"Hey," you quietly say. "Can we talk about something?"
Your shifted tone catches the three girls by surprise. One by one, they sit up and remove themselves from your nude body.
"Oh, I didn't mean that you had to stop what you were doing," you clarify, suddenly getting much colder without the three of them warming you up.
"You sound serious. What is it?" Sydney asks, scooting up beside Imane. Celine graciously draws a blanket over you.
"Oh, I, um... I guess I just wanted to ask if... erm... if I could stay the night? Not just for sex, but... for the company."
"Of course you can. Why?" Imane asks. The corners of her pleasant smile dip into a frown. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing's wrong! I just... really love you all, and I want to sleep with you."
You smile innocently, expecting a cheery response.
Imane slowly sighs. Sydney avoids eye contact as she slips off the bed, leaving Celine room to move up and examine you closely.
"Ok. Let's get to bed, then." Sydney says, her expression unreadable.
Celine leans up close, seemingly to kiss your cheek. But her lips stop an inch from you, and whisper some carefully chosen words.
"We can tell when you're lying."
She nearly stops as she feels you grimace, but she powers through.
"I want you to always be honest with us, but it's ok if you find it hard to talk about it. I know you'll tell us when you're ready."
Imane nimbly dips under the covers as Sydney flicks the lights off. Her hands wrap around you, but her usual warmth isn't there.
You're grateful that the girls can't see the fear suddenly swamping you from all directions.
She trusts me. They all trust me.
And all I'm doing is lying to them. Constantly.
"I'm sorry," you croak out, so softly that your vocal cords never make a sound.
But Celine hears your whisper and lays her head on your chest, comfortingly weighing you down to earth.
...
"Morning," you whisper back, finally opening your eyes. Sydney's fallen hair surrounds your head, tickling you pleasantly as she kisses you awake. Her bra hangs off one shoulder, giving her a casually sexy look. Her hair is puffy and disheveled, yet still beautiful.
You stretch your arms forward, letting them wrap around her torso. "It's so early, why'd you wake me...?"
She giggles. "It's almost noon. Get out of bed! Make breakfast with me!" Her eyes light up at the prospect.
You grumble. "Well, it's too early. So..."
With a sly grin, you push upward, taking her by surprise. She lifts off the ground for a moment, disoriented, before you flip her over and roll on top of her.
"I'm going back to sleep, and you're coming with me!" You beam.
"Wha-! NO!" She yelps, laughing, as you try to pin her down while she wrestles loose and tries to flip you over. Her hands and feet push against your shoulders and hips to no avail. You stay pounced on top of her, fighting off her attempts.
After a minute of pushing her limited morning strength to its limit, she eases up, and you let go at the same time, falling to the bed.
The two of you settle down, panting heavily, with her back on the bed and her legs around your waist above her.
"Fuck you..." She giggles.
Her lips pucker softly. You lean down to greet them.
Your breathing soon returns to normal. Her heartbeat is just audible through the silence around you, and you can sense her breath on your cheek.
Her hand cups your cheek, slowly caressing you. All thoughts of escaping from this perfect position are lost.
"I love you."
Your heart tingles as you respond. "I love you, too, Sydney."
"I love you more." She chuckles.
"..."
The events of the previous day whiplash you.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asks, tilting your chin up to face her. "What happened?" Her expression drops, matching yours.
"I hope... you're wrong," you shakily let out.
"I'm wrong about what?" She whispers. Her fingers trace your scalp soothingly.
"About loving me more than I love you. I..."
Her eyes widen. "Hey, I didn't mean that!"
"I know, I know," you sigh.
She kisses you on the cheek, searching your face for answers.
"I've started thinking that maybe my past self didn't love all of you as much as I thought I did."
"Bullshit!" Sydney flares, eyes widening.
"Huh?" You slip out of your memory-induced trance.
She gently pushes both of you up into a sitting position. Crossing her legs and facing you, she takes your limp hands in hers and continues.
"That's wrong!" Her expression is bursting with passion. "You loved me too. Even... when you broke up with me, you still loved me. I wouldn't have loved you so much if I didn't sense the same feelings coming from you," she reminds you, tracing her thumbs along your palm lines.
"...are you sure?" You ask, unable to shake Brooke's haunting words.
"Yes! I know how much you loved me! I would've married you if you wanted!" She shakes her head like it's the most obvious fact in the world.
You finally release a small smile. "Really? You would've?"
"Yup. I'd still do it. If..." She gulps. "If you ever want to ask me, I'd still say yes."
The love emanating from every pore of her body outshines the darkness hidden between the lines.
"Even with my condition?" You mutter.
She nods. "For however long we last. Till death do us part, right?"
You shake your head. "Why? How could you-"
"We don't need a reason," a higher-pitched voice answers from next to Sydney.
