Chapter 221. Searching For The Past (The Amnesiac)

"Um... are you ok?" Lily asks for the third time.

Your knee bobs up and down several times a second, chugging along as you think of every single person in your life.

The stalker is someone I know. It must be. But if it's someone Rae doesn't know, that narrows it down a lot.

No, it narrows it down too much.

I can't think of a single person who I know who Rae doesn't, which makes sense given that I don't remember someone unless I interact with them.

You're briefly distracted by Lily's sweet lips pressing against yours.

"Good night," she whispers, sensing that her role in helping you is finished.

Wait, there is one!

It's unlikely, but it's the only lead I have right now. That person might fit the criteria.

"Lily? Are we going to therapy tomorrow?" You grab her hand just before it falls out of reach.

"Yeah! I'm planning on going. You coming?" Her fingers lace with yours.

"Yup, I'll come with you," you nod.

Time to test this...

...

The wind escapes from your lungs in a half-whistle, half-cry as you open the car door.

"Lily..." You shake your head.

"What!?"

"Do you have a crush on your therapist? Why do you always look so good going out?"

"I literally look normal!" She whines. "I just don't care about looking good around you," she scoffs, patting down her knee-length skirt and straightening her frilly white top.

Her blush immediately reveals her lie, but you let it slide, opting to ogle her mild cleavage as you step into the passenger seat.

"Stop!" She whines, placing her arms over her chest. "This is harassment!"

You snort. "Lily, we're dating. And you look gorgeous, so it's hard not to stare just a little. But fine - if you don't want me to look, I won't."

Her lips pucker in thought.

"Are we going?" You ask after a second.

The driver's door opens. She steps out and around to your side of the car, beckoning for you to follow suit.

"Huh? Why?"

"You're driving today! I've driven you every time!" She crosses her arms.

Rolling your eyes slowly enough to make sure she sees, you unbuckle your seatbelt.

...

"Did you like the movie yesterday?" She asks, seconds after you turn the corner onto a highway.

"Ah..."

The only memory that comes back from that period is that of Jaime's dick-sucking lips doing what they do best.

"Yes!" You exclaim heartily. The sexy movie you were watching was amazing, but it wasn't quite the same one as the horror film everyone else saw.

"Hmm..." She giggles softly, rousing your suspicion. "What exactly did you enjoy about it?"

Fuck.

"Ah, well..."

She waits a second longer as you stumble your way through a response.

"Well, it was pretty scary, and the p-plot was..."

"Oh, I know!" She exclaims. Her tone is clearly over-the-top, but you're too flustered to notice.

"Y-yeah?"

She reaches back and whips her hair into a ponytail with a band on her wrist. "This was your favorite part..."

Her hand breaches the gap between the passenger and driver seat, brushing against your thigh and snaking along to the tent in your pants.

You gulp.

"Lily... what are you..."

"Shh. Just let me," she continues in a much sweeter tone.

In seconds, your pants are unzipped.

The sound of her labored breathing fills your ears. You can nearly feel her heat, though you keep your eyes fixed on the road.

"Jaime didn't finish you yesterday, right?" She whispers. Her hand strokes you up and down delicately. Her forefinger and thumb squeeze the tip softly, making it impossible to hold back a moan.

"Mmhmm," you nod.

"Good. I like seeing you pent-up," she mutters.

Stunned, you remain silent.

What the hell did this succubus do with Lily?

Her seatbelt quickly unfastens.

"Drive carefully," she giggles, her final words before leaning over and wrapping her lips around your cock and descending.

You wisely tap the brake, slowing down to a more manageable speed. Finally able to glance down every now and then, you bask in the sight of your girlfriend slurping up your cock.

Is this the same girl who was disgusted when me and Leslie fucked in a car? Lord...

"Lily, what the- AH~"

You moan embarrassingly loudly as her hands fondle your balls, her abilities somehow not hindered by her position.

"Rae taught me that one," she giggles. "Works pretty well, hm?"

"Too well..." You gasp, tilting the wheel until the car is back in the lane again.

She slowly envelops your cock with her warm, wet mouth again, taking her sweet time.

Over the next few minutes, she has complete control over you, and it's infuriating. Sometimes she slows her pace to a crawl, barely moving you along to orgasm, while sometimes to pumps you so fast you wouldn't be surprised if your cum paints the windshield.

As you pull into a red light, a smirk grows on your face. Immediately, both hands go off the wheel, unbeknownst to her.

"You want more~?" She continues teasing. "OH!"

She gasps as you put one warm hand on her hair and the other on her neck. The two of them push, forcefully enough to make your point clear, but gently enough to give her time to react.

You expect resistance, or at least a snide comment muffled by your girth. But she's like putty in your lap, and her desires mold into yours as you take control.

You pump her head up and down, the feeling of power and control heightening the ecstasy her mouth pumps into you. If Lily had any free hands, they'd be touching herself.

"Fuck, you wanted this, didn't you? No wonder you kept teasing me. You can be such a slut sometimes..."

You grin, waiting for your insult to register.

It does, but her reaction is the exact opposite of what you expect. Instead of pulling her head up to insult you back, her head sinks deeper. Her eyes close, and her body takes over.

"Holy shit...!" You groan.

There's no need to push her head any longer. Her tight throat gets you off with a life of its own.

