Oh fuck.
"AHHH!" Poki screams, making Lily flinch and look up, complete regret and fear written across her face as she sees two staring sets of eyes peeking through the crack - one filled with disbelief, the other with panic.
Poki quickly pulls up a blanket, covering herself and Lily.
Lily's eyes start to well with tears, her body almost frozen in shock. Imane almost pulls her in, but Lily doesn't let her, opting to stay on the opposite side of the bed.
Michael gently pushes the door open, unable to move his feet forward.
You gently help him in, following close behind.
All four of you remain in silence, a wild flurry of panic and worry occurring behind nervous faces. The air in the room feels stifling, and you want nothing more than to run.
"Michael..." Lily finally croaks out, her voice barely audible.
"...how long?" He whispers, unable to even look her in the eye.
"..."
"...a few times..." Lily says, unwilling to lie.
Michael rubs his temple, the stress finally causing him to feel the effects of his sleep deprivation.
"Poki..." He finally says. Her eyes snap up, his tone worrying her.
"i need... to talk to you... now."
Poki grimaces, fearing what he would say.
She looks back and forth between Michael and Lily, not seeing any expression from the girl.
He heads for the door, taking one look back and subtly clenching his fist before leaving.
Imane gets up and quickly puts on some clothes while her eyes silently beg you for help.
Your mind races for ways to salvage your circumstance.
I'm the reason they were even doing this. And not to mention the things I've done with Lily...
This is my fault. So I need to fix this... somehow.
Imane walks out, her usual confidence completely shriveled.
You hesitantly sit down across the room from Lily, watching Lily's shoulders begin to shake as she sobs.
...
"Michael... it wasn't her fault," Imane starts, hoping to take all the blame onto herself. "It was mine. We would never have done anything... if I hadn't-"
"I saw her face. She fucking liked it," Michael says, too exhausted to raise his voice.
"...I'm so sorry. Please don't... leave her," she begs.
"Why did you do it?"
"...what?"
"Seduce her. That's what you were gonna say, right? Why?"
"I just... fuck, I don't know! I..." She throws her hands up in exasperation, realizing her lustful desires might become the cause of a broken relationship between two of her closest friends.
"Is that... all you did? You just fucked her?"
"...well, yes..."
Michael swallows, leaning on the wall for support.
"I mean..." He mutters under her breath. "...i guess i did say she could..."
"Wait, what?!?" Poki asks, barely picking up on his mumbling.
"She asked me once," he slowly continues, staring at the floor, "if I would ever let her do something like this. Just... to try being with a girl, she said. Like... a cheat pass. She said I could have one too with someone else. It would... spice things up, I suppose."
His eyes widen as he realizes that he said too much.
"..."
Realizing that it was too late to take it back, he continues. "And... there's no way in hell I would have said yes. Except... I kinda did."
"Why?"
Despite everything, he chuckles for a moment. "Because I thought you two would fuck anyway."
"...oh."
"And... I guess I was right. That was so long ago, I almost forgot about it." He shakes his head, his anger now dissipated.
"So, technically, it's... ok? What we did?" Poki tentatively asks.
He reluctantly nods, before furrowing his brows. "You did do it multiple times, though... and behind my back."
He thinks further.
"Shit, Lily's probably really worked up. I should go back in," he says, snapping back to attention as he realizes he had left Lily out of the loop.
He walks back in, making your head snap up in worry.
But your heart calms down as he rushes over and hugs Lily, her small body appearing even tinier in his arms.
"...i'm sorry," she whimpers.
"It's ok, baby. Remember what we talked about? I... I mean, I guess I don't have a choice now, but... I'm ok with it. Just... let's talk next time, ok?" He says, Lily's fragile appearance bringing a caring instinct out of him.
She nods, her hair gently bouncing up and down.
"But... we only agreed to once..." She says.
"I know. But... it's ok. I forgive you." He pulls her closer.
Imane comes and sits next to you, a huge weight lifted off of her shoulders.