"WAH!" Sydney falls back, completely startled by Celine, who had awoken undetected.
Celine throws her hair over one shoulder, yawning as she crawls on her knees toward you. Holding out your hands, you help her get up and land her soft butt on your lap as she wraps her small arms around you.
"We don't need a reason..." She yawns. "To love you. That's what love means, right?"
"Celine..." You mutter, holding her lovingly. "How much did you hear?"
"Most of it," she says, blushing. "Sorry."
Her snuggly hug eases the color of your thoughts.
"I still don't fully understand," you reply, "but I'll do the same. If you can love me like that, you deserve to be loved like that too."
Celine smiles and leans in to peck your nose. "Thanks, cutie."
You chuckle along with Sydney.
"You know, I..." Celine giggles shyly, hiding her face in the crook of your neck.
"What?"
"Mmm..." She grunts, starting to regret speaking up.
"Hey, what is it?" You prod, teasing the words out of her. "Don't make me tickle you..." You warn, placing your fingers gently on the sides of her belly.
"No, NO! FINE!" She instantly relents, scrambling to get off of you. You laugh and pull her back down, kissing her pouting face before placing your hands in hers.
"I... I was just gonna say that... I want to get married too. I've always wanted to walk down the aisle."
Sydney's eyes soften as Celine pulls away and looks straight at you, seeing a future she'd long fantasized about.
"I don't care what happens after that, I still want to get married to you one day," she finishes.
"Celine..." You hold her closer. "I..."
I... can't do that to them. I can't marry them! That would be so cruel of me!
But... if they want to, then...
"Hey, overthinker, earth to overthinker," Sydney waves a hand in front of your face. Celine snickers as she watches along.
"Alright, alright, I'm back," you sigh lightheartedly. "It's just a lot to think about."
Sydney nods, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing.
"How about we finish what we started last night?" She smirks. "I'm sure it'll ease you up a bit."
Celine gasps, whipping her head to you for your response.
"Morning sex is really fun~ Sydney teases. "You in?"
You let the girls' energy draw you in.
"Yeah, I'm in," you grin.
Celine's top flies to the other side of the room.
"Jesus, Celine, wait!" Sydney has to pull her away before she can drown you in her nude breasts.
"Aww, why?" Celine asks, as you stare, jaw-dropped, at the sheer volume of her chest you'd somehow forgotten. "I-GAH~!"
Your lips press forward and swirl around the skin of her boobs, dipping into the valley between the sensitive mounds and viciously licking at her chest.
"Oh, yes~~ Just like that~!" She yelps, moaning in bliss. "So good..."
"I thought I was the horniest one here," Sydney sighs, slowly unbuttoning her pajama shirt.
...
"F-fuck, I can feel you in my fucking s-stomach," Sydney groans, as you press your hips down into her, stretching her thighs out.
Her toned body glistens in the colored light filtered through the curtains.
Celine pants as she sits beside you, cooing and planting kisses on your neck as she patiently waits her turn.
"I wish you lived here," Sydney curls her hands around your shoulders, gripping until her knuckles turn white. "I'd let you take me however you want... every day..."
Her dirty talk works wonders, and she's soon rewarded by your pace growing even more aggressive. You beckon for Celine to start working on the dark-haired girl, and she happily starts turning her attention to the girl beneath you.
Sydney's moans turn unintelligible as Celine's tongue leaves shiny spots over Sydney's fit, heaving body.
"Oh fuck~, that feels so good," Sydney gasps, her eyes rolling back as Celine's lips descend on her clit, shooting arousal through her core. She arches her back as Celine's talented tongue dances, teasing and probing.
The musky smell of sex hangs heavy in the air, turning you on even more. Her walls tighten every time Celine kisses her sensitive spot, making the friction so much hotter.
"Pick me up, babe," Sydney suddenly says, her words cutting through to you. "Carry me."
Smirking, you lean down so she can wrap her arms around your neck, then slowly stand up and off the bed, keeping her with you. Her legs remain wrapped around your waist, and your hips stay pressed together. Grabbing her ass with both hands, you start to pull and push her up and down, forcing her entire body to sway.
The force of your hips slapping with hers is stronger than ever, and despite the energy it takes to carryfuck her, the sight of her incredible tits and fit body bouncing around on you is worth it. She puts in effort to match you, squeezing her thighs around you to swing her body back and forth.
"Woah... you're really strong..." Celine murmurs.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK~!" Sydney gasps for air with each yell, the wind nearly being knocked from her lungs on each push. "Shi-i-it, I needed this," she moans.
"Wha-! HEY!"
Imane pulls herself up, grumbling in a raspy whisper.
"This is my fucking bedroom, and you don't even wake me up?!?" Her voice somehow increases in pitch even further.
