well and breathed out over his head before placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of Rachel. He leaned back and gave her a warm smile.

Rachel smiled back. Her nervousness began to subside as the warm feeling soaked through her brain. It hit her kind of hard, harder than she had expected. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. She really did need to unwind before she dealt with Rebecca. That girl! Rachel felt herself giggle a bit. That girl could just...lose it!

Rachel giggled again, this time slightly out loud. She was nervous and scared but she found her laughter to be a good coping mechanism. Her head swam as she let the effects wash over her. She had probably pulled in a bit too deeply. Whatever. For the first time since the previous night she wasn't feeling completely consumed with guilt and dread.

She glanced over at Brad. He had been staring at her and averted his eyes with a nervous smile. She grinned. He was cute. Always so nervous! She remembered watching his eyes dart to and from her chest all night as he'd tried to slickly check out her tits. She swallowed as she thought again about what they had done. The guilt came back to her stomach, but it was slightly lighter this time.

Was what they had done really so awful? They were both single. They didn't owe anyone anything. Rebecca couldn't expect Brad to just be by himself forever. They hadn't even ever been an official couple really! She felt her pulse pick up and she suddenly found the whole situation hilarious. Yeah, she had done something she shouldn't have. But was she beating herself up too much? She sighed as the warmth flowed through her. This was making her feel a lot better. In fact...

Rachel leaned forward and grabbed ahold of the bowl on the table in front of her. With a quick check towards Matt, she brought it back to her lips and took another hit. She set it down and slumped back to the couch and ran her hands through her hair. She felt the hair tie and decided to put her hair back down and run her fingers over her scalp.

Her hair was still a bit wet from her shower and she tingled with pleasure as her nails ran over her head. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, lost in the sensation. When she opened her eyes again, she realized both boys were staring at her with surprised faces. She reddened slightly and let out a big laugh, embarrassed that they had caught her in her little moment of pleasure.

"Oops," she said sheepishly. "Guess I'm not in the shower anymore."

Both boys tensed as Rachel realized she had just put the quick image of her naked into their heads. She felt herself tingle at their stares. Her brain was in a weird place. Part of her was trying to be cognizant of the fact that she was alone with two guys, both of whom she'd hooked up with (one just a few hours earlier) and that she needed to be careful about that. Another part of her was mindful of the guilt she had over what she had done behind Rebecca's back. And another part was strangely tingling with excitement.

She thought about the time at the beach that she had hooked up with both of those boys she had met and almost let it get it to a wild place. She remembered how she had been so frightened at her loss of control, but also a bit regretful that everything had been stopped prematurely. She looked at Brad's eyes taking her in and she knew that while he probably felt a little guilty too, that he definitely wanted her again. The image of sucking his dick from the night before crossed her brain but she shook it away. She couldn't do that again.

As if reading her thoughts, Matt spoke, with a devilish tone. "I see you two making eyes at each other. What exactly went down last night?"

He raised an eyebrow at them both. Brad reddened and looked down and Rachel felt a mixture of shame and excitement hit her. She didn't want to think about it, but on the other hand, maybe getting it out in the open and joking would make it better. All three of them knew what had happened so there was no secret. And keeping it bottled inside was just stressing her out. She grinned at Brad and spoke.

"Well, I don't really know what you mean. Just happened to go to the bathroom at the same time." She glanced over at Matt devilishly. "I mean, you know how that can be, right?"

Rachel surged at her own surprising words. What was she doing? Why had she said that? Was she actually flirting? She was feeling so good and relaxed as compared to the utter ball of stress she had been all morning. She knew it was dangerous but she couldn't help herself. For the first time, she felt kind of powerful again.

Matt smirked and stiffened slightly. "Oh yeah. I do know that can be. Think about it a lot actually." He let his gaze fall over her body without hiding it. "But I heard this bathroom break involved a bit more of a show than the one I got." He shot Brad a smile and then returned his gaze squarely to Rachel's tight shirt.

A jolt shot through Rachel's body as she turned to look at Brad. Had he told Matt about her pulling her shirt down? She started to say something but stopped herself. What was she angry about? Of course he had told him. What boy wouldn't share something like that? Matt had probably grilled him and he hadn't been able to resist mentioning how he had gotten a great look at her boobs and felt all over them. She was the one who had done it. He didn't do anything wrong.

Brad looked back at her nervously but relaxed when he saw her face fall into a grin. Rachel looked down at her shirt and then over at Matt and rolled her eyes. Without really thinking about it, she brought her hands to her chest and rested them gently on her boobs. "Yeah, well, sometimes things just happen."

Matt scoffed with a bit of a laugh. "Shit, I hope they happen again! Seeing more of that body is something I've dreamed about since the night we met." He took a quick hit from his bowl and exhaled slowly giving Rachel a quick wink.

Rachel felt herself tense up. This was wrong. What was she doing there? She had come to get her purse and now she was high (quite high) and the boys were talking suggestively about her body and the things she had done with them both. She knew she was in a dangerous place. She didn't even like Matt and certainly didn't want to be in his house.

But for some strange reason, she felt flattered by his words. She hadn't really given him much thought after a few weeks, but had he really been dreaming about her all this time? It was probably just a bullshit line, but it turned her on a little. She became aware of how she was still a bit warm from the previous night. Her guilt and shame had left her arousal dormant, but now she was feeling free again. And with that feeling returned her tingly excitement.

She shot Matt a mock glare. "Oh, I bet you have." She teasingly pulled the front of her shirt up around her belly button before shooting him a grin. "Sorry, not gonna happen."

Matt jumped right back in with a playful grin. "Aw man! Look at you teasing! You're a tease! You know it." He laughed. "Look, we're not asking you to do anything crazy. I just gotta see what my man saw last night. The way he described it-." Matt shivered for effect. "I mean, look at you! You're so fucking hot and you're wearing a boring-ass t-shirt and sweats. It just ain't right. Ain't fair!"

Fair.

Rachel laughed but fell silent in short order. She swallowed as she thought about what he was asking. She looked over at Brad who was staring holes through her in nervous excitement. Had he really talked so highly about her body? He'd seen girls naked before. Shit, Rebecca could stand up to her and then some in a few respects. Rachel felt even more turned on as she wondered if Brad thought she was even hotter naked than her friend.

She swallowed again with a tingle. She had to go before things went sideways. But she realized that her dread over facing Rebecca was making her want to do anything but go through with it. She looked at the clock on the wall in front of her. It was still well over and hour before their lunch. And Rachel was pretty high. Should she even be driving?

She thought about it and figured hanging out for just a bit and catching her breath might be a good idea. She felt glued to the couch and she didn't want to get up for anything. But as she felt the eyes on her she was reminded of what Matt had asked. She couldn't just sit here and fight him off forever. Would she actually-?

"Fair? What does that-? Look, I just came to get my purse. And now you want me to take off my shirt for you?" She shot him an incredulous smile.

"Well, and your bra, obviously."

Rachel was stunned. What did he-? She burst into a laugh.

"And my bra, you say? Wow. Anything else?"

