Chapter 220. Girls Want Girls (The Amnesiac)

"Good morning~" Jodi whispers into the crook of your neck as you stir.

You groan, stretching your arms over your head.

"Hey, Jodi," you huskily whisper back, pulling your arms back and leaning in to plant a kiss on her jaw. "How are you feeling?"

She tilts your chin up to continue the kiss. Her warm lips lovingly caress you as her leg drapes over yours, reminding you of how smooth her skin is.

"Amazing," she mutters. "It's always amazing to wake up next to the person I love."

Your lips press forward. Her words are so tender, yet so tragic, that you can't think of anything but kissing her again.

"I'm sorry for lashing out yesterday."

The tip of your nose brushes back and forth against hers, side to side. Her fingers interlace with yours, melding your bodies into one.

"It's ok. We're all hurting," you sigh.

She nods. Placing a hand on your chest, she rubs small circles. "Hey... would it be selfish if I asked you to-"

"NO. It would NOT be selfish, my dear love," you sternly say, dissolving into a giggle as her smile lights up.

"To murder all of my enemies for me?" She teases, a completely serious stare on her face.

"Give me their names and I'll be back by tomorrow." You feign a sigh.

She throws her head back and chuckles, slapping your chest gently.

"What did you want to ask?"

"To have sex. Not because I'm angry, just because we didn't get to do it earlier," she clarifies. Her hand starts crawling down your belly to your groin.

"Yeah, let's do it," you easily reply. "We should have some time-"

The bedroom door swings open sharply. Your grin deflates as Jodi quickly retracts her hand, and you reluctantly turn to see who it is.

"Hey, T-tina!" Jodi exclaims, rolling away from you.

The short brunette's gaze carries a hardness you'd never seen on her. Her gaze flips to you, never once wavering to the other girl on the bed.

"Go see Miyoung," she quietly commands. She's hunched over, her presence even smaller than usual.

"Tina, why weren't you with us yesterday?" You blurt.

"Go talk to Miyoung. Please." Something about her tone reminds you of the brief moments of realization you'd had the previous day.

"O-ok, I will," you gulp, worried. Jodi stands up, glancing back and forth between the two of you as if you were speaking a foreign language.

"Oh. Morning, Jodi," Tina waves politely. She stands straighter for a moment.

"Hi," Jodi smiles sweetly. "Are you ok?"

"..."

"..."

"...go see Miyoung."

...

You knock three times.

"Hey, Miyoung, baby," you speak up. Jodi presses her ear to the door.

"Come in," A hoarse voice calls.

You take one step into the room with Jodi right on your heels, quickly making an assessment of the woman lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

The room's messy, but not too messy. She's definitely been crying, and Tina's been taking care of her. But about what?

You take a second step.

She's been up here since yesterday - she didn't come down when I was cheering up Rae, Leslie, and Aria, but she must've heard it all happen. Not to mention the orgy that happened next door. So what made her like this?

You take a third step, and Miyoung finally turns to face you.

Something that happened during the reveal. Could it be that obvious? That she's distressed over my tumor?

You take a fourth and final step, reaching her bedside. Her eyes are teary and hollow.

No. She's not the kind to push everyone away. It must have been something to do with her. Something else. But what?

Miyoung reaches her hands out for you.

"Master..."

As you slide in for a hug, it finally clicks.

Ah...

"What did I promise you, Miyoung? What was it?" You whisper.

She gasps.

"How did you know?" She pulls away. Her face is a mess of watery makeup, but she's gorgeous and glowing underneath.

"Just a guess," you say. "I'm so sorry I left you here. I should've checked on you."

She shakes her head. "You have a lot to take care of. Don't worry about me."

Jodi stands to the side, biting her lip.

"Hi, Jodi," Miyoung says. The two girls come together for a kind, gentle hug. Jodi holds her like a fragile doll, brushing her hair once before pulling away.

"So? Do you want to talk about it?" You ask, sitting next to her.

"There's nothing to talk about," Miyoung sighs.

"Why?" Jodi asks.

"You were right that it's about the promise you made me." She wipes a fresh tear. "I guessed that you didn't remember either."

"Yeah, I don't remember any of the promises except Aria's, but that's because she told me-"

"Wait, either?" Jodi interrupts.