Celine's lips curl into an 'O', while Sydney stays frozen.
I... didn't even remember she was here...
"Uh..." You speak, slowly pulling out of Sydney's tight snatch. "Do you want to join us?" You ask, praying for her mercy.
"FUCK YOU!" She flips the double bird in your direction. "I'm joining, whether you like it or not!" She yelps, finally letting her teasing smile crack through her angry facade.
"Gimme that dick!" She yelps.
"AH!"
She grabs you and nearly pushes you down onto Sydney, your fall only softened by Celine's quick reflexes catching you and laying you down.
She crawls on her hands and knees, letting her ass sway side to side behind her. She keeps her head low, letting you have a full view of her asset, perfectly hugged by her nightgown to reveal its incredible roundness. She reaches a hand back to remove them.
You groan as she slides it off at an agonizingly slow pace, letting her ass jiggle for a moment as it finally pops off. It slides easily down her legs, brushing over her immaculately smooth thighs and calves.
"You won't forget about me ever again, riiight~?" She teases, straddling you. Her soft skin is heavenly to brush up against, even more so as she moves up until your cock presses right up against her panties.
"I won't..." You breathlessly answer.
Her hands softly paw at your chest. She lifts her hips up and grinds against your raging erection, earning a gasp from you.
"Good... because I don't like being ignored," she continues whispering, her voice growing lustful.
Before you can realize it, she pulls her panties to the side and slips her pussy around your head. She keeps her hips up, letting only the tip in.
You groan silently, all too familiar with the game she's playing. She slowly circles her hips, barely letting your tip dip within her.
"You want this?" She asks, her hand gripping the back of your neck. "I know you do."
Sydney sits back and watches the master seductress at work, impressed.
Meanwhile, Celine flushes bright red as she watches her best friend control you so effortlessly. With every word Imane speaks, Celine's thighs brush a little closer.
You don't speak, knowing she'd be fueled to hold off even longer if you did.
"Gah~, I can't take it anymore!" Imane growls after a minute, finally giving you hope of a reprieve from this torture.
With a scream, she pushes her hips down all the way, forcing your cock inside her. Her back arches as she lands, your dick only bottoming out inside her after your tip presses against her cervix.
"Fuck~ fuck~, I can't fucking believe you were fucking these two on my fucking bed," she releases, cursing every time her bouncing hips collide with you, pressing the tip of your cock against her deepest walls. "You f-fucking-MMPH!"
Celine's hands grab onto Imane's chin and pull her in for a sweet kiss, making Imane turn beet-red.
The woman riding you freezes at the kiss, so you quickly pick up the mantle and thrust upward, forcing her hips to rock back and forth as she grinds with your motion.
You silently thank Celine as you take control of the once-dominating woman. Her body submits to your every thrust, moaning as her pleasure builds. The warmth and slickness of her tight pussy feel godlike against your cock, and you can't help but pick up the pace.
Celine pulls away for a moment. Imane becomes still again, ogling her friend like an adolescent staring at their crush.
"C-C-Celine..." She whispers.
Woah, I've never seen her look that flustered before! She and Celine...
"Hey, is it ok if I... um...?" Celine asks.
"Huh?" You look up, seeing Celine's pondering face above you.
"Hey, don't ask! Just do it! They know how to handle it!" Sydney cackles.
"Oh, ok!" Celine giggles.
"Handle what?!?"
Celine throws one leg over you, spreads her wet pussy apart, and plants it right on your lips.
Your senses flood with her scent, and the hormones arising within you push your body into overdrive.
"Gaah~~!" Celine squeals as your tongue digs into her cavern, deeper than she'd ever felt it go before. She falls forward onto Imane, not faring much better as your hips thrash her insides furiously. The two girls try to kiss over your hyper-activated body, nearly unable to make their lips meet due to the sheer ecstasy.
The sound of the two girls making out above you is too much to bear, so you do what you can to try to turn them into quivering messes before they can do the same to you.
Celine smirks as her fingers dance across Imane's breasts, her nails gently squeezing in her favorite places. She pulls her hand away, leaving Imane's nipples erect and sensitive, and then taps Imane's clit lightly with her index finger.
A tremor runs through Imane's entire core, and she cums with a silent scream. She hunches over as you continue pounding unrelentingly, fueling her orgasm further.
The bedroom door opens with a creak, revealing a shy, hidden figure behind it.
"Tina! Come in," Sydney says, while the other two girls are too delirious to notice.
"O-oh, I didn't mean to... I just wanted to..." She says, unable to look away from the triangle on the bed for even a moment.
Sydney beckons her in, not buying her mutterings for a second.
"It's ok to admit that you heard us from across the house and got horny," Sydney whispers. Tina flushes bright red.
