«Rennie, you've been acting a little strange lately... Are you sure everything's okay?» Isabelle asks, concerned.
The moon shines high outside the window of what used to be her bedroom—now ours—casting a pale silver glow over our naked skin.
She's lying on top of me, chest to chest, while my cum still drips from her ass.
Yeah, ever since that day at spa, it's like Isabelle forgot she has a pussy too.
Sex with her is still the greatest pleasure in the world, yet this time felt... different, somehow.
Or rather, I know what was different—I just don't understand why.
It's about Elaine.
Yesterday, in the school bathroom, we were this close to fucking—but at the last second, she pulled away.
She said things with that Tyler guy are getting more serious than she expected, and that we can't act like two single best friends anymore.
According to her, it would be deeply disrespectful to a guy who's clearly getting closer to her every day.