"Huh?" You turn to her.

"You said either. Miyoung, do you remember what the promise was?" Jodi gasps.

Miyoung's face crinkles. Her eyes squint shut and her lips press into a flat line, while her hands go up to cover her face.

Her shoulders quake, telling you everything you need to know.

"Miyoung!" You stand up. "If you don't remember, why are you so distressed?"

She jerks back a little.

"I mean..." You start over, quieter. "I know you must feel awful about this, but... how can you feel so bad about something you don't remember?" You place your hand on her shoulder, steadying it.

"It's because I don't remember that I feel so bad!" Miyoung snaps. "Don't you get it? You stayed with me just because of some promise you made me, and I don't even know what it was! I've spent so long trying to remember, but I just can't! How can I say that I deserve you..."

"Miyoung, I stayed with you because I love you!" You blurt.

"..."

"..."

Jodi's eyes burn through every layer of your soul. Even Miyoung cowers a little at the intensity of the girl's gaze as she peeks through her fingers.

"I take that back," you quickly say. "If it was just about love, I would've stayed with Jodi too."

Jodi blinks and guiltily retracts her death glare.

"I guess the promise had something to do with it, but if neither of us remembers, why stress over it? It doesn't matter anymore," you shrug.

She sniffles, curling her small hands in her lap. "I just felt terrible for forgetting something so important. It's kinda messed up..."

You brush aside her hair to kiss her forehead.

"Don't worry about it. If I remember, I'll let you know, but I love you regardless." You slip into another hug. "That doesn't change anything now. And the same goes for you, Jodi," you say, beckoning her closer.

"Whatever my reasons were in the past, forget them - I want to be with both of you," you decide.

Jodi wraps her arms around the two of you, turning the intimate moment into a group hug.

She trembles a little, as does Miyoung.

"I want to be with you too," Jodi mutters, pouting. "Things were different before we knew about the illness, but now that I do, I just want to be with you, no matter what."

You nod in agreement, silencing the sound of your heart cracking just a little more.

...

i hope you had a great time last night!! i wanted to come but i wasnt ready to tell everyone yet

Come visit me again soon <3< p>

Lily's words warm you up. You type back a quick reply, still in awe that the same woman you'd constantly bickered with over the years had suddenly turned into a sweet, loving girlfriend.

Would this have happened without this illness? I doubt it - she wouldn't have expressed her feelings, and I might not have realized I had feelings in the first place.

Miyoung stirs on your lap, drawing your attention.

"Do you want some water, baby?" You coddle her. It's the only way you can think of to make up for your prior neglect.

"Yeah," she groans, nuzzling into your thigh. "Keep petting me, master, please."

Jodi hides her smirk.

"Stay there. I'll get her the water, master." Jodi lets the final word languidly roll off her tongue, embarrassing and slightly arousing you.

"Hey, my master!" Miyoung drowsily whines.

"Shh, don't worry. She's just joking," you reassure.

Nevertheless, Miyoung keeps her arms around your waist, oozing love and protectiveness.

...

Imane awakes to a slow, steady rhythm of warm air breezing past her chin.

Her eyes trace the source up a few inches to Celine's angelic resting face.

Imane pouts from the sheer cuteness, fighting off the urge to pinch the sleeping beauty's plump cheeks.

Then, she makes a grave mistake. She looks down.

Beneath her roommate's face lies her nude body, rolled onto its side. One voluptuous breast rests on the other, making Imane wonder how Celine can sleep with such weighty honkers. Her nipples are soft and enticing.

Beneath that, her surprisingly smooth, flat belly curves downward to the pink folds between her thighs, then to her thick, curvy legs.

Imane slowly exhales. Her eyes slowly draw back up, retracing the path through the peaks and valleys that form Celine's sculpted figure. She's as pretty as an angel and as sexy as a succubus, and Imane starts to seriously question which one she is.

...

Hyoon is no stranger to intense sex, but the dull aches in her body as she awakens remind her of her college days.

Quieting her groans, she slowly sits up amongst the sea of nude, sleeping women.

She looks from one to the other, checking their names off a mental list. As she nears the end of the bed, her eyes flicker to Rae, sleeping on her side, snoring softly.