Matt raised his eyebrows and started to say something but he stopped himself. "No, nothing else. Just that. Look, I just gotta see them for myself. Every time I see you, you just look so hot. And from what Brad told me last night, well, damn!" He lowered his voice and smiled. "Hey, it's not like we're all strangers here. This stays between us. Between friends. C'mon, just real quick."

Rachel surged again at his mention of their history. And her recent history with Brad. He was making the point that she'd already sucked both of their dicks, so giving them a brief show wasn't really changing anything. And he had said "real quick."

Conflicting thoughts swirled through her head. She didn't have feelings for Matt at all, but just as it had been the night they'd met, his blunt style was again very hard to combat. She looked at Brad again and recalled the mark he had left on her. He was probably hard all over again thinking about getting another look. She sighed. Was she really going to do this? It was so wrong!

She looked back at Matt. "Oh my God. Look, just for a second. This isn't a striptease." She shivered at her word choice as she recalled Rebecca's story. She paused. Was Matt talking her into something similar? Her eyes darted to the closed closet doors. No. This was different. Right? She raised her eyebrows at him and shot him a questioning look.

"Got it?"

Matt sucked in his breath and grinned back at her. "Got it. Loud and clear." He leaned back and rubbed his hands together in exaggerated excitement. "Hell yeah!"

Rachel smiled and rolled her eyes. She remembered how easily he had talked her into giving him a blowjob that time and she realized she was again doing something beyond her comprehension. But this was different. And Brad was there. And they had already, well. They had done more than this together...

With a sigh, she sat up and brought her hands to the bottoms of her t-shirt. She crossed her arms and with a slight inhale, began to pull the tight fabric up towards her chest. She gave a firm yank as the shirt popped over her boobs and finally up around her head. She placed it to the side and brought her hands to her hair and smoothed it out.

She watched the two sets of excited eyes lock on her now partially exposed chest. Brad was glazed over and she could tell he was completely worked up again. She looked over at Matt who, despite his excitement, was maintaining a cool smirk. Rachel exhaled and rolled her eyes again as she reached behind her back and unsnapped the clasp of her bra.

The material snapped apart and fell slightly away from her body and she shrugged her shoulders in to let the straps fall to her arms. With one final movement she slid her arms back through and tossed her bra on top of her crumbled shirt on the couch. She brought her hands to her lap and arched her back a bit. She was half naked and the sensation of her exposure shot powerfully between her legs.

It startled her how aroused she suddenly felt; she had turned up the heat so quickly. She was now sitting on a couch, a boy to either side of her, with her boobs pushed out and totally bared. She felt another wave of tingly pleasure as she heard the guys swallow hard, their eyes locked onto her. She knew she was doing something wrong but it was making her woozy with pleasure.

For no reason at all, she gave her chest a little shake for effect and watched in amusement at the boys' reactions as her boobs bounced from side to side gently. They were large but so firm and perfect looking. With the exception of hearing a guy groan while she was down on him, watching the reaction she got when she was topless was one of Rachel's favorite and most arousing feelings. She knew she looked great and it made her swell with pleasure and pride as she got open mouth stares or gasps.

Finally Matt spoke.

"Holy shit! That's what I'm talking about. Bro!" He looked at Brad with a big grin. "You weren't joking. Just fucking perfect." He slid slightly closer to her. "I'm sorry, but I just gotta-". He extended a hand out towards her chest and gave her a smile.

Rachel recoiled. "Whoa, whoa there! Um, that, was not part of the deal. What are you-?"

Matt cut her off. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, but c'mon. Damn! My man over there said they feel even better than they look. You can't just shake them like that and expect me not to get a little touch, right?" He slid a little closer and indicated for Brad to move in as well. He spoke again. "Look, Brad loved it so much he even left a little mark."

Both Brad and Rachel's eyes shot down to her left breast and they reddened at the slight pink mark still remaining. Rachel swallowed and looked back at Matt. "I, um-. Look, I showed you-. I don't know if this is such a good-."

Rachel's words were cut off and she let out a pleasure-filled sigh as Matt's hand reached her chest. He gave her left breast a deep, soft squeeze and rubbed his palm into her firmly. "Holy shit, they are amazing." He looked at Rachel's surprised face. "You are something else, girl!"

Rachel's brain was on fire. Things were totally out of control now. She was topless, with two boys almost leaned over her and one now firmly feeling her up. She looked over at Brad and widened her eyes at his own extended hand. He was only following Matt's lead and would likely never have moved on his own, but now that it was in front of him, he was unable to stop.

She gasped again as his hand, too, made contact with her chest. He rubbed her roughly and she saw stars as the sensation of two different boys touching her sexually hit her. She was so turned on, even more so at the abject wrongness of the situation. She whimpered as she felt Matt's mouth go to her left nipple. Her hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure surged between her legs. What was she doing? She had to stop it. But she didn't want to. Everything felt too good.

Rachel looked back at Brad with her mouth hanging open in a combination of shock and pleasure. Brad was looking directly into her eyes and brought his gaze to her lips. She had used those lips to bring him some incredible feelings the night before. But what he really wanted to do was kiss her again.

Their first kiss on the couch the night before had been electric and when she'd pulled away so suddenly, he'd simply been unable to stop himself from following her to the bathroom. Their brief make-out session had only served to rev him up for what had come next. She was a great kisser, regardless of where on a boy she was kissing...

He shook with excitement and he watched her eyes grow wide as he moved his mouth to hers. Her lips were already slightly parted, so as he pressed into them with his own, he moved his tongue to her mouth right away and slid it in. Rachel moaned and reflexively brought her arm around his head and held him in. She kissed him back forcefully, snaking her own tongue around his.
Despite what she had done for him several hours prior, she felt she had just crossed another line. She'd had no idea how she was going to explain the blowjob to Rebecca, but now that ship had sailed. She was topless and making out with Brad again, while another boy kissed and groped on her chest. And she was getting wet with excitement.

Her memories of her threesome with Rebecca came back to her, as did the moment she had been on the bed at the beach with those boys. While she hadn't been with them at the same time, she had been pressed up against Sean's legs as Chris had begun to push inside her. It was the closest she had come to being with two guys at once. The sensations were crashing through her, and in her impaired state she didn't know if she could fight them. Everything about it was bad, but she wanted more.

And then, she lost whatever strength she had left.

Without a warning, Matt slid his left hand down her flat stomach and under the waistband of her sweats and underwear. His fingers made contact with her pussy and her wetness slid him gently into her immediately. She almost bit down on Brad as they kissed and she pulled away from him to shoot a wild look at Matt. He slid his fingers back out of her and roughly pushed his arm down toward the floor.

The force pulled the front of her sweats and her underwear down several inches and she felt a lightning bolt hit her as the cool air rushed between her legs Instinctively, she raised her butt off the couch, and with it, the backside of her pants shot down to meet the stretched-out front. Her pants and underwear slipped to her thighs and she was completely exposed. She was breathing heavily and her chest was heaving. She tried to speak through winded gasps. How had things moved so quickly?

"Maa-, Matt, what?" She licked her lips. "We can't-. What are you do-? Oh my God-."