Leaning over, she explains the important pieces of her conversation with Michael. Your eyes widen as you realize the agreement they had made, and a renewed sense of guilt washes over you.
But he still doesn't know about me and Lily.
While Michael rests his head on Lily's shoulder, she looks up, drawing your attention.
She gives you a knowing look through the drying tears, and you know she's thinking the same thing.
She slowly mouths out the words, "I'll figure it out."
You nod gratefully, wondering how she planned to do it.
...
"Aria?"
"Hey. Is everything ok?" She asks.
Relieved to hear her voice, you respond.
"Yeah. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. And that our meeting with Kimi... is still going to happen."
"I'm ok. I'll be getting there any minute now."
"Alright. I'll see you there."
"Bye."
You hang up, noting Aria's serious demeanor.
Let's get this over with.
...
Toast logs off of his computer after he finishes replying to emails, standing up and stretching as he prepares for the rest of the day. He sits back down, pulling out his phone and checking the time.
As per usual, he pauses for a second longer as Miyoung's face pops up on his lock screen next to his, both of them making silly faces in the photo.
He runs his thumb along the screen, sighing.
His knee starts to bob up and down nervously as he thinks, fear creeping into his mind as realizes that everything would change after today, for better or for worse.
He stops himself from going too far, cooling his nerves.
NO. No. I've spent so long trying to do this...
I can't put this off any longer. No excuses, no alternative options, nothing.
Today I'm telling her. No matter what.
His heart rate quickens as a notification from her appears.
hey toast
sorry but i cant come at 11
can i come over this afternoon instead
Yeah ofc
thanks
He frowns, wondering what could be taking up her morning.
I shouldn't worry. She's still coming over later. Then... I'll do it.
...
Your heart clenches as you see Kimi start to walk toward you from the parking lot, her dress slightly swaying in the wind.
Her posture lacks any of the confident qualities you remembered, instead replaced by an anxious, uncertain girl.
Where's Aria? Shit, I don't want to be alone with Kimi.
Answering your wish, Aria arrives mere seconds after, making you breathe a sigh of relief.
Wait... she has someone else with her. Is that... Miyoung? What the...
The two girls walk toward you, and you keep your eye on all three of them.
Miyoung... looks like she knows what's happening. Aria must have told her. Damn, I don't want this getting out to even more people.
Kimi reaches you first, sitting down on the opposite side of the bench you had chosen, facing her back to the view.
Aria and Miyoung silently sit on either side of you, hardened expressions written on their faces.
"I was scared - I needed some company. I hope you don't mind. She's trustworthy," Aria whispers to you.
Miyoung gives you a knowing look filled with understanding and solemnity, and you return her gaze, your eyes flitting across her perfectly proportioned face and wavy hair.
Aria slowly reaches across her lap to you, pulling on your forearm and intertwining her fingers with yours. You slowly start to feel at ease.
But you suddenly feel another sensation on your other side, and your eyes snap back to Miyoung as she wraps her fingers around your other hand while staring straight ahead. She squeezes tightly, and you can tell she's anxious too.
"You don't all have to look so serious, you know..." Kimi says, clearly nervous.
"..."
"Sorry. I'm just... thank you for meeting with me. I, um... I didn't know you'd be bringing..." She glances over at Miyoung, then back at Aria.
However, Aria offers no explanation, instead simply moving the conversation forward.
"Well? What did you want to say?"
"Right, right. Um... I wanted to meet with you in person today," Kimi says directly to you. You feel yourself start to burn up whenever you make eye contact with her, and she looks a little hurt by your inability to hold her gaze.
"To tell you how truly stupid I've been. But I think you already know that. I'm here because Aria told me that rather than just keeping my distance from you forever, I should... try for a second chance." She speaks slowly, clearly having practiced her words beforehand.
You look at Aria, seeing her nodding.
She continues, "I want to get to know you. And to be with you." She shakes her head, regretting her word choice. "Not in that way! I mean, um... I want to... start fresh. and hang out with you. Just as... friends." She utters the last word with an air of hopefulness.
