Ignore the stains, ask her out.

You try your best not to look down at Tina’s sex-stained skirt. You assume that the best way to distract yourself from this incredibly awkward situation is to focus the conversation on something else. Anything else.

“I just wanted to let you know... I’ve been thinking about us,” you say.

“About...us?” she replies, snapping out of a distracted state.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I know this might feel like it’s out of the blue, but I really like you. I don’t know what the deal is with you and your boyfriend, or whatever else you have going on...”

Tina squirms a bit. She runs her legs together, pressing her thighs into one another, like there’s a secret that could pop out of her pussy at any moment, and she has to hold it in.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”

The awkwardness on Tina’s face turns into a stoic expression. She looks down and thinks. Then she mutters “sure, I can do that.”

“Really?” You’re shocked, partly due to her bemused response.

“Honestly, this may sound kind of weird, but I like you too, in my own way.”

In her own way? What does that mean? You decide to forget it and leave it alone. You’ve won this round.

You lean in and kiss her on the cheek, a soft peck. You pull away before she can respond.

“I better get going. I snuck out of my house. See you later Tina.”

“Bye Chris.” She slowly backs up and shuts the door. Her zombie like state was unsettling. You sympathize with her; not many people can hold it together after getting fucked by their step-dad.

You peek back through the window before you head to your car. Tina’s dad is stroking his fat little dick as she takes a seat next to him. She says something. He laughs and then reaches a hand into Tina’s blouse. He grabs a handful of her breast and squeezes tightly. You can see her wincing in pain, but she holds her cries in. He stands up and faces Tina. You watch as he sprays cum on her face and body like he’s lightly watering a flower garden. Specks if cum fly all over her face and clothes. She stays seated long after her step-father falls asleep on the couch beside her, his dick dangling out of his underwear.

Back home, you can’t eat. You play video games, but you slip into a rage at the smallest failure. You go to bed early trying your best to move on from what you saw.

You open your phone just before you drift off to sleep. You open an empty text for Tina and think about what you should write to her.