She brought her hand to her breast and squeezed deeply as Matt's fingers again gently traced around between her legs. He slid a finger back into her, this time a bit deeper and curled it back up. Rachel's mouth opened widely as a pleasurable gasp escaped. It felt incredible. She felt herself push her forehead into Matt's and breathe heavily as she concentrated on the pleasure. She spoke with an excited whisper.

"That feels so good."

Matt leaned in towards her ear and whispered back. "I know, baby. It feels great. I just couldn't-. I had to have some more. You're just too fucking sexy." He sat back on the couch and brought one hand up to her cheek and ran it back towards her neck and hair. He gently slid his other hand out from between her legs and he roughly yanked at the waistband of his gym shorts. He quickly pulled the shorts and his boxers down over his knees. His dick was rock hard and standing straight up.

"I just need it again, baby."

Rachel was on another planet, and she barely registered what he was saying, but she knew what he wanted. Giving him one final wild look, she twisted her body towards him and allowed his hand to guide her face down towards his lap. She swung her knees up onto the couch so that she was now kneeling and leaned over him sideways, her pants and underwear still stretched around her upper thighs. Without heisting, she brought her mouth to his dick and sucked him in deeply.

Rachel moaned as she slid his shaft deep towards her throat and then brought her lips back up over him. She sucked down again and clamped them tight. She shook with uncontrolled arousal as she began to bob enthusiastically into his lap. His hand was on her head and he was guiding her gently but she was doing almost all of the work and her tits were swaying softly to motion of her shoulders and neck.

She tucked some hair behind her head and pulled him out of her mouth with deep breath. She then ran her tongue all around his dick and even did her best from the angle to slide it over his balls. She licked over him generously before taking him back into her mouth to continue blowing him firmly and steadily. She knew what she was doing but in the moment she simply didn't care. She was pulsing between her legs and her pleasure was completely driving the car.

Behind her Brad was taking in the scene in stunned silence. He hadn't believed it when she had taken off her shirt. And then she had let them touch her and they had kissed. He'd been hard as steel and lost in the moment but then, in an instant, she'd pulled away. The next thing he knew, her pants were half-off and she was sucking Matt's dick just two feet away. But the part that was stirring him the most was what he was looking at directly.

Rachel was on her hands and knees, leaned over Matt, her head buried in his lap. But her ass was arched high into the air and it was inches from Brad's face. And her pants and underwear were pulled down to her thighs. Brad shook as he stared as her pussy from behind. He couldn't believe what he had seen the night before when she'd pulled her shirt down for him but now it was a different world. He watched Matt pull off his t-shirt and give him a big grin. He nodded towards Rachel's body and raised his eyebrows as she sucked away. He mouthed to his friend.

Yeah, bro. Do it.

Brad was no longer in control as he felt himself remove his own t-shirt and toss it aside idly. He stood up off the couch and reached down to pull of his shoes and low socks. He undid the buckle on his belt and hastily unsnapped the front button. He pulled down his zipper and slid both his jeans and boxers to floor and stepped out of them.

He was completely naked and his dick was harder than it had ever been. He put his knee up onto the couch and kneeled bend Rachel's shaking body. She was lost in her job, bobbing up and down into Matt's lap with generous enthusiasm.

Nervously, Brad reached out and began to slide her remaining clothes down her legs. He got them down to her knees and gently lifted her one leg off the cushion. He slid the material around her knee and brought it down and around her foot. He then placed her one now-free and naked leg back to where it had been resting and pushed her clothing down onto her other thigh. Her ass was still pushed high into the air and her legs now bowed slightly apart as her pants were no longer pulling her thighs together.

Brad looked down at the open view in front of him. He'd never been so terrified and turned on in his life. Was she going to let him fuck her? He had once asked Rebecca about Rachel's "activities" in an attempt to find out if her reputation was just rumor or had been honestly earned. Rebecca had told him that the oral stories he heard were likely true but that Rachel didn't sleep around hardly at all. She'd only ever done it with a few guys as far as she knew, and no one at their school that year.

So while getting a blowjob had been a fantasy enough, having sex with her didn't even seem possible. And now that he was there, he knew he just had to do it, no matter how wrong it might be to Rebecca. He had no control. He brought his hands to Rachel's hips and steadied himself. He leaned in and brought the tip of his penis to the edge of her pussy. He hesitated and looked over towards her bobbing head.

Rachel's preoccupation had left her mostly impervious to what Brad had been doing, and she'd reacted on instinct as she'd felt him slide her pants down. She had even moved with him as he pulled her one leg completely out the material. She was so terribly aroused and focused on Matt's dick in her mouth that she hadn't truly comprehended their joint movements.

But an acute shockwave hit her the very second she felt his penis touch her. Her eyes got wide and she pulled up out of Matt's lap with a terrified start. She looked back behind her and her brain finally caught up with the situation.

Brad was now totally naked and kneeling just behind her with his hands on her hips. And she felt the touch. She knew what he was doing, or wanted to do. Her brain flooded with emotions and memories. She thought back to the afternoon at the beach. She had been lying on her back, sprawled out, as Chris had brought just a little more than half of his penis into her. She had felt electric excitement and had allowed him to do it.

It had gone no further as Rebecca's calling out to her had interrupted the entire thing, bringing the train to a grinding halt. But Rachel had wanted it so bad. She was choosy about whom she let have sex with her. And the reason she had been relieved the beach incident did not fully go forward was that she didn't really want some guy she had met just a day earlier to be on the list. But Brad? They had been friends for a while and they obviously had gotten a little personal the night before.

She thought of Rebecca and what she was doing to her. But it was too late for that. She'd already sucked Brad's dick and let all of this happen. What difference did it make now? She saw Brad's desperate look. She bit down hard on her lip and gave him a quick nod. She dropped her head and shut her eyes. Sparks crackled through her.

Brad almost lost it when he saw Rachel give him the ok. His breath left him and his face got tingly and hot. But he didn't hesitate. Looking back at her body, his eyes fell across her green butterfly tattoo. He'd barely even noticed it. Gritting his teeth and firming his grip on her hips, he clenched his body and pushed forward.

The tip of his penis gently parted her and he began to slide in with smooth resistance. She felt hot and tight and she was so wet that he pushed in almost halfway before taking a deep breath and pulling back out. With his second thrust, he pushed in further and felt her ass come meet his flesh. His dick surged as he felt her entire body quake around him. Her head was dropped between her shoulders and she was no longer paying any attention to Matt.

Brad pulled out slightly and began to rock into her with a steady rhythm. It was better than he could've imagined. Her pussy was gripping him tightly and her heat felt incredible as it surrounded his cock. He brought one hand to the small of her back and picked up his pace ever so slightly. As he watched their bodies rock together, his brain sizzled with disbelief. He was having sex with her.

Rachel could not believe the feelings. Every part of her body was screaming in excited pleasure. It was so wrong and that was making it better. God, she was letting him fuck her! It seemed unreal. Her head hung between her arms and her breasts swayed smoothly to the rhythm of his thrusts. He was big and was going into her deeply. She knew she'd cum at some point. It was just a matter of when.