You swallow, realizing it's your turn to speak.
"I... Kimi..." You stop, deciding to be completely honest. "I don't even think I can look you in the eyes. To rebuild anything between us... will take some time. A lot of time. And I don't know what's in it for me."
She listens closely, hanging on to every word.
"I think..." Aria answers for her, "This has less to do with what you get out of it. This is about her. She's... distraught. She's been having trouble sleeping because of what she did, and she wants to have your forgiveness. To earn your forgiveness."
Kimi turns a little red, not expecting Aria to spill the secrets she had revealed to her earlier.
"And what... do you want to do to earn that?" You ask, praying she would offer something other than... her usual services.
"I... don't know."
"You don't know?" You ask.
"I... was thinking you could help me. I'll do... anything you want, really. I just..." She sighs.
"This was the worst mistake of my life. And I should be facing much worse consequences. But I'm not, because you're too kind. And I... I just want to make it up to you. I don't want you to look at me the way you do any longer."
You start to think of what it would take for you to trust her again.
"I want you to apologize," you decide.
"What? I did-"
"Not to me. To everyone. To Daph. To Aria. To everyone who was worried when you told them I was 'missing', and to everyone you lied to."
She stares down, contemplating.
"But... then they'll all know..." She mutters.
You don't waver, steadfastly standing your ground as you prepare for her to beg for better treatment or call you out for being cruel.
"Ok. I'll... I'll do it."
"Wait... really?" You ask incredulously.
"Yes. And this won't make up for everything, I know. But... it'll be a start. Right?"
You nod, taken aback.
"Ok. I won't waste anymore of your time. I'll..." She stands up, straightening her dress.
"Kimi. Wait."
You stand up, moving around to the other side of the table. You feel a tight feeling in your chest, but you push yourself closer to her, her eyes widening as she sees you approach.
You lean forward, forcing your muscles into action.
She gasps, but doesn't waste the opportunity, hesitantly leaning forward to meet you. You close your eyes and feel your body gently touch hers as her arms slowly wrap around you. You do the same, feeling yourself relax a tiny bit in her gentle hug.
You quickly pull off, stepping away before the smell of her perfume could bring up too many bad memories.
"Thank you," she says, tearing up.
You remain silent, moving back to the other side of the table.
"You're not forgiven yet. Not even close. But... I hope you can sleep better tonight."
...
"That was incredible," Aria says, breaking the long silence.
"Oh, it was... I don't know, really. A part of me never wants to see her again, but another part... doesn't want her to suffer forever for this."
Miyoung nods as she rubs your arm with her soft fingers, both of you sitting in the back of Aria's car as she drives you home.
"You did great. I don't know if I would have been so kind," Miyoung says.
"Yeah, you looked like you wanted to murder her!" You joke.
"Hey! No I didn't! That's kinda messed up!" Miyoung exclaims, her familiar line making you giggle.
Aria pulls up outside of your house, beckoning for you to go.
"Actually, um..." You awkwardly bite your lip, not sure how to ask this.
"What's up?"
"Can one of you... stay with me for a bit? I feel like I would like some company right now. It's ok if you don't-"
"Yeah!" Miyoung quickly scoots out of the car, gesturing for you to follow her.
"Oh! Um, thanks, Miyoung!"
Waving goodbye to Aria, both of you step inside, hand in hand.
...
"So, why did you want company?" Miyoung asks as you both lay on your bed.
"Oh, um... I guess I just wanted someone to talk to. I feel like I have a lot of stuff pent-up inside," you earnestly reveal. "But I don't want to take up too much of your time."
"Oh, don't worry about that. I was already planning on coming over," she says, her arms sweeping over the soft blanket.
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Toast invited me. He hasn't told me what we're doing yet, but he said to come over..." She checks her phone. "About an hour and a half from now."
"I see."
"You look really tense," she notices. "It looks like you could use some loosening up."
"Yeah, I definitely could."