Hyoon's chest squeezes as she watches Rae's lip flutter into a smile. The sleeping girl mutters something too soft to hear, and then her smile turns into a pout, making Hyoon's heart palpitate at the sudden overload of cuteness.

Rae's eyes gently move back and forth under her eyelids. Her lips move again, mumbling silently.

Hyoon looks away from the dreaming girl, forgetting who she'd already counted.

"Hyoon..."

Her cheeks burn bright red as her gaze snaps back. She sits up straighter, getting a better look at the Filipina who's just uttered her name.

Rae's perfect form was nothing new to her, but somehow it takes on an even greater intensity of beauty. She doesn't want to pull her eyes away.

"Rae..." She softly mutters back, unsure why.

Rae inhales sharply. Hyoon holds her breath, prepared to look away from the butt she definitely isn't ogling the instant Rae opens her eyes.

But her eyes never open. Rae's hips slowly push forward, revealing the faint lines of her abs. Her hips pull back, pressing her boobs forward and making them jiggle softly.

Her hips press forward again.

Hyoon's lips turn into a visible 'o' as she understands what's happening.

Rae starts moving a little faster, pushing and pulling her groin forward and backward. Her tongue hangs slightly out of her mouth, and her breathing quickens.

"Rae...?" Hyoon mutters again, in shock.

"Hyoon..." She groans back, her tongue still hanging loosely. Her hips continue humping the air, bringing past memories of Rae's supreme riding skills up to Hyoon's attention.

Shutting her eyes only makes the memories more vivid. Clearly, Rae is dreaming about something similar, and Hyoon can only imagine what. Hyoon pants softly, ignoring the tingling down below. Her breaths are shallow, almost as much as her sleeping friend's.

Her eyes trace over the tanned girl again, not sparing an inch of her body. Everything from the tips of her toes to the top of her beautifully messy head of hair is absorbed into Hyoon's vision, and her primal itchiness becomes nearly unbearable.

...

Jaime mutters a thousand unheard curses. Her body feels so awful, and yet the memories are so delectable. For a moment, she considers this a hangover from a different kind of intoxication.

As fate would have it, the first and only person she sees when her eyes finally open is the one person she doesn't want to. Especially not after that incident.

Emiru lies flat on her back, posed ungracefully with her arms and legs strewn around randomly.

Jaime rolls her eyes at her luck. Her arms try to push her into a sitting position, to no avail. Her legs are completely out of commission, so she lays her head back down and shuts her eyes.

A second later, she opens them again, muttering a hundred more silent curses at her inability to stay still.

She scuffles around awkwardly. Behind her, someone shifts and slightly sways the bed.

Emiru stirs at the movement, slowly shifting and rolling right into her roommate. Jaime holds back a gasp as Emi flops over right beside her, hanging one arm over Jaime's shoulder.

A grimace grows on Jaime's lips. The accidental cuddling she'd somehow fallen into was a guarantee that she wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. And of course, it had to be with the one person she'd accidentally revealed too much to.

"Oh, so you did it just to beat me? Wow."

"...what do you mean, beat you?"

"Did you really think this was some competition, Jaime?"

"No!"

"So that's why you were acting like such a pornstar in there, huh? And why you acted so seductive and flirty like that..."

Jaime wants to pound her forehead in anger, but Emiru's arm keeps both of hers trapped.

She grinds her teeth instead, reflecting on the memory once again. She was so obviously desperate at that moment, so vulnerable about the thoughts that ran rampant in her head. Even now, her mind quickly spirals.

She stares down at her body, twitching at her bloated stomach. The patch of cellulite around her upper thigh is infuriating, and if she'd remembered its existence before, she might not have ever joined the orgy.

One by one, her body parts face scrutiny, and none of them pass. Her boobs are still too small, her butt too flat, her stomach too rounded, her legs too gross, her arms too flabby.

She places her fingers on her face, imagining the ugly woman whose face she's hiding behind. The avalanche of thoughts swallows her up.

As soon as she's done dissecting herself, her sights move to Emiru. To her boobs, which are only a little bigger than Jaime's but large enough to fill her frame. To her butt, which curves nicely and evenly. To her stomach, so flat you could cut vegetables on it. To her thin, petite arms, her sharp collarbones, and her gorgeous, kind face.