Matt watched this new revelation with aroused amusement. Rachel had stopped sucking his dick but he knew that was only for the moment. As his friend fucked her gently from behind, Matt pushed himself up from his seated position and yanked his shorts and boxers from his calves. Completely naked now, he got up onto the couch and kneeled in front of Rachel, facing Brad in a mirror image.

After watching the scene for a minute, his dick throbbing, he finally reached down towards Rachel's head and lifted her up by her chin. She felt his touch and looked up and him in confusion, almost forgetting he had been there. She felt him raise her face up and she realized she was again staring directly at his penis. She didn't hesitate or try to argue. Matt grabbed the base of his shaft and held his dick to her lips with a smile. She opened her mouth and took him back in.

Rachel was no novice at sucking dick but this was a new one for her. The rhythm of Brad pumping into her from behind was moving her body at a different pace than she normally gave head. She felt like it was a game of double-dutch jump rope and she would have to find the right moment when the rhythms met to hop in and keep it going. She held Matt in her mouth momentarily and then brought her lips deep over him as she felt Brad push into her. Her timing was true and she began to bob her head steadily to the pace she was being moved.

It was also very hard to concentrate on her technique while feeling the sensations coming from behind her. She was feeling so much pleasure and she just wanted to bow her head again and enjoy Brad's work. But Matt obviously had other plans. And the idea of doing them both at once sent another jolt of dirty excitement through her body. She was definitely going to get off.

Matt was guiding her head smoothly as she bobbed on his dick and he'd begun to mutter and make noises again. Rachel was impressed with how well she was sucking him given all that was happening. He was rock hard in her mouth and she'd been blowing him for a few minutes before Brad had started, so she wondered how everything would play out. She quaked as she heard Brad's pleasure-filled groans as well. She couldn't imagine that he could last too long either. He'd probably dreamed of fucking her for a long time and doing it in this crazy way had to be more exciting than even his most wild fantasies.

And then there was her own orgasm. She was still high and experiencing something she'd never had before. She was on cloud nine and knew that she'd get off violently when it happened. Brad was sliding in and out of her with even, skilled thrusts and was hitting her spots perfectly. She recalled that night seeing Rebecca riding him. She also remembered Rebecca speaking highly of their sex together. It made sense. Rachel felt shame creep back as she thought of Rebecca. She had completely fucked this all up now. She tried to push the thought away as she focused on the pleasure.

Everything had been going on for several minutes when Rachel began to feel herself getting close. It was brewing deep inside her and she knew it wouldn't be long. Brad, too, was throbbing inside of her and had picked up his pace and intensity. He was mumbling in low tones and Rachel recognized his noises from the night before. Her body was being shaken harshly and her heavy breasts were swinging forcefully as they hung straight down over the couch.

She also had her mouth full and was wondering about that situation. Matt seemed to be able to hold on for longer than she remembered. She thought maybe she wasn't doing her normally expert job since she was otherwise distracted. But she was sucking him deeply. The tip of his dick was firmly in her throat and her jaw was beginning to tire from the angle and odd pressure of the whole thing. She secretly wanted him to get off first so that she could enjoy her and Brad's release more fully.

And just like that, her wish was granted.

Matt's steady stream of muttered words hit a crescendo and the tension on the back of her head tightened. She could feel him pushing his hips into her face harder now and increasing the speed of his rhythm. She could also taste him and she knew it was coming soon. She steadied herself as best she could and prepared to start swallowing.

But Matt had other plans. Still rocking his hips into her, he leaned his head down towards hers and spoke in an excited, but low gasp.

"Holy shit, girl. Yo, I'm close. Goddam-. Can I cum on your face?"

Rachel's mind was completely in other places as Brad worked her hard and fast, but her eyes opened wide at the request. She smirked. It was so blunt. So casual. So...Matt.

Now, it wasn't completely out of left field. She had received this type of request before, but usually the guy sounded desperate or nervous. Almost pleading. With Matt, it was just a simple question. Just like that night months earlier when those easy requests had just rolled off his tongue:

"Think I can get some?"

"Think I could get some head?"

Rachel had been stunned by his bluntness then, and obviously, it had worked. Her thoughts also went to Rebecca's awful story in which she had told her of Matt's similar request. The thought of that story sent a confusingly pleasurable quake through her body.

Rebecca had cried while telling her and had only summoned the strength to get through it because she wanted Rachel to know for her own good. It had been a cautionary tale. A giant, neon warning sign. STAY AWAY!

And now, here she was. She was sucking his dick while being fucked from behind in the very same basement, on the very same couch. And Matt had just made almost the very same request. Rachel thought about how degrading it had been to her friend to experience what she had. And while some tiny (and still rationally functioning) piece of her brain knew all this, the rest of her didn't care. She even wanted it.

She couldn't give much of an audible response so she simply pulled her head back and let Matt's dick come out of her mouth. She looked up at him with a nervous, but lustful, stare and bit down on her lip. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. It was all the sign he needed.

Matt smiled wildly and brought his hand down to grip his shaft. He began jerking it rapidly as he aimed the tip directly at the center of Rachel's face. He was breathing loudly and deeply and was just seconds away from release.

Finally, with a loud groan, his dick twitched in his hand and he shot off forcefully, hitting Rachel in the middle of her forehead. He came again instantly, this time a bit lower, landing between the side of her nose and underneath her shut-eye. His explosion had been surprisingly intense, but he also wasn't a pornstar and wasn't going to simply keep firing off powerful shots.

As he felt his stamina dropping, Matt leaned in closer so that his penis made contact with Rachel's face, right above her lips. She felt his touch and instinctively opened her mouth to take him. He came again onto her lips and near the side of her mouth before finally pushing himself back into her. Her eyes still shut, Rachel leaned her head forward and took him in deeper, sucking her cheeks in hard. He was still coming a little and she swished her tongue all over his head as she wiped his dick clean in her mouth.

She continued to suck him in for a few final pumps before she again lost control from the simultaneous work Brad was still doing. She let Matt's dick fall from her lips and she dropped her head down once again. She could feel the warm wetness of his cum on her face and opened her eyes cautiously to make sure none had gotten in them. Realizing she was safe, she let her eyes open fully and began concentrating solely on Brad. He had to be close. She was. Getting Matt off and letting him do what he'd asked had only intensified her arousal. She didn't have much time.

Brad was feeling the same things and he knew he had probably less than 30 seconds remaining. He looked down at her tattoo as he worked her and traced his view up towards the back of her bowed head. From the side, he could partially see her tits bouncing as her body rocked to the rhythm. He felt his dick tighten at the sight and knew he had to see more of her body as he finished. It would be so incredible.

With a quick move, he pulled out of her fully and put his hand around her right leg. He began to lift her in the other direction in an attempt to flip her onto her back. Rachel had been momentarily stunned when she felt his touch pull away, but she figured out quickly what he was doing. It was an awkward maneuver, but with her cooperation, they both flipped her leg around and she twisted on to her back with a forceful flop. She reflexively raised her pelvis up off the couch to get closer to him as she shook with anticipation.