"Would you like a massage? I can give a pretty good one."
"Oh, yes! I would love one."
You lay on your stomach, letting out a deep breath as her small hands begin to dig into your back.
"Ohhh, yeahhh," you groan as she reaches a tight spot, her dexterous fingers working out the knots in your back.
She straddles you to get to your shoulders, placing her legs on either side of you.
"Ow!" You yelp as she starts to work on your lower neck.
"Woah! I barely touched it!"
"Oh... I guess you were right. I am pretty tense. I haven't really let loose in a while."
"Well, that's what your masseuse is for," she says, smiling.
"Mmm... well, what can my masseuse do for me?" You ask, playing along.
"Hmm, well, if you take off your shirt, I could do a little better..." She slyly suggests.
You grin as you raise your arms, letting her slip your shirt up and over your head.
She doesn't hesitate to get back onto you, her arms warming up your back as she continues working her magic.
Being more careful, she starts to gently rub your shoulders, softening them up. From time to time, her fingers brush along your skin, feeling the muscles in your arms and back.
"Hmm, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get my shirt off for another reason," you tease.
"Sir, please. This is a very professional process. I would do nothing... of the sort," she roleplays, as she gently drags her fingers down your back and to the hem of your pants.
You inhale sharply as you feel her fingers move down, your lower back now receiving her treatment.
"Hmm, getting a little low there, aren't you?"
"Well, sir... you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit."
You feel a tingle down your spine as she addresses you once more as sir. You swallow nervously as you feel something unexpectedly begin to stir down below.
"Oh no," you mutter under your breath.
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"Don't... say..." You whisper, the tent in your pants now uncomfortably pressing into the bed below.
"Don't say what..." She leans close to your ear, her hair tickling your skin as she whispers in a sultry tone, "Sir?"
"Um... can I flip over? You can massage me from the front." You ask, willing to do anything to get rid of the tight feeling.
She grins and lifts herself up, letting you flip over onto your back.
She sinks back down, continuing to straddle you as she eyes your chest.
Her cleavage distracts you, her healthy chest making you stare a second longer than you intend to.
"Is there something on me, sir?" She asks, barely holding back a smirk.
"No! Um... you can continue."
Her hands roam your body, her fingers feeling up your abs and arms.
"This doesn't feel much like a massage anymore," you mutter, liking it.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Tell me, does this feel better?"
She slides down to your waist, making you silently gasp as she sits down on your bulge. She begins to shift her weight, rubbing her crotch against yours.
"...fuck..." You say, gently grinding your hips against hers.
She pulls her hands away. "Sir. Please stay still and let me work."
She continues to grind on you, her pace almost intolerably slow.
Her hands start to squeeze tighter, her breathing becoming more erratic as she feels your cock poking into her.
"Miyoung..." You moan out.
"Call me mistress," she says, an edge of submissive playfulness in her voice.
"What's... gotten into you?" You ask.
"Oh, you don't like it? Hm, fine," she says as she begins to get off.
"No wait! Miy- Um, mistress... I love it." She shivers in delight at her new title, rewarding you by sitting back down and picking up the pace, her heat emanating through the material.
She moves one hand to your crotch, unbuttoning your jeans.
"Sir... can I?"
You nod, begging for her touch.
She softly strokes you through your boxers, making you lean your head back as your cock finally starts to get some attention.
You place your hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently to egg her on.
"Hands to yourself, sir. As I said, let me do my job."
You retract your hand, forcing yourself to keep your cool.
She pulls down your underwear, unsheathing your rock-hard cock to the air. She blows on the tip, the cool air surprisingly stimulating.
She gets on her knees, beginning to stroke you with both hands. She keeps her head low to kiss your shaft, licking along the sides.
You inhale at the sight of her shaking her ass in the air, a smile growing across her face as she notices.
You habitually reach a hand out to her head.
"Sir, you're doing a great job," she says, as your hand is just about to reach her. "It would be a shame for me to have to stop because you can't listen."