You finally look up, sighing in relief as the light is still red. As you look around, a large pickup truck pulls up beside you in the left lane.

You glance at the driver, accidentally catching her eye through the pair of windshields between you.

Her jaw drops.

The added height from being in a truck is just enough for the stranger to see exactly what's going on. Nevertheless, she sits up straighter to make sure and mutters something you can't make out.

"Uh..."

You look down.

Too late, I guess...

The light turns green, and you floor the gas pedal.

"L-Lily! We're here!" You gasp, still keeping one hand on the back of her head to push her faster while you pull into the parking lot. "And I'm gonna..."

Right as the car slows to a stop, your body loosens, and your cock takes that as the final signal to burst.

Lily's small throat is no match for the pressure of your pent-up release, but she can't move her head an inch as every last drop of you floods her mouth.

The adrenaline and fear that tinted the entire experience make the final release full of rapture. Your soul seems to separate from your body from a moment as pure pleasure takes over.

Lily's cheeks puff out, and your hips thrust a few times into her mouth, making her finish you off completely.

Your head collapses backward. The overstimulation is frying your senses, and you can barely feel it as Lily pulls her head up and slurps your cum down, then returns to clean up your shaft.

Your breathing begins to slow. Luckily, your foot hadn't left the brake, and your car is exactly where it was.

"Come on, we're gonna be late!" Lily giggles hoarsely, tapping you on the thigh. Her lips are coated with a sticky substance.

"H-huh?"

...

As soon as the musky air of the office welcomes itself into your nose uninvited, you remember why you came.

As usual, Lily goes in for her appointment while you wait in the lobby.

And, as expected, a particularly attractive blonde with a black pencil skirt and white button-up walks out on tall black heels, carrying a few folders.

Target acquired.

She releases a small gasp as she lays her eyes on you, and it takes all your might to not roll your eyes.

Really? Every time I come here, she has the same exact reaction.

"Hey!" You wave politely. The receptionist looks up for a moment.

The woman you're calling, on the other hand, seems moments away from imploding.

"M-me?" She asks softly, placing her hand over her heart and fiddling with the fabric.

"Yeah!" You grin disarmingly. "I think we might have known each other once, but I suffered an accident and got amnesia, so I don't remember you. Could you remind me?"

She gasps again. "O-oh, amnesia? T-that actually makes a lot of sense. I-I-I mean, I'm sorry to hear that!" She exclaims, seemingly putting some pieces together.

The stutter in her voice doesn't detract from how soothing her tone is. It makes you tingle as it passes through your ears.

Glancing back to the receptionist who had lowered his head again, she walks over to you.

She walks well in high heels, though her gait is noticeably more uneven now.

"I'm... eh, we... we used to d-date," she finally whispers once she's close enough. "In c-college, we dated."

She politely sits in the chair next to you, keeping her knees to the side and turning to face you.

"Oh! Sorry, I don't remember that. How long did we date for?" You inquire.

"M-Most of it," she sighs. "3 years."

Her twiddling fingers reveal her nerves.

"Wait, did I break up with you?" You blurt.

Please tell me that's not how all my relationships ended...

"No! W-we ended it together. After we g-graduated, you wanted t-to go to LA, and I wanted to stay closer to home. It wasn't y-your fault." She shrugs.

"But you're in LA now, right? What changed?" You ask.

"Well... o-opportunities," she slowly enunciates. "I don't really want to be here, but it's the only place I could get a j-job."

"Oh..."

You're struck with another reminder of just how lucky you are.

"Well, I-"

"I'm s-s-sorry, but I have to go. I think a p-patient is waiting," she stammers.

"No worries!" You reassure. "I don't want to hold you up."

She scuffles back to the door, brushing her sweaty palms on her skirt.

Right as the door is about to close behind her, she peeks her head out of the remaining crack and waves shyly for a moment.

You wave back, laughing to yourself at how cute she looks peering out like a chipmunk.

Wow. For someone so hot, I thought she'd be more confident in herself. But still, something about her is really adorable.

Maybe it's too soon to say this, but I think I can understand why I liked her...

You nearly slap yourself as you finally stop daydreaming.

You're supposed to be analyzing her to determine if she could be the stalker, but you find yourself reliving a past romance you don't even remember.

I didn't even get her damn name...

"Your therapist is waiting. It's not her," the receptionist adds with a sly smile.

"I know that..." You sigh.

Maybe it's for the best that my ex isn't my therapist. That would be weird.

You enter through the same door the woman had disappeared behind and make your way to the right office, glancing through each of the mini-windows on the doors you pass by.

As if she expected it, the woman is sitting in her office chair, looking right through the door window. You give her a small wave back, and she grins proudly.

Aha! Her name is...

Leaning over to see the small nameplate beside her door, you're met with a blank piece of metal.

Well, then. I'll find out later.

...

Leaning back in the passenger seat, you watch Lily handle the steering wheel through a turn.

Her skirt rides up on her thighs, giving you naughty ideas of returning her favor.

"Hey," she says, glancing and catching your eyes. "Um... could I ask you something?"

Her sensitive tone puts away the teasing remarks you normally keep ready around her.

"Of course. If it's related to the tumor, I don't mind. Ask away."

She purses her lips. "Do you still want to go to therapy?"

"..."

Her reasoning becomes clear as you think about it.