Brad paused for a just a moment as his eyes shot all over Rachel's body. It was beyond anything he had imagined. She was totally naked, with just her crumpled sweats wrapped around her left ankle. Her skin was flushed and her body was glistening with a light sweat. Her flat stomach was flexed and tight as her abs held her hips up toward him. And her incredible tits were still somehow pointing upward in a gravity-defying position. Her nipples were hard and she had one hand now roughly gripping at her own breast in her anxious lust.
And her face. Her eyes were flashing intensely, but that wasn't what caused Brad to suck in his breath. Her face was streaked with what Matt had just done to her. His cum was everywhere. On her forehead and by her nose and even a bit more dotted her lips and side of her mouth. It almost made the whole thing hotter. Brad looked up at his friend, leaned back onto his heels just a foot beyond her head, watching her body heave and shake. He had gotten what he needed, and now Brad was up.

Hesitating no longer, Brad positioned himself over Rachel and slid back into her. She rocked her pelvis up into him as he thrusted downwards from his knees. He brought his hands to her waist to hold her steady as he picked up his pace. Her tits were now bouncing hypnotically as her body took his impact. The vision was getting to be too much for Brad to take and he felt himself push as deep as he could into her. He tightened his grip on her waist and leaned over her body slightly with a breathless groan.

"Oh, shit Rach! Oh my God. Holy shit. I'm gonna-."

Rachel's eyes shot wide as sparks crackled through her. His words and excitement along with his deeper push had been all she needed. Her muscles tightened and she brought a few fingers to her mouth to bite down as she felt her orgasm coming. Brad slid deeply in and out of her one final time before she finally couldn't take it. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth and moaned loudly, almost to a scream. She yelled Brad's name and lost control.

The air sizzled and snapped and her vision went white as she came with a shudder. A second wave hit her but her pleasure altered sharply as she felt Brad pull out of her roughly. He let out a cry and she watched as he exploded over her body. He had pulled out to cum. It felt warm as it hit her body and Rachel fixed her eyes to Brad's penis to watch him erupt again. He came for the second time with a groan, splattering around her waistline near her landing strip.

Another wave hit Rachel and her toes curled. She brought her fingers to her hair and let out another pleasured moan. Needles shot through her and she tried desperately to catch her breath. Warmly, her orgasm worked its way down through her and began to ebb gently. Her mouth fell open and she swallowed roughly as her chest heaved.

She tried to close her lips and she let out a few muffled whimpers and she felt Brad's forehead make contact right below her chest as he slumped into her. She could feel his heavy breath on her body as warmth washed over her. Everything felt so intense and real. She smiled deeply and her gaze shot across the ceiling with a glazed view. She brought a hand down to the back of Brad's hair and ran her fingers gently through it. She sighed in full, pure pleasure. She could lie there forever.

And for a minute or two, she did. She simply basked in the warm afterglow of post-sex relaxation. Brad had been good. Really good. He'd seemed to know exactly what spots to hit and when to hit them at the right speed and intensity. It had been such a different experience and one she hadn't had in quite some time.

Rachel hadn't had sex with anyone since before she had changed schools. It had been the early summer and the first (and only) time she'd done it with someone who wasn't a serious boyfriend. Her run at Taylor Reed had come to a turbulent end and she had been in a wild place mentally. She'd met a boy a few years older than her and let him sweet-talk his way into her pants the same night.

She could still picture herself that day. She'd gone down to the beach with a friend for a daytrip and met the guy in question while blatantly strutting her stuff on the boardwalk. She'd been dressed ridiculously inappropriately, combining a bikini top that covered maybe ten percent of her boobs and a pair of tiny jean shorts that she'd left unbuttoned at the top, revealing the bottom of her bathing suit. She'd wanted to be bad and it hadn't taken her new friend very long to oblige her desires.

It had been a confusing time and she'd felt bad that she had let it happen. In a strange way, it had encouraged her oral promiscuity a bit more as she'd decided that agreeing to give a guy a blowjob would be a good way to guard against him trying to talk her into more. It was a questionable strategy, but it had served its purpose at least. Her close call at the beach with Sean and Chris had been the nearest she'd come to allowing it to happen again. Until now.

Rachel's warm feelings began to fade quickly, like the hot water draining from a nice bath. She was becoming more and more aware of where she was and, to her horror, what she had just done. She'd known the bad feelings would arrive in good time, but part of her had hoped she could simply enjoy the moment a bit longer. Like a pleasant dream that she could feel herself waking from but was trying desperately to keep her arms around.

But fate offered her no such leniency.

The different pieces started to hit her all at once. Matt. Brad. Rebecca. She felt her stomach twist into a panicky knot and her face got suddenly hot and itchy. Instinctively, she brought a hand to her forehead to calm herself down. The dread hit her like a punch in the gut when she felt the wet, stickiness touch her fingertips. Her throat went dry.

Matt.

She felt like it was all over her, and in some respects, it was. There was cum on her forehead and on her cheek as well as by her lips. She felt Brad pull his head off her and move to stand up slowly. Her gaze went from him, down across her own naked body. More. There was more cum on her stomach, by her belly button. And lower near her landing strip. She could taste it on her lips and in the corners of her mouth.

She suddenly felt dirty and awful. What was she doing there? What had she done? Had she lost her fucking mind??

The emotions slammed into her like she was being thrown into a brick wall. She could feel her face burning as regret and shame flooded through her. Tears began to form behind her eyes. It was no longer a dream. It was a nightmare.

She sat up suddenly and looked around the room like she didn't recognize a thing. She was sticky with sweat (among other things) and she felt clumsy and awkward. Her wild eyes went first to Brad, who immediately registered concerned panic as well. He had seen those eyes the night before when she'd run from the bathroom and he was still affected by how she had freaked out.

But clearly it had not been enough to stop him from his lust. Rachel whipped her view back to her left and saw Matt. He was still kneeling, totally naked as well. His was no longer hard and he simply looked relaxed and satisfied. He shot her slick grin and nodded his head.

"Hey, um, you got something on, um-."

Rachel felt her stomach flip. She was walking step-by-step through Rebecca's story. Through her nightmare. But was this even worse? She'd let two guys use her. At once. Brad had fucked her! She was covered in their-. She half-expected someone to jump out of the closet to surprise her as well.

She rose to her feet in a panic, almost tripping over her sweats and underwear still coiled around her one leg. She didn't know what to do first and all she wanted was to cry. Or disappear. Maybe forever. Her hands shook as she clumsily reached down to try to pull her pants back on. As she brought them up slowly, she again noticed how Brad had come down below her waist. She needed to clean up first.

She looked around wildly and her eyes again fell on Matt. He was grinning even wider now. She shook with embarrassment. He was back. The side of him that she had hated. The side that had humiliated Rebecca and the both of them. It was the reason she had avoided him all this time. She hated him. Why had she let herself-?