The feeling is insufferable, yet its familiarity provides a twisted comfort. Jaime sinks into it, letting the numbness grow. A soft sniffle escapes her.

Emi shuffles again. Her arm retracts, giving Jaime hope of an escape, but she leans in and pulls Jaime's head to her chest, wrapping her arms around the girl like a teddy bear.

The two girls lie still, only one of them conscious of the position they occupy. Their bodies press against each other like lovers.

Jaime, buried in the peaceful warmth of someone she envied beyond measure, finally surrenders.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and the tears begin.

...

"Movie night?" You repeat. "That sounds nice! As long as it doesn't turn to... eh..." You shuffle, trying not to wince too obviously at the pain erupting from your screaming crotch.

"Oh, don't worry! You'll be good to go by tonight," Rae cheers.

"Wait, what does that mean?" You gasp.

"It means I'll get my turn with you," Miyoung giggles, earning another gasp.

"And me too..." Tina shyly mutters, almost hoping you won't hear her.

Everyone had woken up throughout the morning, and the mood had been sky-high ever since.

Tina is evidently fatigued, which Miyoung continues to apologize for over and over again. But Tina dodges her attempts like an expertly trained friend and merely glances at you with a smile.

The two girls were back to normal, and you couldn't be happier.

The other girls regale them with stories of the previous night's sexcapade, making Tina blush and beg them to stop, while Miyoung pretends to do the same while secretly vying for more. The girls glance at each other, giggling.

It looks like they can nearly read each other's minds. They've gotten a lot closer, haven't they?

Lily had come over to the house as well, only to walk out again and refuse to enter unless the smell of sex was cleansed from the house. No one else had seen it, but her thighs rubbed together slightly as she inhaled the 'putrid' scent, as she had dug deep into her vocabulary to call it.

Returning to the present, you continue petting Leslie, who decided to be your next lapdog after Miyoung had left. Her knees are tucked up to her chin so she fits almost entirely on your thighs, and her warmth makes you tingle.

"You alright down there, puppy?" You ask.

"Woof woof!" She barks.

Lily whips her head, bewildered.

"What is going on in this place...?" She sighs, making you laugh even more than Leslie's excruciatingly embarrassed face does.

...

The girls are sprawled out on the plethora of blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags placed all over the living room. Every couch is occupied, and seemingly every blanket is too. It takes you a moment to realize it, but Janet is also present. Her eyes meet you for a moment. You catch the instant rage behind her gaze, but she quickly blinks it away and offers a small smile.

"Uh... where do I sit?" You scratch your neck.

"Right here on mama's lap!" Jodi slaps her inner thighs and spreads her legs out. The blush that comes to your face is especially amusing to the girls, some of whom not-so-jokingly offer to take that throne for themselves.

"No, really," you laugh.

"Cuddle up with someone, babe!" Rae exclaims. "Maybe two if you're daring enough."

It sounds oddly like a challenge, and it quickly becomes one.

Almost every girl stares at you and swiftly starts shuffling to make space. Suddenly, there are too many spots to choose from, all next to different pairs of girls.

"There's a spot right here," Rae pats the space between her and Hyoon. Hyoon looks excited and subtly nods.

You nod. "Alright, then. I guess..."

"No, sit here!" Aria cries. "It's a lot more comfy."

"What do you mean, Aria?! We have more pillows than you do!" Rae gasps.

"Oh, but I have a much more comfortable type of pillow..." She gently sways side to side, rocking the pair of pillows attached to her body.

The girls gawk, unsure how to deal with such a bold move.

"Why don't you sit here?" Lily speaks up. The girls collectively gasp, wondering how she hopes to top Aria.

"I mean... uh..." She hunches her shoulders and crumbles under the spotlight. "If you want. We won't... do anything, obviously."

The girls release their breaths.

"No, that's boring! Sit here!" Sydney calls.

"Who are you calling boring?!?" Lily challenges.

"You can feel me up all you want if you lie here," Imane raises her eyebrows. "And Celine, too!"

"Woah, wait! I didn't agree to-"

"Come here already!" Miyoung beckons. "You still owe me for leaving me yesterday!"

"Hey! That's guilt tripping!" Emi scoffs. "Leave 'em alone!"

