I woke up to the sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla filling my nose. It was everywhere, soft and warm.
I opened my eyes slow. Pink walls, pink curtains, stuffed animals staring from the shelf. A little nightlight shaped like a star glowing on the table.
This wasn't my room.
Then everything from last night came rushing back. Lily in my bed. The touching. The kissing. Her hand on me. My fingers inside her. The mess we made.
We ended up sleeping in her room. I sat up careful, trying not to make the mattress creak.
Lily was still asleep beside me, curled up like a little cat. Her face was peaceful, mouth open a tiny bit, hair messy all over the pillow.
The blanket had slipped down during the night. Her oversized shirt was bunched high around her waist. One pink nipple peeked out, hard from the cool air. Her legs were spread a little, showing her small, tight pussy. It looked a bit swollen and pink from last night, still shiny in places.
My heart pounded just looking at her.
She looked so innocent sleeping like that. Like nothing happened.
But everything happened.
I had to get out before she woke up and things got awkward.
I slid off the bed super slow, holding my breath. Grabbed my pants and shirt from the floor, pulled them on quiet.
One last look at her. She stirred a little, mumbled something in her sleep, then hugged a pillow instead of me.
I smiled without meaning to and left her room, closing the door with the softest click.
First thing: hide the evidence.
My room smelled like sex and wet sheets. The bed was a disaster, big dark spot in the middle, cold and sticky now.
I stripped everything fast: sheets, pillowcases, even the mattress cover. Rolled it all into a ball and carried it to the bathroom.
Mom was downstairs. I could hear her humming in the kitchen, pans clinking. Good. She hadn't come up yet.
I stuffed everything in the washing machine, poured extra detergent, and started it on hot.
Then I brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, tried to look normal in the mirror.
My reflection looked guilty.
When I went downstairs, Mom was at the stove, apron over a knee-length pencil dress. The dress fit her perfect, tight on her huge breasts, tiny waist, wide hips. Every curve showed, even if it was modest. Her hair was in a loose bun, a few strands falling around her face.
"Good morning, sweetie!" she said, turning with a smile. She walked over, wiped her hands on the apron, and kissed my forehead soft.
"Morning, Mom."
"You're up early. It's Sunday."
"Yeah... I'm going out with Shawn. We'll eat outside."
"Okay, have fun!" She turned back to the stove, hips swaying under the dress.
I grabbed my shoes quick and left before she could ask questions.
The address Shawn sent was a small café I knew well. Morning light, not many people yet.
I walked in and spotted him at a corner table, waving like an idiot.
"You're early," I said, sitting across from him.
"Yeah, man. I had to grab this before you showed up." He slid a small wrapped thing across the table.
I opened it. A SIM card.
"Bought it off a friend. New number. You can use this to sign up for The Vault. Mike will never know it's you."
"Thanks, Shawn, for helping me." I slipped the SIM card back into the wrapper and tucked it in my pocket.
"Don't say thanks, man. We're friends." He really was the only friend I could trust like this.
"But why do you want to join that group so bad?" Shawn leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking curious.
"That... just curiosity, you know." I couldn't tell him the truth yet. Not about Aunt Marie or everything going on.
Aunt Marie was suffering because of me. Because I wasn't strong enough to fight Mike. The thought made me feel so embarrassed.
'Maybe I'll tell him once Mike is taken care of.'
"Well... now for the treat!" Shawn grinned big and pushed the menu toward me.
"I know, I know. Let's order something." We picked some burgers and drinks.
The afternoon went by easy, just talking and laughing. I told him about a new game I bought, and he went on about a hentai he watched last night. Yeah, I know he's a pervert, but that's just Shawn.
It felt good to hang out with a friend and forget everything for a while.
We walked around the market after eating, checking out random stores. Shawn kept eyeing girls passing by, making his usual comments.
"Bro, get a girlfriend already," I said when he stared too long at some girls walking past.
"How? Not everyone's lucky like you, getting the school goddess." He wasn't wrong. Rose really was called the goddess of our school. The most beautiful girl there. I couldn't deny I was lucky to have her.
"Bro..." Shawn suddenly stopped two steps behind me. "You should see this."
"What?" I turned and followed his gaze.
A girl was walking down the street with a guy who had his arm around her waist. At first it looked like any normal couple. Then I recognized her.
Yumi.
The ice-queen student council president. She was transferred a feww day ago so. But what was she doing here... and who's that old man with him.
To be continued…
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