"GAAAAH~" Celine yells powerfully as she cums. She grinds her hips into your face while Imane squeezes the life out of you one last time before finally easing up and rolling off of you.
"Oh, is it my turn?" Tina excitedly eyes the newly opened seat on your cock.
"Get it, Tina!" Sydney cheers, giggling.
Celine steps off of your face, leaving you lying flat on the bed. You slowly sit up, just in time to see the petite girl moving forward, her eagerness apparent as she strips her jean shorts down.
You sit up on your knees, eyeing her fresh body. Her nipples are already red and raring to be touched, while her soft pussy invites you closer.
She leaps onto the bed and bends down, using one hand to cup your balls while she absorbs your shaft into her mouth.
"Ah..." You sigh pleasantly.
The brunette bobs her head up and down, licking off what was left of Imane's juices. Looking down at her on her hands and knees makes it impossible to resist, and you swiftly reach over her body to smack her ass. She moans and takes you deeper, nearly gagging as she takes your slap as encouragement. Her boobs jiggle back and forth as she sucks you off, nodding her head to ensure her lips and tongue grace every inch of your slick shaft.
Tina glances up every few seconds, making sure you're enjoying it. Every flash of eye contact makes you tingle with delight.
"I didn't know you liked sucking cock this much, Tina," Imane giggles, echoing your thoughts exactly. The girl with her face pressed up against your groin reacts predictably, turning even more red.
"Hey, Celine, would you mind..." Sydney spreads her legs. "I didn't get to finish earlier."
Celine eagerly nods, lowering her head until she makes contact.
Imane bites her lip, suddenly far more interested in watching Celine's devoted actions rather than teasing Tina further.
Tina's throat squelches each time you gently thrust your hips into her face. Every instinct in your body wants to grab her head and go to town, but you hold back for a moment longer. Tears well in her eyes as she takes you even further, pressing her nose into your navel. You slap the already-stinging skin of her tight ass.
"Damn, Tina, you're so good at that," you groan. "But stop now."
Understanding, she pulls away, gasping. She stays in place as you move behind her.
"I didn't want to hurt your face, but I need to get this out of me," you mutter, your tone making her shiver. "I won't hold back. Are you ok with that?"
She tilts her head back over her shoulder to look at you.
Her wet lips utter two words. "Ruin me."
You plunge into her, as deeply as you can. Her entire body trembles, knowing the pleasure and pain it is about to endure. Her moans are already guttural, almost primal.
...
Sydney's thoughts should be occupied by the thick girl virtuously eating her out, but her thoughts are consumed by the warzone beside her. Even Imane stops and stares, idly rubbing circles into her clit.
Tina's face is planted into the bed, while her ass is arched so high it looks like her back must be broken. Your hands grip her hips so tightly that her bones nearly creak.
Her pussy clamps down on you, the intensity of her sudden orgasm sending waves that threaten to slow your pace.
With another spank on the ass that you're sure will turn into a bruise later, you growl and slam down into Tina, your hips fiercely pistoning. Her eyes roll back in her head as the carnal rhythm takes over every sense. Her nails dig into your hips as she reaches her arms back, her moans growing louder and more fervent.
Your hand snakes around her waist, seeking her clit in a frenzied wish to drive her over the edge once more. Your thumb circles the sensitive nub, sparing no mercy as you violently rub and squeeze it. She releases a strangled cry as she twists and writhes beneath you.
The pain and pleasure are impossible to tell apart. She just needs more of it all.
Her second orgasm washes over her soon, but you barely notice. Each thrust makes the mattress creak in unison with your rhythm, and the rest of the girls have to keep their balance on the rocking bed.
Tina's cries become so loud that the neighbors would surely hear it if the room wasn't soundproof. Her body arches and twists with each movement. You can feel the tightness of her muscles, her pussy clenching around your cock, and it sends shivers down your spine as you finally sense your orgasm approaching. Your loins tingle, ready to unload everything you had inside her.
Her groans, combined with the audience of women moaning at the sight of Tina's treatment, drive you to the edge.
Your body tenses from head to toe, and you freeze for just a moment as the finale approaches. Your heart races and your breath becomes ragged as you slam into her one final time, instantly and completely filling her up. She gasps and cries out, not expecting the rush of ejaculation that unloads deep within her body.
"Oh… oh…" She mumbles, shaking. Your cock twitches and pulses, each one making Tina groan a little more. Your cum starts to spill out of her.
Sydney curls her toes as she's brought to another orgasm by Celine. She squeezes her nipples one last time for good measure, easing herself through the much calmer bliss than what Tina had just gone through.
Imane taps the brunette's shoulder. "Tina? Are you..."
"..."
"...alive?" Imane changes her question.