The girls don't stop, but your mind can't take any more. You disengage and look around the room blankly.

The only two girls who weren't involved in a fierce debate were Janet, as expected, and Jaime.

Jaime?

She stares at the ground, lost in some dimension of thought. She's normally one of the brightest personalities in the room, but she's lost her luster entirely.

You step over piles of bickering bodies, making your way toward her. She doesn't look up.

Janet watches you in disbelief as you squat down right next to her.

"Is there room here for one more?" You quietly ask Jaime, who's sitting adjacent to Janet.

The room goes silent.

"H-huh?" She mutters, looking up. "O-oh!"

She looks around, finally getting up to speed. "Um, y-yeah, I..."

She shifts over as much as she can so you can squeeze in. You try to get as far from Janet as possible, but your arm accidentally brushes her, and it feels like a punch in the gut as she winces. Having no idea about the tension that exists between you two, the other girls don't see a thing.

"Janet, do you want to switch places with someone?" You ask politely.

The girls light up again, realizing they have a second chance.

"No," she firmly states, shocking the other girls into another prolonged silence.

"I chose this spot and I'm not moving just because you want me to." She juts her chin away from you.

That wasn't why I...

Whatever.

Faint whispers appear across the room. Your relationship with Janet is entirely unknown to everyone else, but some of the more presumptuous girls start getting certain ideas.

You push them aside and focus on the small girl cuddling into you. Jaime's mind is still drowning, but the soft smile you give her creates a speck of hope, buried deep inside her head. She can barely feel it, but she knows it's there, and that's enough.

And as you wrap your arms around her body and let her lean her head back onto you, that hope grows a little brighter.

The lights dim as the movie begins, and you set your sights on having a nice, lighthearted evening with everyone.

"Wait, which movie did we pick again?"

...

"I hate scary movies Ihatescarymovies IhatescarymoviesIhatescarymovies!!!"

Rae chants to herself quietly under the blanket, still peeking her head up to watch every few seconds before another terrifying scene threatens to blow out her vocal cords.

"Hyoon, help me!" Rae whispers, scooting down the couch until she bumps into the girl. Hyoon has her blankets pulled up to her nose, watching the television screen intently.

"Shh!" Hyoon whispers back.

"Hey!" Rae gasps.

Hyoon finally tears her attention away from the screen, and suddenly realizes the state her friend is in.

"Oh..." She bites her lip. "Come here. I'll tap you when it's safe to look," she quickly devises.

Hyoon had only intended for Rae to duck under the blanket, but the short girl easily leans over and lays her head in the girl's lap, agreeing to the plan instantly.

Rae's eyes are closed, and a small pout appears on her face.

Hyoon turns crimson as the girl's expression reminds her of that morning. Combined with the feeling of Rae's head so close to the source of the burning in her core, Hyoon is left with a much bigger problem to deal with than a simple scary movie.

"Is it safe now?" Rae whispers, eyes still closed.

"U-uh..." Hyoon glances up in alarm, finally returning her attention to the movie. "Y-yes, it should be."

Rae lifts her head and peeks out of the blanket. Hyoon tries not to think about the scent of Rae's shampoo lingering on her hair.

In a moment of complete silence, the inevitable occurs.

"AHHHH!" Rae screams like a murder victim right as the jumpscare appears, blasting everyone's eardrums.

She ducks under the blankets again and wraps her arms around her caretaker's torso, muttering to herself, while Hyoon's head spins from the fright.

"Sorry..." She pats Rae's head, unsure if she's comforting the girl in her lap or herself.

Rae grumbles again, visibly ashamed at her reaction.

Hyoon finally registers the brunette's small hands around her waist. Despite Rae being the one in need of comfort, her touch is strangely securing.

"Uh..." Hyoon mumbles, wanting to say more, but not finding the words.

...

"Celine... I'm cold..." Imane whispers. Both of them are sitting side by side, their backs supported by the couch behind them. All the spare blankets had been snatched up, so Imane relies on her only other option.

Celine absently scoots closer, her attention fully captured by the film.

"Celiiiiine," Imane drawls. "Closer, please?"

Her lavender-haired friend finally glances over, already knowing what to expect. Imane was a natural tease, and her whining was probably just an excuse to get some attention.