There's no point in me going anymore, is there? Therapy is a long-term process. It's not so useful for people with my condition.

Your silence is enough of an answer for her. She doesn't look back at you again.

"I'll keep going with you," you decide, crossing your arms.

"Huh!? Why?"

"Because it's our thing," you answer. "With the other girls, I've already gotten chances to do so much with them over the years. But we've only just discovered our feelings, so for the time I have, I don't want to get rid of the one thing we can always do together."

"..."

"..."

Her cheeks turn a faint pink. You relax, fully satisfied with your answer.

"I really wish you were driving right now," she mutters, biting her lower lip. "I want to kiss you."

Taking her cue, you lean over and plant one on her cheek, careful to keep her head turned to the road. Lowering your lips, another smooch goes on her neck, and the last on her shoulder.

"I love you," she whispers, blinking rapidly.

"I love you too, Lily."

...

"Where should I drop you?" She asks.

"Uh, at home should be-"

A new set of thoughts quickly strikes down your answer.

What's my plan? To go home and chill?

No, I don't have that luxury anymore.

I need to make things right with everyone.

I'll go to each of the houses and get some personal time with everyone.

Sensing your hesitation, Lily slows the car to a crawl.

"How about Brooke?" She reads your mind. "She's been absent a lot lately."

"Good idea. I'll see her first," you nod.

...

"Hi," Janet says, her lips taut.

"Hey, Janet," you smile. "Can I come in?"

"Mmhmm." She steps aside and leaves the door for you to close.

Your attempt at warming her up to you fades, and your smile is wiped off your face.

"Where's Brooke?"

Finally, a small reaction erupts in her stoic expression.

"What are you planning to do?" She mutters.

Her eyes are completely present, giving a clear window into her scrutinizing thoughts.

"I want to apologize to her for not spending much time with her. And ask if I can make it up to her."

Your words are chosen carefully to avoid any of the counterattacks Janet might have prepared.

She slowly grunts, in what you can only guess is a sign of approval.

I want to make up with Janet, too. I don't want her to live with this anger forever.

...

With Janet's eyes glued to your every move, you ascend the stairs. In your imagination, she's glaring at you through her incessant faucet of rage, her anger boiling as you move further into her house.

The truth is quite different.

Her gaze first passes over your neck, where the sight from last night fills her imagination. She lingers on the image of your inviting neck exposed to the air, gulping down your groans.

Then she looks at your forehead, where she can visualize that bead of sweat that ran down your head as a product of the pleasurable torture you were the willing victim of.

Her eyes move to your lips, where your panting breaths that reeked of pure carnal desire had exhaled from.

Then down to your shirt, where the outline of your chest is slightly visible.

Her line of sight easily slips down from your chest down to your belt, and then your butt.

She tears her gaze away. Her pores are prickled with sweat, and her breathing is shallow and shaky. The instant you disappear into a room, she flies up the stairs and locks herself in her bedroom.

"What the f-f-fuck!" She mumbles. "Come on!"

Her fingers squeeze into white fists as she fights off the urges penetrating her thoughts. The harder she tries to force them out, the more intensely the images of last night appear.

A few seconds later, her phone is in front of her. Scrolling too fast for untrained eyes to keep up, her thumb scans a group chat until a certain video appears.

Even the generated thumbnail is enough to send her into shivers. Sitting down on her bed for good measure, she already regrets peeking.

One look. Just one look. That's all she needs, and then she'll turn the video off and never think about it again.

She presses play before she can consider how much she'll hate herself for this later.

Imane stares cutely into the camera, getting on her elbows and knees as you climb into the bed with Sydney tailing you.

She drinks up every pixel. She can't see your face, but your body is imprinted into her mind, and it's just like she remembers.

One look, as it turns out, is not nearly enough.

You start pumping into Imane. A shuddering sigh escapes Janet's lips each time you thrust into the thick woman from behind, making both of their faces contort.

Your hands grip Imane's body fiercely. Memories of what those hands are capable of flood Janet's mind from the dark corner where she'd sat them to die.

Moments later, her underwear is lowered. With one finger, she gently strokes the insides of her walls, timing each pulse into her pussy with your pump into her best friend. Her other hand holds her phone inches from her eyes, immersing her further.

As Imane begs for more, Janet adds another finger, then a third. Her pace matches your rhythm completely.

A soft, almost inaudible whisper comes from your throat, but Janet's tuned ears pick it up easily.

"Tell me how much you want this... Tell me..."

Janet's pussy clenches around her fingers in a way she's never experienced, and it's immediately followed by a volcanic orgasm.

Everything goes black for a moment, but she revives quickly. Her body collapses and convulses so violently that anyone else would think she's having a seizure. But through the fog, she knows exactly what's happening.

Her body begs for you, despite her objections.

She stands up. Like a zombie, she pulls up her pants and walks out of her room without another thought.

She strolls toward Brooke's room, finally understanding what she's doing. Every cell in her body needs this, and she doesn't have the strength to fight it.

She slides open Brooke's door and is faced with an unexpected sight.

There are clothes strewn around the room, but no one is present.

The only sound coming from inside is from the shower in the connected bathroom.

Her trance carries her further in, and she whips open the bathroom door. The thought that she's invading someone's privacy never occurs to her.

The pressurized spouts of water steam up the air, but not enough to hide what's happening.