"...mmm..." Tina releases, her face still buried into the mattress. You softly pull out, but her muscles are frozen in place.
"Celine..." You mutter.
"Hmm?" She picks her head up.
"Your turn," you say, panting. "Come here."
Her eyes dilate from the mix of lust and fear swirling behind them.
"Um... are you going to do to me... what you did to Tina...?" She squeaks.
You chuckle for a moment. "No, I'm too tired for that. But I know you always let the other girls get their turn, so I want to make sure you get your chance too."
Her face breaks out into an adorable smile.
"Aw, you're so sweet..." She mumbles. "Okay! Lay down!"
...
As Celine adjusts herself, the warm wetness of her inners engulfing your cock sends you back to the realm of bliss.
"I still can't believe you chose this position, Celiny," Imane giggles, placing a hand on her friend's bubble butt and jiggling it around, giving you an eyeful.
You're lying on your back, looking up at Celine perched up on your lap, facing away from you in a reverse cowgirl position.
"I know it's not usual for me, but I wanted to try it!" Celine pouts. "I can change it if you wa-"
"Don't you dare get up," you say, mesmerized by the ass placed firmly on your lap. Imane giggles as she gives Celine's butt another light slap, making the flesh ripple multiple times before it settles down.
"Holy..." Sydney groans. "Celine, I'm jealous."
"W-why?" She turns her head over her shoulder, looking back at the three sets of eyes all staring at her butt. "Hey, you're making me self-conscious!"
Imane taps your chest. "Don't worry, you'll forget all about that in just a moment."
She gives you a wink, and you take your cue to begin.
...
"Oh, this is amazing~" Celine moans as you knead and grip her butt, gently thrusting up as she grinds her hips and arches her back.
Sydney shares a quick glance with Imane, and they both lunge towards Celine from the front, the Moroccan landing on the girl's jaw while the other lands on her abdomen, kissing her deeply.
"AH~! What are- What are you doing?!?"
Celine's cute yet dirty moans heighten the arousal of everyone in the room, her mouth parted as she accepts her friends' tongues on her body. She squirms at the unfamiliar feeling, but she quickly adapts.
Celine thrashes beneath their touch, her eyes fluttering with desire as their tongues intertwine with her skin. The three of them become one, their passion and lust growing with each kiss and touch. Sydney slides a hand down Celine's body, feeling the warmth of her skin against her fingertips. Imane's hand cups Celine's breasts, returning the teasing motions Celine had given her.
Celine moans again, her head moving from side to side as her body responds to their advances. The intoxicating sensation of being touched by two lovers simultaneously is almost too much to bear, and the pummeling shooting sparks of euphoria inside her pushes her over the top. She wants nothing more than to surrender to the desire coursing through her veins.
You begin to thrust harder, and Celine's groans grow, punctuating the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Oh, this is too much~~!" She gasps between thrusts, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pleasure at the overload of sensation the three of you are giving her. She barely has to move a muscle anymore, as your hips stretch her apart while Imane and Sydney warm up every inch of her porcelain skin.
Sydney reaches down and rubs her clit, which turns out to be the final straw.
"Oh, fuck~! YES!" Celine screams, her orgasm washing over her as she clings to Imane's shoulders for support. The intensity of Celine's pleasure fills the room, and Imane and Sydney lean in to catch every gasping breath she takes. Celine's body stills for a moment, then trembles as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through her.
Imane's hands grip Celine's hips tightly, vicariously feeling the heat and ecstasy that her best friend is experiencing.
Sydney pulls away from Celine's body, her smile wide and victorious. She winks at Imane, who leans down to whisper in Celine's ear:
"That was so fucking hot."
Celine mumbles and turns her head away, making Imane chuckle.
"Sorry I didn't last long..." Celine turns back to tell you.
"Don't worry about that," you grin. "As long as you had fun, it's worth it."
"I did!" She cheers. "It feels... kind of fun," she giggles.
"Wow, sex can be fun? Tell me more!" Imane bats her eyes.
Celine laughs. "No, I mean, it feels fun to be... ah... used."
Imane's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
"I mean! Wait, no!" Celine gulps. "Well... yeah. Just letting go and letting you all do whatever you want to me feels... satisfying, I guess."
Imane's lips remain ajar.
Sydney nods slowly. "So... that's definitely a kink..."
Celine whips her head around to Sydney.
"What?!? No, that's not a kink! I'm not... kinky!"
"..."
"..."
"Stop looking at me!" Celine pouts.
...
"Where are you going?"
Tina grips your arm a little tighter as you begin to sit up.
"Oh, um... I need to head back home. I have to think about some stuff."
That therapist, for one. And Janet, too.
"What stuff?" Imane asks, pouting as you continue sitting up.
"It's noth..."
You glance at Celine. She looks back patiently.