"Imane, I- OH!" She gasps loudly as she sees her friend's shoulders convulsing slightly. "You're shivering!"

Imane grits her teeth and nods. "I think I might be getting sick. I'm not usually this cold."

"Oh..." Celine sighs sympathetically and scoots in, her attention completely departed from the movie.

"Wait, are you sure?" The brunette pulls back. "If I am getting sick, then..."

Celine doesn't hesitate. "Then you'll be warm and sick."

Imane could've expected such behavior, but it still makes her heart squeeze with joy.

And, after what she'd witnessed that morning, the feeling of Celine being the big spoon and pressing up against her from behind makes her heart squeeze for an entirely different reason.

"Thank you..." She mutters, grateful that Celine couldn't see her face.

...

"Psst."

Tina's nimble finger taps three times on Miyoung's shoulder from behind. Miyoung was Tina's shield of choice, as she knew how much better the brave girl was at dealing with scary stuff than she was.

"Huh?" Miyoung turns back.

"Wanna cuddle?" She asks, a grin on her face.

"But I won't be able to block out the screen if it gets scary," Miyoung frowns.

"It's ok! I'm a big girl!" Tina exclaims, sounding like the exact opposite. Spreading her legs for the girl to scoot between, Tina beckons inward.

Stifling her laugh, Miyoung starts to lean back onto her friend's chest.

An impulse flashes across Tina's subconscious as her friend leans back. Her lips suddenly plant themselves on Miyoung's nape, making the stoic girl's eyes widen into saucers.

Tina pulls back silently, blushing profusely. Miyoung continues leaning back until she settles into Tina's shoulder, while her thoughts fly in circles.

Neither of them says another word.

...

Either the movie had frightened all the thoughts out of the poor girl or your embrace had driven them away. Regardless, Jaime lies peacefully in your arms. A goofy smile rests on her face, emanating her familiar energy.

"Ah~!" You gasp. Your eyes had been fixed on the movie since it had begun, while Jaime had become an incessant source of teasing remarks whenever you got scared.

"Heeheehee," she giggles at your expense. You grumble and begrudgingly kiss her to shut her up.

How is she not getting scared by any of this?

She tilts her head back to the movie, but her gaze is caught on the figure to her left, who is now lying much closer to Jaime than she was earlier.

Emiru's bugged-out eyes are glued to the screen, almost making Jaime laugh.

She stares a moment longer. The sense of despair she'd managed to avoid starts to creep back in as her gaze starts to move to her roommate's body.

Inhaling sharply, she snaps back to the sensation of your body beneath her and suddenly realizes the opportunity she has. Without wasting another second thinking, she turns over so her chest is pressed against yours.

Pulling a blanket further onto the two of you, she scoots down and dives under it.

"...Jaime?" You whisper. "You o-oh!"

You stumble on your words as warmth presses on a familiar spot. You duck your head and lift the blanket to reveal the girl pressing her lips against your crotch with a huge grin, her hands slowly reaching to remove your pants.

The movie becomes the least of your worries. The porn scene playing out on your lap is much more attention-grabbing, and Jaime's soft, wet kisses on your now-uncaged cock create fireworks of delight.

She truly doesn't waste a moment - after a brief look up to ensure you're watching, she slowly takes your erection in her mouth. Her eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of the moment is almost overwhelming. You lean back slightly, trying to get comfortable. It's as if Jaime has become a completely different person since you first saw her looking dazed and dejected - bold, confident, and unapologetically aroused.

Her lips glide up and down your shaft with a sloppy yet rhythmic precision. A few tiny moans escape from Jaime as she savors your taste, her eyes never leaving yours.

You finally glance up and around you, checking to see if her behavior is as obvious as you feared. Luckily, the intensity of the movie is enough to draw everyone in and drown out the wet sounds of Jaime's tongue.

You hold the blanket up over you two so Jaime's bouncing head won't shoot through it, but it also means that you can't see her.

Both of her hands join the tango. She expertly strokes your cock in time with her mouth, her fingers skillfully massaging your most sensitive spots. The combination of wet warmth and firm pressure is insanely sweet.

Meanwhile, Janet's neatly trimmed eyebrows shoot upward as the blanket beneath her rocks slightly.