Brooke cries out as your hips plunge her into the wall, your cock splitting her inners apart in a standing doggy position. She's on her tiptoes, cheek flat against the tiles as your hands grip her boobs. Every strong thrust elicits a groan of a different tone from her.

Facing away from the door, both of you are enveloped in the hot liquid, so you don't hear a thing.

Janet's pants drop to the floor. Her hand massages her burning clit as she watches your missile of a cock plunge in and out of the lucky girl.

Finally, Janet's moans get through to your ears.

...

"H-hey..." Brooke mumbles. Her headphones slip off her ears, landing around her neck. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

An oversized pink sweater lays atop her shoulders, nearly hanging off of one. With white leggings and matching socks, her shapely legs are crossed beneath her gaming chair. Her fingers hide inside her sleeves.

"Sorry, I should've knocked louder. I know how your gaming sessions can get." You smile, closing the door behind you.

"Do you?"

Her expression doesn't change, but the atmosphere drops instantly.

"...you get right to it, huh?" You weakly joke.

"Sorry," she blinks. "I'm sorry. I'm just upset."

She slouches in her chair, finally disarming her cold look.

Her calm beauty is marred by the stress your sudden appearance evokes in her. It feels awful to be on the other side of it.

"That's my fault, right?" You jump in. "I should be apologizing. I-"

"It's ok!" She exclaims. "It's not your fault. So can we skip this?"

"Skip... this?"

She picks her head up swiftly, tossing her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder. "I'm horny."

Your eyebrows slowly raise, then sink, then raise again.

"I... what? Don't you want to talk? There's so much I-"

"Not really," she shrugs.

"Do you know... about my..." You inhale deeply.

Someone must have told her, right?

She nods. "Yeah, I found out. My friends have been keeping me updated on everything."

"Oh, good," you exhale. "Is there a reason you never came with the other girls to our meetings?"

She shrugs again. "I didn't think you'd want me there. You don't even know me."

Your eyes briefly shut.

I shouldn't have forgotten about her. Not only was she someone I was close with before, but I saw how lonely she was on that-

"On that self-date I went on, right?" She completes.

"What?" You blurt, your eyes shooting open. "How did you know I was thinking that?"

"I'm psychic."

"..."

She grins. "Just kidding, I have good intuition. And I'm an empath."

Her amused expression is tough to comprehend.

"Aha..." You try to chuckle. "Well, then you probably also know that I'm really sorry about that, and I'd like to make it up to you."

Her hands crawl toward her sweater.

"Then touch me."

She says it like she's asking you for a glass of water.

Her sweater lands at your feet. The two round bulges under her shirt are revealed just as quickly, and when her bare chest is finally revealed with the faint sound of a metal clasp unfastening, your head shuts off.

...

"J-Janet?!?" Brooke gasps.

You pull out of Brooke, having no choice but to go slowly due to how damn tight the girl is.

Janet steps forward. Her bare feet step out of her pants and land on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

You keep your eyes on her face, expecting her to bark at you the instant you glance at her completely exposed pussy.

But she makes no such precaution. Her eyes are glued to your proudly-standing cock, twitching to get back into Brooke.

Janet reaches her hands to the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. She's completely naked, and only a step away from the two of you.

"What are you doing? Why are you naked?" You cry out, terrified.

If it was any other girl walking toward you like that with her tongue practically drooling, it'd be obvious what she wants.

But with Janet, there's just no way it's true.

Or so you believe, until your cock disappears inside her mouth and her knees drop to the floor.

"F-fuck!" You moan, instinctually placing your hand on the back of her head. "Janet, what the-!"

Brooke turns around and stares downward, mouth agape.

Janet mumbles something, muffled by your shaft forcing her lips apart.

She stands up to step into the shower and fully squats down again, getting eye-level with the object of her desire.

"Janet!" You try one last time.

She's too far gone. It seems like she doesn't even recognize your presence - only your cock.

You watch in disbelief as Janet's lips glide up and down, her head bobbing gently, her eyes never leaving your shaft. Even the slightest tingles of delight are shocking when the source is the one woman you never thought you'd ever even be friends with again. The suction-cup blowjob she begins to passionately deliver is overwhelming.

The water from the shower continues cascading over you, but it's the warm, wet heat of Janet's mouth that consumes your entire being.

Brooke, standing beside you, stares down blankly. Like the other girls, she isn't privy to your relationship with Janet, but it's clear from your reaction that sex is not a line you expect to cross with the angry brunette.

And yet, here she is, completely undone, eyes locked on your cock.

Brooke reaches down and gently holds Janet's hair, trying to pull her away from your erect member.

"Janet..." She murmurs.

Her eyes glint.

The girl on her knees lifts her mouth away from you with a pop and leans over to plant her tongue on Brooke's pussy, using her hand to spread the gap between the girl's thighs a bit wider.

"HAAH~" Brooke moans, shocked at the sudden entry.

"What!?!"

Janet flicks her tongue side to side, making Brooke contort her body at will.

Brooke's arms reach out for something to grab, and she finds you. Before you know it, you're pulled in by the neck, landing in a sloppy kiss with the blonde.

Meanwhile, Janet giddily keeps her position beneath both of you, now jerking you off with one hand while eating out her roommate.

It's nothing short of paradise. Everything except for your cock and lips go numb.