You pull back, silently cursing under your breath.
Sensing your impatience, she dives onto your cock, engulfing you into her as far as her throat would allow.
You reflexively buck your hips, driving yourself even deeper as you get hit with a spike of pleasure.
She continues her blowjob, skillfully using her hands while her lips and tongue keep your cock warm.
"Mistress... faster..."
She picks up the pace, pulling her hair behind her ear. She looks up, making eye contact with you, and you see her soft eyes harden with lust.
She devotes herself to the task, working to elicit every ounce of pleasure she can in you.
She reaches one hand down to her clit, unable to resist rubbing herself any longer.
Seeing how horny she had become turns you on even more, and you can barely hold back from touching her.
She starts to bring you closer to the brink, her tongue and hands working in tandem to bring you to heaven.
"I'm close..." You let out.
She continues, watching you closely.
"Yes, yes..." You cry, moments away from orgasm. She pulls away, her touch leaving you just before you can reach it.
"What the fuck!?!" You say, genuinely mad.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," she says, struggling to keep up her character while getting wet at the passion emanating from you. "Did you want something more?"
"Mistress..." You say, reaching toward her. "Don't play coy with me." You stare up and down at her, fantasizing about her delicate body underneath yours.
"Sir, didn't I say no touching... ~oh, fuck~..." She can't help but release a moan as your hands reach her waist and slide up her shirt, her skin igniting at your touch.
"You don't want my touch, mistress?" You say, your voice becoming raspy with desire. "Tell me you don't want it, and I'll stop."
Your hands begin to fondle her breasts while you breathe hot air onto her neck, her body trembling in your arms.
Her voice trembles from lust as she tries to keep up her demeanor. "Sir... please..."
"Please what?" You ask, your eyes flitting over her smooth skin as your hands dig into the hem of her skirt.
Her breathing is quick and shallow, and her eyes nearly roll back into her head as your fingers make contact with her clit.
"Take me."
You push her over, tackling her onto the bed. Your eyes show her just how much you need her, and she loves it.
You pull off her shirt, practically tearing it off to dive into her chest.
"OH!" She yelps as you attack her soft mounds of flesh, kissing and licking her breasts as she grabs hold of your head.
"Oh... fuck me," she says, her facade completely falling as you wrap her in pleasure, your fingers sliding further down.
"Mistress..." You groan, making her convulse in pleasure as your fingers enter her sopping opening.
"Yes?"
"Why did you tease me like that? You know you'll be punished for it," you remark, reveling in the prospect.
"Oh, sir... I'm no fool. I wanted... this side of you." She bites her lip to stifle her moan as you add yet another finger, her insides begging for release.
"You wanted this? To see me... ravage you?"
"~Ohhh, fuck yes~" She moans, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Good."
You pull your fingers out, exposing her wet slit to the cool air for a moment before aligning yourself and pushing in. She throws her head back in pleasure, giving you the chance to bite down on her exposed neck.
"You're mine, mistress. Don't you forget it," you say after pulling away, the soft, precious skin of her neck already beginning to blot red with a hickey.
"Yes, master," she says, unexpectedly upgrading your title.
You start to thrust, the bedframe shaking beneath you as she holds you tight, her arms and legs pushing you deeper inside.
Filled with newfound energy, you don't hesitate to pound her into the mattress, the sound of your hips slamming into hers almost as loud as her moans of writhing pleasure.
Your arms wrap around her back, cupping her ass to give you even better leverage. Your cock hits her at every possible angle, each thrust to her sensitive spots leaving her quivering.
She drapes one leg over your shoulder and turns to her side, the new direction giving her a new shockwave of pleasure. Her tight walls rapidly squeeze and grasp you, making you hiss in ecstasy at the wonderful feeling.
You lean forward, capturing her lips in yours once more. She lets out her passion into you, her hands squeezing your back while her nails dig into your skin.
"...fuck, more..." she says, her body beginning to freeze up. You can tell she's close, so you use one hand to massage her clit exactly as you've learned to through experience, quickly bringing her over the edge.