She scans around the room, squinting to see through the dark until her eyes land on you.

Your head is leaned back, and your lips parted, while air flows in and out at a pace too fast even for someone terrified of horror movies.

She glances down at your lap. The covering blanket can only do so much, and it's not enough to conceal the truth from her prying eyes.

Her jaw drops, and she shakes her head in pure disgust, turning back. The thought of what's occurring just a few feet away is vile.

But as the minutes pass, her eyes and ears can't stay tuned to the movie.

Turning her head discreetly, she glances at you again.

Her gaze passes over the bead of sweat running down your head, indicating that you're clearly aching for an end to this torture. She catches your cheeks flushing red and your exposed neck revealing you gulping down your groans.

She knows you well enough to understand your physical signs, and as veins bulge indicatively in your neck and forearm, she takes action.

"Can we take a bathroom break?" Janet speaks up.

"I was thinking the same thing!" Someone else exclaims. "Can we pause it?"

Everyone fishes around for the remote, searching between bodies and underneath limbs. Celine is the one to find it and hit pause.

"I'm turning on the lights! Prepare thyselves!" Leslie booms.

Jaime's mouth barely leaves your cock with an audible pop by the time the lights turn on, but once your vision adjusts, she's lying in your arms innocently.

Everyone stands up, stretching their arms and legs. Jaime follows suit, wiping her lips.

The warmth her small body could provide was incredible, and its absence sends you into shivers.

You remain seated for obvious reasons.

Tugging a few more blankets onto you, you act as naturally as you can.

Fuck! I was so close! Great timing, Janet...

"You don't wanna use the bathroom, babe?" Leslie asks, leaning over to stretch her hamstrings.

"Nah, I'm good for now," you sigh, pulling out your phone nonchalantly.

How much do you remember now?

You squint.

You've got to be kidding me. This again?

Somehow, the message had appeared right as you lifted your phone, bringing it to your attention first.

You block and delete the number.

Wait.

It hasn't been that long since the mystery number last texted you, but it was just long enough for you to momentarily forget their demand.

They said not to delete or block the number.

Another shiver runs along your body.

Why do I even care? Jeez, this movie must be getting to me.

You set down your phone, prepared to leave it there. Moments later, it's back in your hand.

I'm curious. Come on, what's the worst that could happen...?

Do. Not. Block. This. Number.

Don't make me say it again. You should really be more careful.

The image that pops up after the message from a new number fills you with a shock so paralyzing that it's as if an icy hand has grasped your heart.

You tap on the image, and it fills your screen.

Within the four corners of the photo sit two very familiar people, facing each other across a restaurant table for two. For the person on the left, nearly cropped out of the image, only the back of their head is visible. But the person across from them is clearly visible and right in the center of the frame. It's blurry, as if the camera was moving while the picture was being taken, but that doesn't make you any less certain about exactly what it is.

"Hey, what's that?" Hyoon asks from right behind you, as she peers over your shoulder.

"Gah!" You yelp, leaning forward.

"Hey, wait, lemme see!" She reaches her hands toward you. Your phone shuts and flips back into your pocket in an instant.

"That was Rae, right?" She asks, grinning. "She looked amazing! Why won't you show it to me?" She whines.

"It's nothing," you squawk. "I mean..." You gulp and clear your throat. "It's just a picture I took of her on our date."

"Aww..." She clutches her hands to her heart. "She looked so cute!"

Your smile comes out as twisted and warped as a school yearbook photo. She's too busy swooning to notice a thing, so you turn back around.

How? How do they know who I am? Is this a threat?

A sense of clarity strikes your mind into action.

Let me think straight.

You place your hand over your heart, concentrating on your breath until it slows down.

This is a stalker - one who knew where me and Rae went on our date and managed to take a picture. They somehow know my phone number too.

I don't know what they want from me, other than my attention.

Could they hurt Rae? Taking a creepy photo is one thing, but...

No. I can't think like that. If there's even a chance that anything could happen to her, I need to be absolutely sure I don't slip up.

Discreetly pulling out your phone again, you find the new number, wince at the photo of your smiling girlfriend, and rename the contact to *Stalker*.

There. That'll do it.

Hyoon is distractedly typing away on her phone, so you finally manage to relax as you slip it back into your pocket.