...

"Come oooonnn~" Janet whimpers, the first words she's spoken.

Her hands grip your forearm with barely enough strength to tug a feather, but it gets the job done. You follow her out of the bathroom, still drenched, and let her lead you toward Brooke's bed.

She jumps on it and giggles, spreading her legs for a little show. Her body looks so fuckable that you almost forget how unthinkable it is to see her like this.

Brooke comes around onto the bed from the other side, eyeing the two of you.

"Hey, come here," Brooke says, beckoning to you. "She interrupted us, so she has to wait her turn."

You never see Janet's jaw-dropped reaction, as Brooke's massive boobs fill up your entire field of view.

She straddles you as one of her aroused nipples slips between your teeth, blindly aligning your shaft with her opening while you feel up her warm body.

The water leaking from all three of you stains the bed, but no one cares enough to notice.

You groan into Brooke's supple chest, savoring the taste of her skin and the texture of her plush flesh. Her hands hold your head in place as she squats down on your cock, releasing a yelp as your shaft fills her up at a new angle.

Janet waits patiently on the bed, her body flush with anticipation and arousal, and your mind drifts to the desire coursing through your body.

Brooke starts riding you, using her strong thighs to lift her torso six inches off your hips and throw herself back down. Her eyes are squeezed shut.

Her hands grip your chest, nails digging into your shoulders as she fucks herself with your cock, barely letting you move.

Finally able to focus, you grab the sexy woman by the ass and slam her hips down.

A cartoon-like yelp erupts, but it's not from Brooke, whose pace slows momentarily as she writhes in bliss.

Janet howls again as she cums on her fingers. Having you right in front of her is a step up from the video, and brings her to another blazing orgasm even faster.

Brooke's inner muscles tighten around your shaft, pulling your attention toward her. Her moans vibrate against your lips as she leans down to kiss you, and you can't help but respond with your own.

As Brooke builds her rhythm, her breasts bounce against your body. Her weight is in all the right places, and she happily gives you free access to her assets.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, just like that~" She groans in rhythm, despite being the one doing all the work.

She begins to lose control, her movements becoming wilder and more desperate. Her hips buck against your lap, each movement bringing her closer to that elusive peak.

Janet continues to watch in awe, her own juices running down her thighs. She licks her lips, imagining the sensations passing through Brooke's body. She rubs her clit raw, moaning softly.

Brooke's groans grow in volume as her butt crashes down onto your lap time after time. Something about her raw passion in the way she's staring down at you sends a shiver down your spine. Your cock twitches, earning an extra yelp.

Taking a deep breath, you adjust your grip on her, sliding your hands up her back, fingers pulling on her soft skin. She gasps, and her rhythm seems to pick up.

"Yes, yes, harder, faster~" she moans, her voice breathy and panting. "I want to feel you, fill me up, make me yours."

And with those words, you do just that. You pick up the pace, thrusting deep and hard into her, your hips grinding against her in rhythm with her movements. You can feel her body straining to hold back, only making each thrust tighter and wetter.

"F-fuck!! YES~!" She finally bursts as you do.

She hisses as the overpowering warmth of your seed coats her womb, an inimitable feeling.

You gasp as she squeezes her thighs, enhancing the tug on your cock, as if every instinct within her was to take your seed as deeply as possible.

Janet watches intently from the bed, her eyes locked on the sight before her. The tension built up during her wait is now palpable, and your eyes meet hers for a moment.

She sits up, her chest heaving with labored breaths. With a dirty smile, she crawls over to you, ready for action.

Brooke slowly rolls off, content and utterly tuckered out.

Your cock still pulses a few final times, coating the tip with a small remainder of your cum.

Janet fluently leans over, one hand still swirling around her clit, and licks it off. She sighs pleasantly.

"Like this," she whispers. "Fuck me like this."

She lies on her side, tucking her knees up to her chest and tilting her head over her shoulder to look at you. The position looks like how side sleepers go to bed.

She lifts up one of her ass cheeks, revealing the pink, swollen, and throbbing area underneath.

You get down to her level.

Her face contorts as you get closer, evidencing the pure lust she feels, a contradiction to the anger she'd felt for months.

Thoughts float through your head, but you grab none of them.

Instead, you grab her butt with both hands and push her body further into the bed.

As your fingers trace the soft curves of her ass, she moans softly, her back arching ever so slightly. Her eyes are closed now, lost in the sensation of each stroke of your fingers. You feel the heat radiating from her, the tremors that echo through her entire body, and you know that she truly wants this.

You lower yourself over her, your body pressed against hers, your breath hot on her neck as she whimpers softly. Her hips rock gently against you, yearning for more. With a deep, primal growl, you push yourself inside, sensing her muscles clench around you in response.

Her hands grasp at the sheets, turning pale as she tries to hold on. Her body twists and her cries of pleasure and pain fill the room, all before you bottom out.

The feeling is electric. Instinct takes over, and you lean down to plant kisses on her torso, hoping to ease her, but instead setting off further ripples of pleasure.

You pull back, ready to push in again. She follows the motion, feeling it deep within.

The way her body responds to your every move is an aphrodisiac, intoxicating you with her sudden passion.

The heat between your bodies grows, and the sweet musk of her arousal fills the air. You press in, and her moans mingle with your soft pants of exertion.