She shot him a pained look like she couldn't believe he was amused. The tears were welling up and she spun around, her pants and underwear still around her thighs, and looked at Brad desperately. Had this all been a plan? Had she walked into a trap? Was Brad in on it? She felt herself get light-headed at the thought. Not him, too. She looked at him with pure, confused terror and opened her mouth. But she could not speak.

Brad was frozen as well. He had seen Rachel's sudden change in demeanor and known what might be coming based on the night before. He didn't want to hurt her. He reached over and grabbed his t-shirt and handed it to her with pleading eyes as he spoke.

"Are you okay, Rach? W-what-, why are you so-?" He gulped and indicated to the shirt. "Go ahead. I got another in the car."

Rachel kept her eyes on him for a second. Maybe he was being sincere. Maybe he was a good guy and had just gotten caught up like she had. She brought his shirt to her body and crudely wiped off her front. She then carefully brought it to her face and tried her best to clean up what Matt had done as well.

She held it back out sheepishly and felt herself redden further as he shook his head. She swallowed and let it fall to the coffee table and pulled her underwear and pants back up. She still felt filthy and disgusting but at least she was cleaner. As best she could tell.

She spun back towards the couch and located her t-shirt and bra. She began to speak but it was just a low murmur. Like she was a crazy person talking to herself. She clasped her bra back together and began to slide the shirt over her head. What did I-? Jesus, Rachel. God, why do I-? She was mumbling to no one in particular.

She could feel the tears coming as she straightened her shirt and tried her best to smooth her now-messy hair. She had no idea what she looked like or if her face was totally cleaned off. She wildly grabbed her purse off the table with a sarcastic laugh and sob. The fucking purse. Had it been worth it?

The boys were both watching her, but only one conveyed concern. The other, amusement. Matt calmly began to put his shorts back on as she watched Rachel losing control in a panic. He wondered why she was suddenly so upset. He'd experienced firsthand how easily she could be talked into getting on her knees. And he'd had seen it again with Brad the night before.

He had hoped getting her over to his house and having Brad be there might lead to what it had, but he was still a bit surprised at how quickly she had submitted. It was like a switch could be flipped with her and suddenly she'd do whatever she was asked.

So why was she so upset now? He'd seen girls have buyer's remorse after hooking up, but this was so sudden. Maybe it had something to do with her friend, Rebecca? Was she still pissed about all that? If she was, why did she just suck his dick again while allowing Brad to fuck her? She'd even let him cum on her face. He shook his head. Some girls were just crazy.

Meanwhile, Rachel was unraveling. Every awful feeling and thought she'd been struggling with about Rebecca had just come back, one-hundred fold. Had she really just had sex with Brad? Had she again given Matt a blowjob knowing what he had done to her friend? Had she done both at the same time in some crazy fog? One minute she was agreeing to take the edge off her stress with a little bowl hit and the next she was fucking two guys at the same time. In all of her worst moments, she'd never done something like this. And it wasn't just the "what," it was the "who."

Rachel didn't know which boy was worse. Whatever anger she thought Rebecca might have over her confession of giving Brad a mistake-blowjob, it wasn't even the same stratosphere of then fucking him just hours later. And Matt? Rebecca hated him with a burning passion. Rachel knew it bothered her that she had hooked up with him already before she'd known about what he'd done.

But she'd known this time. And she'd done it again anyway. She could never tell Rebecca. She'd lose her for sure. She sobbed gently and was walking hurriedly towards the stairs when she heard her name. She looked back to Brad's confused face and tried to hold back her crying. She felt awful about so many things right now so why not just tack on some extra guilt for making him feel confused and bad as well?

She brought her eyes away quickly and caught Matt sitting back on the couch reaching for his bowl. It was like she wasn't even there! The humiliation hit her in the stomach and she turned quickly and ran up the stairs before she broke down. She flew through the hallway and had to stop herself from smashing the family pictures she'd seen earlier against the wall. She stormed out of the house, likely just as Rebecca had done. And just as Rebecca had done, she simply started walking.

She had forgotten about her car and simply turned up the road while sobs began to rack her body. She walked three houses down before she finally got ahold of herself and remembered she had driven. Forcing back her tears, she spun back around and began walking towards her Civic in the spot she'd left it. She was halfway back when something caught her eye.

She had just walked past a black truck, parked on the other side of the street, maybe fifty feet from her car and it had a maroon bumper sticker that stood out sharply. She swallowed and turned back towards it and took a few steps closer. The hair stood up on her neck and she felt herself start to feel nauseous as she leaned in, her eyes focusing on the sticker. Her knees buckled and without knowing how she could've possibly remembered, Rebecca's words from that night so many months ago rang out through her brain:

"He had this douchey black truck with bench seats so I was, you know, like all pushed up on him."

Rachel's eyes focused hard on the sticker and she knew it before her brain could even form the words.

Xavier LAX

It was Matt's truck.

Rachel felt herself lurch and a sob escaped her lips at the revelation. She spun away and ran back to her car, throwing open the door and slumping into her seat with a pained cry. It was all bullshit! He had planned the entire thing! Just as he had with Rebecca.

He had moved his car down the block so Rachel would buy his story about his sister borrowing it. She scoffed. His sister! Where was she anyway? And where were his parents? Why was there no one in the damn house? Did he even have a-?

Rachel's eyes shot open and she dry-heaved, bringing a hand to her mouth in panic. The pictures. The pictures on the hallway table. Matt and his parents. Three people.

No sister.

He had made the whole fucking thing up. He had lured her here to do exactly what she had been talked into doing. He'd found her purse the night before and instead of giving it to Brad, which would've made sense because they went to school together, he'd kept it. When she'd texted Brad to ask about it, being a nice guy, he'd relayed the question to Matt since he had been sitting on the couch as well. Brad probably hadn't even thought to ask for it when Matt said he had it and asked for her number. Matt then texted her and set the trap. He made up some story about a sister and how he couldn't leave his house. He moved his car down the block and waited.

And it had worked.

Rachel heaved again and this time she knew she'd be sick. She opened up her car door and threw up into the grass. She coughed and gasped and tried to regain her composure as she wiped her mouth. God, she could still taste him. She was having trouble breathing and she felt a panic attack coming. She had to get out of there.

But where would she go? Home? Like this? To Rebecca? No, that was out of the question. God, Becca! What was she going to do? Would she still tell her? What would she tell her? The whole thing? Just the first half?

Rachel was going to be sick again. She knew she couldn't face her friend. She'd fall apart and Rebecca would know something was very wrong. And what would she say?

Oh, hey, I accidentally gave that guy you still have feelings for a blowjob last night. Oh, and then that other guy you hate, you know the one that humiliated you and we've sworn off as human garbage? Well, funny story, he found my purse so I went over to his house and ended up sucking his dick again. Ha ha, and one last thing, the guy you like dropped by and I let him fuck me while I was doing it.

Just replaying the scenario in her head made Rachel want to disappear. She wanted to drive her car someplace far away and never come back. She had done something awful and the worst part was she had probably hurt her best friend worse than she'd hurt herself. Rebecca would never forgive her. She shouldn't. Would Rachel in her shoes? She couldn't tell her. Maybe it would just go away. Like a bad memory. Fade away.