I need to figure something out fast.

Despite the rational part of your mind generating solutions involving telling the girls or getting the police involved, your catastrophic thoughts aren't easily settled.

This could be bad. This could be really, really bad.

...

This is bad. This is really, really bad.

Hyoon glances up at you slipping your phone into your pocket as she finishes typing out her final message.

Her thumb hovers over the send button, shaking with an anxiety she didn't expect.

In a flash, she adds one final line to the text.

We're running out of time.

As you turn around, she hits send and lowers her phone.

"Hyoon? Are you ok?" You ask, her ghost-white face drawing your attention away from the pressing issue. You stand up, your erection completely cooled from the jolt of fear.

"Y-yeah! I just really think you two are great together!" She grins sweetly.

"Aw. Well, I think you and I are pretty great together, too," you slyly suggest, leaning in.

You grin, staring at her lips convincingly as her eyes fill with warmth. She giggles and embraces you, aiming for her lips to land right on yours.

Neither of you can pay an iota of attention to the moment your lips touch.

But as the kiss continues, it grows deeper as you silently pour your heightened stress into her lips, letting her sweet taste melt it away. Unbeknownst to you, she does the same, letting your love dissolve the tension wracking her body.

Soon, you can't think about anything other than how her fingers trace down your neck and how gently she nibbles your bottom lip.

"Ay! No making out until the movie's done!" Rae sighs, exiting the bathroom. Despite the exasperation in her voice, excitement lingers in her eyes as she sees the sparks between you and Hyoon.

...

"Hey!" Lily calls after you.

The movie had finished a while ago, and some of the girls had bid everyone adieu, while others had decided to extend the night into a sleepover. Lily is of the latter group, and her surprisingly cute cotton pajamas suggest that she's soon headed to bed.

"I can't believe you actually sleep at sleepovers," you laugh.

Your gaze is quickly redirected to the bound book between her manicured fingers. She extends her hand toward you.

"Oh!" You exclaim. "Is that..."

"Your journal. The last one," she says. "You left it behind when I first gave it to you."

Some force within you resists taking it, but you ignore it and reach out to grab it.

"Do you plan on reading it? It's ok if you don't want to," she quickly backtracks.

"Yeah, I'll read it," you shrug, flipping it open. "There's nothing I don't already know, right? I guess it'll just come back to me as a painful memory now."

"Okay. Just take it easy and don't overwhelm yourself!" She pats you on the cheek.

You skim through the first few words on every page, seeing a few mentions of the tumor that you don't want to narrow in on yet. Your thumb riffles through the pages until you reach blank ones, so you flip back to the last written entry.

The words in the final entry are mundane. There's no mention of the illness, only normal life stuff.

"...Lily?" You mutter softly.

"Huh?"

"Where's the rest?"

She gulps. Your expression is frozen and a bit scary.

"What do you mean?" She walks around to take a look, gently looping her right arm into your left. Your finger rests on the bottom of the final entry.

"Don't you see?" You tap on the old page, sending dust particles shooting upward.

Crinkling her nose, she scans the page again.

"No, not the words," you shake your head. "The date. This is four days before the accident."

"Oh." She looks at you, still not understanding your concern.

"I wrote in my diaries every single night. I don't know if I've ever missed a night since I started writing. But I somehow missed three nights in a row?"

The lightbulb above her head finally goes off. "OH! Yeah, that's weird!"

"Why would I do that?" You ask, already realizing that no one but your locked-away self has the answer.

"Wait, didn't you say it was four days?" She blinks. "Or is it three?"

"It was four days before the accident, but I wouldn't have gotten the chance to write an entry on the day it happened, so only the previous three days are missing."

She nods along.

"Maybe you wrote them somewhere else! Like on your phone or something," she suggests. "Do you still have your notes saved?"

"No," you sigh. "My phone was destroyed in the accident. Rae got me a new one and filled in all my contacts, but that's all. Anything I'd written would be lost."

Lily's next words fly in and out of your ears, completely unregistered.

My... contacts...

The device in your pocket suddenly feels much heavier. The messages weighing on the back of your mind come to light.

Rae filled in the contacts of my new phone, but she could only fill in the ones she knew about!

What if the stalker... is someone I know?