Your rhythm continues, your hands strapping her down to the mattress as she submissively lies on her side, clenching every time she gets stretched out again.

"~Oh G-god," she whimpers, trying to stay quiet. "Harder."

A fire kindles in your eyes. Unthinking and fueled by lust, you increase your thrusts, her soft groans becoming louder, bordering on screams. Her hips jostle against you now, trying to match you. Her hands move from the bed to your body, grasping every part of you she could hold.

The bed rattles violently, rocking the sleeping Brooke back and forth as you pound Janet sideways. As the air thickens with the scent of sweat, arousal, and raw energy, you clench her waist harder, losing yourself in the primal dance.

Each thrust is more aggressive than the last. Your hands set every inch of her skin ablaze, and she grabs them and places them wherever she can get them to go, sizzling in ecstasy at the touch. Her cries of pleasure rise in pitch as she reaches her breaking point. Her body tightens around you, and it's enough to push both of you past the edge. Her muscles spasm, and her entire body twists as she explodes onto your cock.

"Ahhh~!" She lets out a long, drawled moan as your cum seeps into her, a lesser amount than you'd manage to give Brooke, but still enough to satisfy her.

She continues convulsing so violently that she appears amid a seizure. Moments later, she shuts down.

"...Janet?"

Her name feels odd rolling off your tongue.

You slowly pull out of the sleeping woman, barely navigating your cock out of her cavern before collapsing beside her.

...

The blare of a far-away ambulance wakes you. Your head is empty for a moment until you process the dark, wet, cold environment you're lying in.

Ew! ...oh.

You gradually ascend into a sitting posture. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminates Janet lying next to you, curled up with your hand held to her bosom.

"JanJan..."

You bite your lip, letting the pain startle you awake. This is no time to be using cute nicknames, but the sight of her body wrapped around your arm is one you can't look away from.

Brooke is nowhere to be seen, leaving only you and the brown-haired girl you have so many questions for.

"What happened yesterday?" You mutter. "What was that?"

She snorts. Her forehead crinkles for a moment, then relaxes.

"Don't you hate me, Jan? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

You lower your head as if it would help you dodge the arriving train of shame.

"I don't know what's happening..."

Your thoughts softly sputter to a stop, dominated by the feeling of her fingers wrapping gently around your arm.

It's so wrong, but you don't want to pull away.

She's beautiful... so beautiful. But this is so wrong.

Her lips flutter. She inhales sharply, then settles back down with an exhale, easing the slight tension in her cheeks.

A harsh breeze slaps your skin.

Whipping your head in its direction, you find the tinted glass sliding door that leads to Brooke's balcony partially ajar.

Huh?

You stand up, pulling your arm away from the woman using it as a teddy bear.

Slipping on your underwear, you step to the pane and open it further, revealing the tanned woman behind it.

She leans her head over the railing, resting her forearms on it as she looks out at the world. Her hair waves smoothly in the wind, inviting you closer. She's wearing a small jacket over her normal clothes, much better braced for the wind than you. Nevertheless, you shut the door and walk up beside her.

"Hi," you say, mimicking her position and scooting up next to her.

"Hey." Her lips barely move.

Her gaze is fixed on a building in the distance, one of several forming a small fraction of the LA skyline. Rapidly flickering disco lights emanate from several floors of the building, and the deep bass emanating from within is enough to faintly vibrate your chest.

You glance back at her. Her beautiful, softened eyes still stare at the same point.

"Wishing you could be partying right now?" You ask hesitantly.

She shakes her head and stands up straighter, finally engaging. "No. Some of my friends are there, though."

You nod. "How come you aren't with them?"

Your question hits right to the point of what she was mulling over, and her resigned sigh reveals as much.

"I thought you might come over today. And then we'd fuck, you'd leave, and then I'd finally be free of all this."

Her words replay multiple times in your head, surprising you more and more with each listen.

"What do you mean?" You finally ask.

She slowly chews her lip.

"We haven't really talked once since you came back. It's been so long," she mutters.

"I'm sorry, Brooke, I-"

"Stop saying that." She cuts you off. Her suddenly authoritative tone seems natural. "You're an over-apologizer, you know. You always have been."

You stare straight ahead, thinking.

Another brush of cool air makes you regret not taking the time to put on the rest of your clothes. You subconsciously get a little closer to the girl beside you.

She continues. "I've also been avoiding you, so it's not just your fault. But I knew you'd come to see me eventually, so I prepared for it. I knew you'd want to fuck and get some closure, but if I said no, you'd be stressed about it and keep coming back, and I didn't want that," she states matter-of-factly.

The calculating nature of her words is painful to digest, but you temporarily swallow your denials.

"So you didn't actually want to have sex?"

"It was... refreshing," she carefully chooses. "I still like how you feel. But that's it."

"But I didn't come over looking for sex, I told you I wanted to talk! Why didn't you say yes?" You glance back at her, silently begging for her to just look in your direction.

"You tell me," she says. "What happens after you talk it out with a woman who loved you? What does it end with every time?"

"...a hug?" You try.

"Sure," she shrugs, releasing a tiny smile. "But closure is what I meant. You get some closure on what happened in the past, and you start a new chapter with them."

She mechanically describes how your last few months have gone in a single sentence. You nod, following along, but it doesn't feel right.