Rachel's trembling fingers found her phone and she clicked it on. She fumbled wildly but managed to get a text message out to Rebecca:

Hey um not feeling so well of a sudden. Rain check on lunch? Maybe just see you at school tomorrow...:)

She put the phone down hoping Rebecca would miss it somehow and just leave her alone until tomorrow. But no such luck. Her phone instantly vibrated back:

-Ummm k. Are you ok? Steph texted me back and said she saw you with Brad later after you got rid of that blonde skank. Did he say something to you? Is something wrong?

Rachel felt the tears fall from her eyes as she read the words. Rebecca was concerned for her. She felt like the worst person in the world. It was all she could do to steady her fingers and text back:

No. No problems. Talk soon. Luv ya! J

She tossed her phone aside and sobbed deeply into her steering wheel. She had to get out of there. She wasn't sure if she could drive safely but she threw her car into gear and sped out of the neighborhood through blurred, teary vision.

She somehow made it home, and after a few minutes of steadying herself in the driveway, she entered her house and made it to her room without parental interference. She closed her bedroom door behind her and walked quickly to the back of her room to her closet. She sat down roughly and pulled her knees to her chest and let it out more forcefully. She rocked herself back and forth as tears cascaded onto her black sweats.

What had she done?

***

Rachel felt the warm flesh of her knees digging into her cheek. She wasn't crying anymore and she didn't know how long she'd been sitting there. Still in just her underwear, she slowly unclenched her body and felt her back stiffen and crack as she rose out of the tight position she'd been in. He leg muscles burning, she opened her closet door and stepped back into her room with a sigh.

It had been an emotional roller coaster all morning, from Rob and Jeff to Kevin and Tyler. But the memories had hit her even harder. She felt beaten and battered emotionally, like she had been knocked to the canvas and simply didn't want to get up again. As low as she'd felt after her various experiences that morning, the memories of what she had done to herself and Rebecca brought her to a new bottom.

It was because of what she had done then that she was now in this awful, dark place. Her feelings of self-worth were low and when they were like that, she did what she could to fill the void. What she had done with Rob and Tyler, and more specifically Jeff, had been made possible because of what she had done that day with Matt and Brad.

And further, the fallout that had resulted from it...

***

Rachel had cried for a long while in her closet that morning after getting back from Matt's house. She'd avoided Rebecca's texts the rest of the day and fallen asleep early in a state of guilt-ridden exhaustion. She had even managed to avoid her friend for the most part at school the next morning as well.
She'd still had no idea what she was going to say to Rebecca, if anything. Confessing seemed impossible based on how far she had gone. She'd found herself wishing desperately that she had just given Brad that single blowjob as she was sure she could've explained that away. But now? It was too late. She wouldn't be forgiven. She couldn't be. And maybe, she shouldn't be.

But she couldn't avoid her best friend forever, and finally, the moment came. Not that there would have been a good way to get it out, but the way it came stomped out any glimmer of hope that Rebecca might've forgiven her. Because she had found out first.

Rachel was walking to her car during lunch, desperate to leave the school for a bit to avoid Rebecca further. She'd been almost to the driver side door when she'd heard her friend's voice call out from behind. Rebecca spoke in a low tone. It was serious and had a slight tremble to it. When Rachel heard the words, in combination with how they were spoken, her heart fell into her stomach.

"Is it true?"

Three simple words. A short, concise question. Completely open-ended, and in theory, Rebecca could've been asking about anything under the sun. But Rachel knew right away. The color drained from her face and she knew the second she faced her friend that she'd know the answer. She sighed to herself and turned around slowly hoping the tears would stay back. She attempted to give Rebecca her best confused expression, but she knew it would be no good.

"Huh? Is what true?"

Rachel almost shook when she saw Rebecca's face and body language. She was standing a few feet away with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her green eyes were focused fiercely. She wasn't enraged yet, because she had to hear it first. There was still a chance that this was all just a crazy, awful mistake. But while she couldn't possibly believe that Rachel would betray her like this, she also knew how her friend was.

Who she was.

What she was.

Rebecca took a step closer. "You're going to make me tell you, aren't you? Fine, we can do it that way." She licked her lips as her voice began to show the first hint of anger.

"So I'm walking to third period, you know, by myself, because my best friend is strangely avoiding me, and Ryan and Drew from the lacrosse team start giggling as I pass them. They're assholes so I asked them what exactly was so fucking hilarious. They said they heard Brad and I had pretty wild weekend. Yeah, apparently Brad hooked up with some chick at that party and then he and a friend had a threesome with her the next day. Ryan and Drew said Brad refused to say who it was so they just assumed it was me, because well, Brad and I have history."

Rebecca's jaw tightened and she stared hard at Rachel as she emphasized the final word. She smirked at Rachel's frozen reaction and ran a hand through her dark hair.

"So obviously, I was not with Brad so I told them they had the wrong girl. I was pretty pissed about the whole thing so I sent a text to my best friend because I knew she had been at the party after I left and I wondered if she knew anything about what kind of slut Brad had talked into doing that."

Her eyes flashed again and Rachel did everything she could to avoid wincing.

"But again, my best friend didn't answer because she's been avoiding me. Whatever. Then after class, Steph comes up to me and asks me if I've seen you. I told her no and asked why. She had texted me about seeing you and Brad snuggled up together on the couch and I just assumed she was talking about your little move on that whore from earlier. But Steph, she was all, like, apologetic and saying things like she didn't want to cause drama and she wasn't sure she should say anything but that she was pretty sure she had seen you and Brad kiss on the couch later that night again and that you had gotten up and gone to the bathroom together. Then, a little while later she saw you rush out of the house in a huff."

"So all of this is crazy, right? I mean, you'd never-. Brad?" Rebecca stepped in even closer. "There had to be another explanation. But then I start thinking about how you've been avoiding me since yesterday and how you asked for his number for some weird reason. And then we were supposed to have lunch but you made up some excuse and didn't answer any of my texts all night. And finally, here you are. Sneaking away in the middle of the day."

Rebecca stopped and studied Rachel's frozen expression. She cleared her throat and asked again.

"So. Is it true?"

Rachel did everything in her power to put up a poker face but she knew the second she spoke or moved a muscle it would all crumble like a house of cards. She didn't know what part of her body would betray her first but she knew she couldn't stay silent forever. She swallowed and tried to find her voice to respond in any way she could. But then, she felt it.

A single tear squeezed from her right eye and ran down her cheek. It was over. That was all that needed to happen.

Rebecca's face contorted as her final confirmation was delivered. Part of her had known deep down already but she hadn't wanted to believe it. Rachel was a lot of things but she'd never-. Rebecca smirked. Apparently, she would.

Rachel tried to speak as she felt it falling apart. "Becca, I-, look, wait-. It's not like you think. It was just stupid and it got out of con-." The tears were falling now and she couldn't speak. It didn't matter anyway.

Rebecca leaned in so that they were almost touching. She hissed. "Tell me what you did. I want to know."

"Wha-? Becca, why? What does it matt-?"

"Just. Tell. Me."