You gulp and swallow the excuses that flow too easily from your lips. "It's actually... something really important. Something I should've told you all before."
The effort it takes to spit out those words is all worth it once you see the small smile growing on Celine's lips.
"Tell us," Sydney says, finger-combing your hair back into place and settling down beside you.
You sit comfortably. "Something's been going on for a while now. I started getting these texts..."
...
"What the fuck?!?" Tina blurts. "That's awful! Are you ok?"
Imane squeezes your hand, lost in thought.
You nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not sure what to do. The stalker hasn't asked me to do anything yet."
"Hmm..."
The girls ponder it for a minute, occasionally livening up with an idea before settling back upon further consideration.
"I don't know what you can do. If they haven't done anything, I doubt the police will look into it," Sydney sighs.
"Maybe you should talk to that woman again. Your ex-girlfriend," Celine suggests, her usually pleasant expression stricken by a deep frown. "She might have a clue. What was her name again?"
You blink. "Wait, you want me to tell her about all this?"
"Oh, no! If she's involved, that would be really bad. Just ask her about your past! See if she can help you remember anyone who might want to do this to you," Celine clarifies.
"Hmm..."
"Besides, she might be able to help you remember more about your past anyway, right? You've only known us for four years at most." Sydney adds on.
"Yeah, you have a point. It can't hurt to talk to her again," you state.
"Go do it now! The longer you wait, the more chances the stalker has to do something bad!" Tina cries out.
"She's right. You should go see her as soon as you can," Imane finally speaks up.
You stand up and walk to the door, determined to follow their advice.
"Hey," you whip your head around. Four sharp sets of eyes attentively watch.
"Can we keep this between us? Just for now. I don't want to scare the rest of the girls."
"...i'm not very good at keeping secrets..." Tina gulps. "But I'll try."
"Me too," Imane chimes in. "I don't want everyone to be worried either. As long as nothing else happens, we can keep quiet about this."
"Thanks," you smile.
...
You slip your shoes on and slide your coat up over your shoulders.
I hope she's at the office today.
"H-hey..." A soft voice calls.
"Hey, Celine," you nod, leaning down to whip your shoelaces into a double knot. She's fully dressed, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a light blue sleeveless top.
"..."
She purses her lips, keeping her thumbs tucked into the waistline of her pants.
"Something wrong?" You ask, glancing up at her.
"N-no! Um... I just noticed that you didn't get to finish inside me earlier," she says.
"Ah, don't worry about that. I'm already pretty satisfied, ha," you reassure her, grinning.
Her head tilts a little lower. Her thumbs imperceptibly slide closer to the front of her pants, gently stretching the fabric a centimeter downward.
"Celine." You narrow your eyes. "You mean..."
She picks her head up, pursing her lips again. Though she keeps herself silent, her eyes betray her thoughts.
You slowly walk toward her, testing her.
Celine blinks, standing up taller and taking a deep breath in.
You finally reach her and bring one hand around her body to place directly on her butt, giving her a firm squeeze.
She nearly moans, but bites her bottom lip sharply to stop it.
Silently, you place your hand on her shoulder and turn her to face the wall right beside the front door, downstairs from the bedroom where the rest of the girls still were.
"Be good for me, Celine," you whisper.
You get behind her and reach forward, leaving a few small kisses on the back of her neck as you unbutton her jeans. She's already heaving and squirming, and your kisses force her first small moan out of her.
Her pants come down to her ankles, and you pull yours down a few inches. She's still wet, and as soon as you lift her shirt and push in, she arches her head up and gasps.
"F-fuu..." She groans, fighting against her urge to scream.
You start thrusting quickly, knowing that the girls would get suspicious quickly.
"Shit, you're still so tight," you mutter, as you press forward and push her until her chest presses against the wall. Her hands brace the impacts of your thrusts, while her ass is pointed out to receive more. "You can tell me how much you love this," you whisper, "as long as you're quiet."
"Oh, y-yes~ I love this sooo much~" She quietly whispers, groaning continuously as her cheek is forced into the wall. "Please don't stop~"
You slide your hands between her body and the wall to grab her breasts, loving how easily accessible her entire body is against the wall.
"Celine? Are you ok? Did they leave?"
Her eyes widen as Tina's voice rings out from upstairs. She starts to turn around, placing one hand away from the wall and on your hip.
With one hand pushing and pulling her body back into you, you use your other hand to grab hers and roughly place it back on the wall, not giving her a choice as you continue fucking her mercilessly, only planning on stopping once you finished.
This single action scratches the deepest fantasy she'd never realized she had, and before she can even think to speak, her vision goes dark, and she orgasms.
"Syd was right about that kink of yours, wasn't she?" You tease, just before the inimitable squeeze her walls give your cock presses you into your own orgasm, one that lasts several seconds as her hips buck back into you to receive it.