"I knew you'd be expecting that if you came here, so I gave it to you. My plan was..."

Her gaze is distant, lost in the muted cacophony of city sounds. The subtle furrow of her brows reveals her clear discomfort, as if the words swirling in her mind hurt to even think about. She sighs one final time, then continues.

"My plan was for us to fuck, say some sweet words to each other, and then go our separate ways. You'd check up on me every once in a while, and we'd hang out once in a while."

That sounds so... meaningless...

"But if we talked it out, we'd probably start dating again..." She shakes her head at the word. "But it would all be the same. We'd hang out sometimes, make out sometimes, and that's it. I didn't want that again."

...again?

You glance out at the skyline, watching the lights of a different large building flicker off all at once.

"Well..."

No rebuttal seems worthy.

"I'm right, aren't I?" She asks, with not a hint of ego or pride. "That's what you've been doing."

"But... you make it sound so empty..." You complain. "If our feelings are still there, it can be so much more than occasional visits. Sure, I have other women I'm dating, but we build something new between us too, right? We can grow together. If... if you want to..."

"..."

Her hair blows in the wind, tickling your neck. She moves a few inches further down the railing.

"..."

She finally turns to look at you, keeping her body toward the sights. She's a bit pale, but her face glows in the moonlight.

"Don't you ever feel like you're doing too much? With so many partners, don't you ever feel like you're taking on more than you can handle?"

The answer is obvious. "Yeah, I think that sometimes. I don't know how past me managed to keep all of this afloat."

"They didn't," she mutters.

"Huh?"

"Your past self didn't keep all of this afloat. They tried, but they couldn't. That's why they broke up with almost everyone."

You sympathetically place your hand on her shoulder. She stiffens up for a moment, then settles back down.

I guess no one told her this part.

"That's not true," you start to explain. "The reason I broke up with everyone was because of my tumor. I didn't want everyone to be affected by it too badly, so I thought I'd ease the pain. But for the girls I didn't break up with, it was because I made them promises I didn't want to break."

She squints for a moment. "No, I know all of that," she says.

"What? Then..." You pause.

"Do you really think that's it?" She leans forward over the railing again as a gust of air passes, letting it wash over her cheek.

"What do you mean?" You blurt forcefully. "What else is there?"

"..."

Another unrevealing sigh is all she gives you. If not for your utter confusion, you would have started feeling impatient with her hesitation.

But there are a million things she knows about the past that you've yet to learn, and you'd wait as long as it takes to see a glimpse of them.

"I might not be very smart, but I know what love looks like," she finally whispers. "When you find out that something really scary is happening to you, the first thing you do is tell the person you love about it." Her body slowly eases as her words rush out, released from the dam she'd built around them.

"When you love someone, they become your safety blanket. They can protect you from things you can't protect yourself from."

Her words sound profound, but strike hollow.

She continues, faster. "What I'm saying is that I don't think it was that simple. I don't think you found out you had a tumor, got scared of how everyone would react, and then broke up with everyone. You loved us all too much for something like cancer to do that to you. There was something else."

Her tone has too much conviction to ignore.

"How can you be sure? What was it?"

She shakes her head, her exasperation growing.

"I don't know, boo."

"..."

It was the pet name she'd chosen, the one she'd made you promise would be reserved just for the two of you. You aren't sure when that memory came back, but it pops into your mind now.

"My gut tells me that..." She gulps.

"Maybe you didn't love us as much as you thought you did."

"..."

"..."

The world splits in two.

Through one eye, you can see Brooke, not daring to look up at you out of fear.

Through the other, you see... the past.

"You never loved me like you said you did! You stupid, lying prick! We're over!"

A new memory, and with it, a new set of unforgettable words, drives nails into your ears.

"Let's go back inside now. Get some rest," Brooke whispers, glancing up at the frozen, terrified expression on your face. "It's only eleven. You have time."

No... no...

She keeps her head down as she walks you inside.

...

You sit in the darkness of Brooke's room. She'd gone back to bed a few hours ago, letting Janet occupy the other half of her mattress.

"Too much fucking shit to figure out..." You mumble to yourself. "First Janet pulls this shit, then Brooke saying that I..." You purse your lips.

I can't even say it, huh? The thought that I might not have... loved them...

"And then... this memory..."

"You never loved me like you said you did! You stupid, lying prick! We're over!"

"That was her... my college ex-girlfriend..."

It's the first and only memory you have of her from the past.

"I don't think it's a coincidence that this happened the same day I finally met her again."

You shut your eyes, visually comparing the blurry image of her in your memory to the fresh image of the attractive therapist she'd become.

Her face in college seemed quite different from her current-day self. Narrower, yet chubbier. Beyond that, it's hard to make comparisons. All you can picture is the rageful face of the girl she was at the instant of your recollection, and the calm, collected demeanor of the woman she is now.

I must've done something really bad for her to react like that. But she said we broke up together, not that she broke up with me!

Hm...

...

Standing at the front porch, you slowly twist open the doorknob with your key pushed inside.

The lights are on... but no one's answering the door? They must be streaming.

Earlier, you'd left Brooke's house with no farewell to the sleeping girls. But instead of going home, you took a detour to Imane, Sydney, Celine, and Tina's house, hoping their positivity would cheer you up before you had to go to sleep with a head full of gnawing doubts.