She silently rides out her orgasm, her expression looking surprisingly cute.
Your cock still rages for more, and you don't give her a second to rest.
You flip her over onto her stomach, her gorgeously rounded ass making it impossible to hold back.
Before she can process the new position, you insert yourself into her, her upper body resting on her elbows as she takes a forceful pounding down below.
With your hands on either side of her for support, you dip your hips down as you hump her, your cock scraping along her walls and eliciting more squeals of elation as her ass ripples with each thrust.
She twists her head back to meet your lips with hers, her fingers digging into your shoulder as she silently begs for more.
You reach forward to kiss the back of her neck, feeling her shiver as you lick a sensitive spot.
Your hot breath on her back drives her over the edge of patience, her lust-driven mind needing another release.
"More... let me."
She begins to pull her knees under her, and you can tell where she's going.
You grab her by her waist and finish pulling her to her knees, letting her get a good grounding.
She arches her back and pops her ass out as she presses her head into the ground and places her hands behind her back for you to grab, making you chuckle in delight.
"You're such a perfect mistress, aren't you? You always know exactly what to do." You smack her ass lightly, her gorgeous asset even more appealing in this new position.
"Of course, master. It's my duty," she says, grinning devilishly.
You grab her hands, locking them behind her, and reinsert yourself, both of you reveling in the deepest sensation of the afternoon.
"...oh, don't stop... master..." Miyoung mumbles.
Her body thrusts backward to meet yours, both of you now sweaty from the exertion, but nowhere near finished.
Your hands roam her body, caressing her gently in some spots and tightly gripping her in others.
You boldly grab her hair, bundling it in your hand and pulling her head back toward you. She releases a guttural moan as she gives in to you, the slight pain only accentuating the pleasure.
Her knuckles turn white as her hands scrunch the bedsheet, her body releasing a tsunami of euphoria as her juices flood you for the second time.
She collapses onto the bed, her legs visibly shaking.
"Had enough, mistress?" You ask, already knowing her answer.
"No, master. Not until you're done."
You pick her up, sitting down on the bed as you hold her body above you. You gently sink her down, letting her straddle you as she feels your cock splitting her insides.
Still coming down from her last high, her brain continues to sizzle with pleasure while you gently rock her body up and down, her nicely shaped breasts bouncing all around inches from your face.
Using what energy she had left, she wraps her arms around your neck and drops her pelvis down, her ass jiggling as it collides with your body.
With one hand fondling her chest and the other on her firm butt, you continue manipulating her light body as you feel yourself get close to the brink.
Encouraged by the look of pure desire on her face, you move faster, both of you begging for a release as your bodies act of their own accord.
"Mistress... I'm close... where do you want it?"
"Master... that's your choice."
Needing no further encouragement, you lean forward and pull out, straddling her chest as she reaches her hands up and gives you a final few pumps.
You ejaculate all over her face, your muscles tightening as you release everything you have onto her.
Your vision becomes dizzy, but returns after a few seconds, and you look down to see Miyoung licking the last few drops of cum off of the tip, humming pleasantly.
"Holy..." You say, coming down from your high.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did... master," she seductively lets out, giggling.
You shake your head and grin. "Keep calling me that and I might just have to put you through another round."
She sits up, exhausted, but completely undisturbed by the strands of semen dripping off of her face.
"Oh, would you? Well, I guess..."
You watch as her satisfied face turns ghostly white as her gaze fixes at something over your shoulder.
Your head snaps backward.
Your jaw drops as you see the expression of the man standing at the door, his shock and rage immediately obvious.
With a mix of disgust, anger, and misery written across his face, he finally barges in.
"What the FUCK!" He blurts out, his voice on the edge of cracking, as tears start to well in his eyes. The door handle snaps off in his deathly tight grip, some pieces of plaster crumbling to the floor from the hole in the door.
Staring into his eyes, you realize everything at once.
"Toast..."