"Celine?"
You pull out and yank your pants back up as footsteps near the top of the stairwell. Celine moves with surprising speed, doing the same.
"Oh, there you are. You're still here?" Imane asks, looking down innocently at the two of you.
"Yeah, I just... um... I'll be going now," you say, shuffling awkwardly toward the door. "Bye!"
"Seeya!" Imane waves.
"Bye-bye," Celine says, keeping her head turned down so her friend can't see how red she is.
"Thanks for that..." Celine whispers, for your ears only.
Imane grins slyly.
...
"Hey, is that woman here?" You ask, craning your head down to speak through the glass pane separating you from the receptionist.
The old man sighs, listlessly lifting his head from his monitor until he acknowledges your presence.
"You might have to be more specific."
You blink slowly. "I don't know her name, but the therapist who I was speaking to last time."
The man slowly nods and lowers his glasses from his forehead until they sit on the tip of his nose. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No," you sigh. "I just really need to-"
"You have to make an appointment to speak to a therapist," he recites.
"I'm not here for an appointment!" You speak up, placing one hand on his desk. "I just need to talk to her."
"Relationship problems should be handled outside of the office," he continues in his monotonous tone.
You inhale deeply.
"L-l-looking for me?" A shy voice says.
"Ah!" You exclaim, turning to the woman peeking her head out of the doorway to your left. "Hey! I came back for you."
"O-oh! You..." She tilts her chin down and blushes. as she steps through the door.
"T-that's not what I meant," you stumble, accidentally mimicking her stutter.
"Hehe," she giggles. "I know."
Even the slightest of giggles from her knocks the air out of your lungs. It's impossible not to smile along.
"So w-w-why are you here?" She asks, folding her hands in front of her.
"Oh, uh..."
You recall what the girls suggested.
"I wanted to remember more about my past. I was hoping talking with you could help a little."
"..."
She chews her lip thoughtfully. After a brief glance at the receptionist, she slowly sighs.
"I'm sorry to ask this during your working hours," you grimace, realizing why she was hesitant.
"No, it's ok," she nods, eyebrows furrowing. "I d-don't have anyone booked for a l-l-little while. Let's go outside."
She leads the way through an employee-only door into a private area at the back of the building. You keep your eyes firmly away from the pencil skirt that struggles to conceal the asset rocking side to side behind her as she walks.
"Here should be good," she nods. "Nice and p-private."
"Thanks for doing this," you grin politely.
She shakes her head. "I w-want to help you remember too."
She looks up at you expectantly, awaiting your first question.
"Ok, um... we dated in college, right?" You confirm.
"Yes," she confidently answers. You chuckle at her eager response, making her eyes light up as she beckons you for more.
"Ok! Ah..."
The next ten seconds unfold silently.
What do I say? I can't just jump into what I actually want to ask - that'll make her suspicious!
I'll just keep the conversation going.
"Are you... dating anyone now?" You finally blurt.
Her cheeks turn bright crimson. She stumbles over her words more than usual as she responds.
"N-n-n-no, I'm not. W-w-why do you a-ask?!?"
"Really?" You gasp. "Well, um..." You hesitate, then continue. "I'm sure you already know this, but you're very pretty. I assumed lots of guys would be trying to get with you."
She smiles wistfully, barely revealing the extent of her buried pain.
"No, guys have never been i-i-interested in me. It's my s-s-stutter. It creeps people out. They always th-th-think I'm n-nervous about myself."
Despite the short time you've known her, the disheartenment that arises in you at the sight of her downcast face is on par with what you feel toward your girlfriends when they're in a bad mood.
"That's never the impression I got," you admit. "I just thought it was a part of who you are. It's sad to hear that you were judged so much because of it."
She grins slightly. "You never judged me. Y-you never even s-said anything about it after we started hanging out until I brought it up. T-that's w-w-why I like you."
Her smile makes the world a little brighter. "Ah! Well, tha-"
"LIKED! I m-meant I LIKED you! N-not like you, like like you, like now!" She sheepishly corrects, covering her mouth with her hand and turning her head down out of embarrassment.
You chuckle. "I get it, don't worry."
"..."
She continues gigging at her mistake, slowly falling into silence.
"..."
"If I can ask... why did we break up?" You try.
"Huh? I t-told you last time!" She cocks her head. "After we g-g-graduated, you wanted to come to LA."
"Yes, but..." You shake your head. "I remembered something from back then."
Her eyes widen. She brushes some of her blonde locks over her ears and listens closer.
"It was of you... screaming at me." You wince as it comes to mind. "And breaking up with me, I assume. I don't remember anything else, but-"
"That was just a fight!" She exclaims, stepping closer. "I... I remember that. It was the worst fight we'd ever had. But I never broke things off with you, I just said that in the heat of the moment."
