“I’m going to come,” he tells me, retreating, and then wet, viscous warmth covers my face, my hair, my lips.

I dart my tongue out to taste it. It’s salty and slimy.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he informs me in that metallic voice.

That’s only fair. He killed the girl I used to be tonight.

I know, deep down, that however much I am enjoying myself, I’m not going to keep doing this with him. First of all, he’s gotten what he wanted from me. He won’t be interested in more. He’s a billion years away from me, in both experience and social standing. There’s no we. He wanted to use me, and he has. But I’m secretly grateful for the awakening. Now, I know this is a part of me, that sex needs to be in the equation for me to be happy with anyone.

I’m thinking of Noah while covered in Keller’s cum. I am a terrible person. First of all, I decided to break up with him earlier today, but I haven’t yet, so I’m cheating. But I’m also horrible because he’s been my friend my entire life, and he’s always been kind, nice, and patient with me, and I’ve never, ever wanted him like I want Keller. I don’t want his cock in my mouth or my ass. I’m not craving to know what it feels like deep in my pussy.

I only want Keller.

Fuck. He’s likely already tired of me, and here I am, desperate for more. How am I going to get over him?

18. Claire

18

CLAIRE

I wake to unfamiliar surroundings, dazed for one blink. Then I remember, mostly because parts of my body that never ached are calling for my attention. My throat. My clit. My asshole.

Oh my god. My hands fly to my eyes, covering them in shame as lewd memories jump right back to my mind. Embarrassingly, my pussy walls respond, immediately tightening in need, feeling empty.

Oh my god.

“Would you like to take a bath?”

My gaze jumps in the direction of the sound, finding Keller leaning in a doorway, wearing nothing but a towel around his wet, glistening body.

“I imagine you’re rather sore after all that.” He just waves vaguely, the gesture encompassing all of my humiliating memories.

“No, thank you,” I snap, although god knows I am very sore.

A bath sounds amazing. Just not here. I need to get out of here. Immediately.

Dragging my eyes away from Keller’s bare chest, I force myself to sit up, intending to get up, but the sight of my own body under the sheets stops me in my stride. I’m entirely naked. I gasp, trying to remember how I got that way.