Rachel ran and hand over her eyes and wiped her tears and looked away. What would she say?

"Look, I had just meant to tease Brad to chase that girl away. You saw that! I was trying to help!" She sighed. "But then he started making me feel all bad because she got angry and left and I'd been smoking and-." She paused to wipe another tear through her stammering. "And then Matt started suggesting that I-." She stopped suddenly as she saw Rebecca's narrowed eyes widen in alarm.

"Matt?? Matt was there?? Jesus, Rachel! What were you doing with him? Were the three of you just having a friendly cha-?"

Rebecca trailed off and brought a hand to her mouth as a startled gasp formed. She took an unsteady step backwards, almost stumbling as her legs tingled with as sudden shot of numbness. Saying the "three" of them had put an awful thought into Rebecca's head. A dark, terrible thought. Her stomach twisted painfully.

Ryan and Drew had said Brad had had a threesome with this mystery girl (who was now obviously Rachel) and one of his friends. Rebecca didn't know of anyone at their school who might've been the other guy, but she did know someone whom Brad unfortunately hung around with a lot. Her stomach heaved again and she thought she might throw up. No. No, please. Not him. Rachel wouldn't have-. She'd never-.

Rebecca looked at her friend's desperate face and felt a tear of her own fall. The realization was paralyzing. She had. With him. With both of them. Rebecca had been furious beyond words when she'd thought Rachel had done all of this but even then she hadn't known it had involved Matt too. Which betrayal was worse?

She was now no longer filled with only anger. She was crushed. This hurt worse than anything Rachel could've done to her. She had hooked up with her ex and then given it up again to the boy who had humiliated her. And this time she had known. Why? Rebecca said the words out loud in a soft, almost pleading voice.

"Why, Rachel? Why him? Why either of them? Do you not get enough-?" She stopped and swallowed the lump in her throat. She steeled herself again and stepped back towards her friend. She tilted her head with a blank expression and looked squarely into Rachel's eyes.

"Did you fuck him?"

Rachel felt the breath leave her body and she was sure she'd lose her balance and fall. The world was spinning around her and everything she'd dreaded was coming to bear. What would she say? She couldn't think. And then, she said the worst thing she could've.

"I, um,-. Him? Which, um-?"

Rebecca gasped and felt herself shiver with dizziness. Which?? Not 'no.' Which?? So she had fucked one of them! Rebecca reeled, her head going light as well. God, which one? She didn't want to know but she needed it.

"W-w-which?? So you did-! Who, Rach? Matt? Oh my God, did you let that piece of shit fu-?"

"NO!" Rachel shouted back on instinct. "No! I didn't. I'd never-. Not Matt-." She stopped as her voice trailed away into a mumble. That wasn't a good answer either. But there were no good answers. She was being skewered and she deserved it. Her car keys fell from her hand as her fingers went numb.

Rachel's answer had given Rebecca what she needed. So, not Matt, but Brad. It was reassuring and gut-wrenching at the same time. Which would've hurt her more? She didn't know the answer but either one was like a bullet through her heart. Why had Rachel done it? Even with how she was, she'd never do this. And sex?? Rebecca was pretty sure she hadn't had sex with anyone since they'd been friends. So why now? And why him?

Rebecca's voice lowered and she spoke in an unnaturally calm tone. "So, let me make sure I have it all straight. You waited until I left on Saturday and then you hooked up with Brad. And obviously, we both know what that means, right?" She scoffed as Rachel's eyes fell to the ground. "And then, I don't know how or why it could even happen, you agree to have a threesome with Brad and...Matt."

She clenched her jaw as she said his name with disgust. Her voice began to crack as she continued, her words coming out in an incredulous stutter.

"And you, you, you fuck Brad, but you know, not Matt! Hooray! I guess sucking his dick again was good enough for now. And, what? Is that it? Anything I've left out?"

Rachel raised her head to look into Rebecca's eyes. She saw pure, tortured pain staring back at her. Whatever terrible hell she had been through the past day and a half, it was clear she had done worse to her friend. She had betrayed her and ripped her heart from her chest in the cruelest way possible. She had been with a boy whom she'd loved, and another whom she hated. At the same time. There was nothing Rachel could do or say now to fix this. It was over. And whatever pain it brought her, she deserved.

"Becca, I-. I don't know why I do-. Look, I was going to tell you about Brad but I was so scared and nervous! And then Matt had my purse and I had to go to his house to get-."

"You went to his house?? God, Rachel! So this whole thing happened in his base-". She stopped as another tear rolled down her face at her own memory. "I can't-."

"Rebecca, I'm sorry! Look the whole thing was just crazy! One minute I'm teasing Brad and the next-." She swallowed and shouted in wild desperation. "It was an accident! You left me! You left me at that party and you went ahead and-!"

Rebecca cut her off with a trembling shout. "Don't you DARE put this back on me! What I do with my-." She scoffed again and cut off as her tone dropped from pure rage to mocking disbelief. "Wait, did you say 'accident'?"

She laughed incredulously. "So you accidentally sucked Brad's dick? Oh, and you accidentally went and fucked him and Matt the next day?" Her laughter grew unnaturally loud. "Really? That is what you're going with here? I think your history in that department shows that it's usually not an 'accident' when you're on your knees. Should we take a poll? How many dozens of guys around here you think would back me up?"

Rachel felt her cheeks burn as Rebecca mocked her. She didn't know how much lower she could feel. The girls had never judged each other's activities and now Rebecca was rubbing it in her face. She deserved it, but she felt a bit of instinctual anger rise. She spoke wildly through her tears.

"Oh, so you judge me now? The "no judgment zone" no longer in effect? Good to know since you've been such a fucking saint as well!" She tried to sound strong but her voice was cracking. She was defeated. Broken.

Rebecca brought her face right into Rachel's. Their noses almost touched as she spoke harshly. "Yeah, the no judgment zone ended the second you went and fucked two guys at once in some dirty basement. Don't like it? Tough." She was done. She started to pull back and turn.

Rachel made one final attempt and reached out desperately to grab her friend's shoulder. "Becca, please! I get it! I fucked up! I'm sorrier than you can imagine. I've wanted to die since yesterday morning! What can I do? Please tell me! Please!!"

Rebecca stared blankly at her scared, desperate friend and set her jaw. She viciously shrugged Rachel's hand from her shoulder and turned to face her as she smoothed her shirt.

"What can you do? Well, you know how you've been avoiding me all day? Yeah? Well, go ahead and keep doing that. I'm done with you."

She shot Rachel one last penetrating glare and turned away. She walked evenly back out of the parking lot and towards the school. Rachel stood in a paralyzed fog as she saw her best friend disappear through the large front doors of the entrance. She didn't move for a while before suddenly something screamed violently inside of her.

She scooped her keys off the ground and got into her car. She hastily pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the main road. She was going home. And she wasn't going back. Not today. Maybe not ever. She couldn't. The fresh start she had worked so hard to maintain had been shattered. She'd ruined it all again and there would be no picking up the pieces.

It was done.

NEXT -- Chapter 15: Catharsis

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Oct 11, 2017 in blowjob

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