A muted giggle comes from upstairs, and you walk up the stairwell toward Imane's room, smiling in anticipation at the fright she and her chat were about to receive.

You quiet your footsteps as you draw nearer. You settle right next to the door, waiting for another sound before opening it.

"FUUUCK, YES~!" Imane howls in delight. "Right FUCKING there, Syd~!"

You step away from the door.

Wow... that's... not what I thought was happening here.

"AAHH~~!" Celine's shrill cry pierces through the door.

Celine too? All three of them are in there?

On a whim, you open the door anyway.

Imane lies on her back, her thighs wrapped around Sydney's poor head as she eats her out, while Celine rides Imane's face, curling her fingers and toes in bliss.

A familiar blinking dot flashes on Imane's camera.

"OH!" Celine gasps, the first to see you. She quickly gets off, and Sydney follows, releasing Imane from her pleasure chamber.

The three girls are beet-red. It's hard to tell whether it's from the sex itself or the embarrassment of being caught filming themselves doing it.

"Oh, you didn't need to stop. I just wanted to stop by and chat, but I can come back later," you grin slyly.

Imane can read you like a book, but she plays along.

"No, stay~! There's plenty of time for chatting right now~" She hums, walking toward you.

Celine and Sydney look at each other, then glance back at you with grins as Imane pulls you inside.

...

"You know, I actually did come over to talk to you all," you mutter.

"Suuuure. You came over to chat. And hang out. We know what that means," Imane says, bopping you on the nose.

You grumble, knowing they'd never believe you.

Celine giggles for a moment, before dutifully placing her tongue back on your balls and swirling back and forth, getting deep enough to make it incredibly pleasing while giving Sydney room to use her trained lips and tongue on your shaft.

The three girls lie around you in various ways, their faces all extended toward you, lying on your back. Sydney and Celine had quickly grabbed dibs on your lower half, leaving a grumbling Imane to pepper your face and chest with kisses and teasing licks.

Your hands cherish their bodies. One of them squeezes Poki's butt while the other grabs Celine's boobs, alternating between both of them.

Despite the once-in-a-lifetime view of three stunning women pleasing you however you wished, the thoughts you'd pushed away eventually come back.

Is it possible... that I never really loved them?

You glance up at Imane. Her bright eyes shine down with pure affection, softly closing every time she leans in for another kiss.

Tilting your head up, Sydney is still going to town on your rock-hard erection, while subtly playing with one of her nipples under her shirt. Though her mouth is occupied for a moment, her eyes grin as they meet your gaze.

Lastly, Celine happily hums as you shift your gaze to her. Even in this obviously lewd position, she's such a source of innocent joy that you can't help but smile.

You lay your head back down.

"I'm so lucky..." You mutter.

Imane reveals a rare blush. Sydney freezes for a moment before continuing, and Celine coos.

"Me too," Imane whispers. "Us too."

You nod, letting her place your hand on her cheek and drawing her in for another kiss.

I love them. There's no question about it.

...

"Tch." Her tongue clicks impatiently. The pen zipping around her fingers flies at an untraceable speed.

A wide, goofy grin grows on your lips.

Her stoic demeanor crumbles into a faint, mirthful snicker upon facing your incredibly stupid smile.

"Can you just answer the questions?" She raises her hands and flops them on her lap, pursing her lips for a moment. "We go through this every week, and your antics have only grown!"

"But those are boring." A dramatic sigh adds to your growing list of theatrical displays. "You're so much more fun."

Faint pink dusts her already-rosy cheeks. Her soft emerald eyes hide playfully behind small bunches of her fallen hair.

"Well, I..."

She gulps again. Her hands fold once, twice, and a third time in her lap, never quite getting comfortable.

"I think you're quite fun, too," she finally replies, forcing out her professional tone.

The silence soon grows stale.

"Well, let's continue on with the questions, then."

"Nah."

"...nah?" She leers at you in a fashion you'd come to recognize.

"I don't wanna." You cross your arms and lean back, leaving her sputtering.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want your mommy and a bottle while you're at it?!? We have work to do!" She leans forward and slams one hand on the table, beginning to reveal the fruits of your efforts.

While she sees nothing but red, you place your hand on her delicate fingers and quickly slide it up her arm.

She adjusts immediately. Yanking back her hand, she stares down in shock. But your fingers have already crawled up her shoulder and to her chin, where they hold her soft skin up to face you. Her porcelain skin is cool to the touch.

She meets your gaze for a half-second before her eyes are forced to close.

The kiss is one-sided. She's frozen in place, lips stuck ajar like a sleeping mouth-breather.

As you pull away, the dash of red on her lips stands out much more amid her blanched face.

"Wha... what do you think you're doing?" She whisper-cries. "In here?!?"

She doesn't move away from the palm cradling her chin.

You lean in again. Her chin lifts up slightly as your lips brush against hers. Her breath is warm and sweet.

Her reason finally regains control far too quickly for your liking. She pulls her head back, escaping your touch.

You reach out with both arms, deciding to go all in on this gamble.

"Huh-!"

She knows what's about to happen as soon as your hands gently tug the back of her neck forward.

But this time, her lips meet yours with something unfamiliar swirling beneath her pristine eyes. Your brain lights up as she kisses back, her resistance collapsing into your collective lust.

That's all it is. Lust.