"Hm," you grunt. "I see."
"But still... you called me a 'stupid, lying prick'. Why? What did I do?" You continue prying.
Some strands of hair she'd tucked now reenter her grasp, twirling around her index finger.
"Well, ah, you... um... I..."
Her heel taps the floor, and her thumbs twiddle around each other.
You lean back against the wall, slightly furthering yourself from the palpable anxiety she's emanating.
"You don't have to talk about it. I don't want you to have to relive it," you finally say.
She nearly falls in utter relief.
"Thank you, t-thank you..." She groans, placing her smooth palm on her collarbone. "I wish I could talk about it, but it's so hard to..."
"Then let's talk about something else," you jump in, hating the appearance of her beautiful smile twisted into something so unsightly.
"Sure," she nods gratefully. "Actually, can I ask you something?" She raises a finger.
"Yeah, of course!" You grin, clearing away the misery on her face a little more.
"Are you dating anyone?" She returns your question.
Oh, boy.
"...mmhmm," you nod, pressing your lips into a thin line.
Her posture sags an inch. Her breathing deepens, and her smile falls.
"Only one...?" She asks, tilting her head. "Or..."
"UM-!" You gulp.
How the fuck...?!
"How did you know?" You blurt. "I'm... actually dating a few people."
To put it mildly...
"O-oh!" She blinks. "I.. ah... h-haha..." She tucks her hair behind her ear. "I can't say I'm s-surprised."
"Oh? You're not?" You gasp.
"Well, you were a-a-always really popular with the g-girls at school, s-so..."
"O-oh!" You gasp. "Really?"
"Yes!" She cries. "So many of them followed you around, trying to get with you. And w-when we started dating, they tried to get into threesomes with us or ask if you would be open to a second girlfriend. When you rejected them, they..."
Her face sinks. She suddenly seems much older, with years of pain streaking across her expression.
"They... what?" You whisper, leaning in. Your hands automatically cup her shoulders, steadying her. She reaches out and holds your arms, staring at the floor.
"They used to say really awful things," she states. "About me. About you. It was hell."
You listen intently.
"I almost dropped out of school because of them. But you kept me sane."
"..."
You reach out for a hug at the same instant she does. A slight glance in each other's eyes is enough to satisfy each of you before you close the gap between your bodies.
It's heavenly. Her perfume is so faint that you couldn't detect it previously from a foot away, but at a closed distance, your nose is blessed. It's not only pleasant but nostalgic and homely, erasing all doubts in your mind as to your past relationship with her.
I think one of the girls wears something similar. I've smelled something like it before.
Her hands are soft and inviting, and her body proportions fit snugly into yours.
Feelings from a past you don't remember awake from their dormancy.
Her hands trace down your back delicately, making it impossible not to sink into her arms.
"Hmm..." She hums softly, vibrating your chest.
Her gentle touch pushes you closer to the memories that had remained out of reach until now.
"Hey...?" She mutters, lips barely moving.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really, really sorry if you don't know this yet... but I h-have to tell you something..." She whispers.
Anxiety shoots its icy strands through your body, paralyzing you in place.
"Tell me what?"
She softly sighs. "You... have a brain tumor. A t-t-terminal one."
You release a massive sigh, nearly slipping out of her grip before her agile arms catch you and squeeze you closer.
"I know, I know that," you sigh, panting. "For some reason, I thought you were going to say something a lot worse..."
"Oh, that's good!" She chuckles, her tension ebbed away. "I was s-scared your girlfriends hadn't told y-you..."
"..."
You stare over her shoulder. The fear that had been driven out of you returns, even more menacingly than before.
"...huh?" She pulls away and examines your face. "What's w-with the face?"
Your lips open, but you don't want to speak.
"What is it?" She pries, patting your chest. "You l-look terrified!"
Her heartbeat quickens as she sees you lost in thought.
"How..." You finally speak. "How did you know that?"
"That you had a tumor?!" She exclaims. You nod.
"Why wouldn't I? You told me! You..."
She takes a breath. "You called me and told me months ago. You said that you wanted to talk to me again, especially if we wouldn't get the chance to see each other again before you passed. I.."
The rest of her words melt into mush in your mind.
Only one thought cuts through the sensation of blood pounding in your head.
I told her. I told HER.
You slip out of her arms. Her hands fall to her side loosely.
"Was I not supposed to know that?" She whispers, interleaving her fingers in front of her. "I'm sorry..."
"No, it's..." You shrug. "It's the opposite."
She chews her lip. "...what do you-"
"I have to go. See you," you bluntly let out. Without another word, you throw open the back door and walk back the way you came.
"The... opposite?" She mutters, blinking.