Meeting an old classmate from highschool.

I opened my eyes.

Slowly, I rubbed my head as I sat myself up.

Huh... it’s weird. Besides that moment when Shelly reminded me about her, I never even thought about Bella at all during my years in college. Strange that I would get a random dream about her all of a sudden.

What kind of dream was it though? I remember asking her out in school, but then after that... what was it... Was I in the hospital or something? Was I taking Bella to the hospital?

Kind of makes sense that I’d think about a hospital, considering I’ve been in one for a couple of days, but what the hell triggered a memory over Bella for? It’s not like we were particularly close or anything, I only just had the crush on her in high school.

Well, whatever.

It’s been seven years now, right? I wonder how she’s doing for herself? Probably married to someone already after passing college.

Sigh... if only she was a bit friendlier with me back in high school, maybe we could have been at least friends, if not dating. Despite the poor way she treated me, I wasn’t the type to hold grudges, I’d like to think. Hopefully, she’s doing fine for herself.

I yawned heavily, before getting up from bed. Looking down, I could see and smell the dried-up remains of cum and fluids from last night's sexual adventure.

“So that actually happened...” I mumbled to myself.

Half of me was sort of convinced last night was just another dream. I would have been disappointed if it was though.

2026 is a very good year for me despite the amnesia. A very good year indeed.

Taking another sniff of myself, I grimaced, “Should probably take a shower before I head out, actually...”

Feeling refreshed and clean as a whistle, I donned on a new pair of clothes and walked out to meet up with Stacy in the kitchen.

She seemed in the middle of monitoring the microwave, no doubt preparing me another meal of that delicious pizza dish again. When she saw me enter the room, she grinned, "Hey sleepyhead. You all rested up?"

Her face on top of mine.

My hand caressing her breast.

A single tear almost shedding.

"For the longest time... God, probably ever since we first met."

The scene replayed itself over and over again in my head as I looked and marveled at Stacy's beautiful face.

Without uttering a word, I briskly walked up to her and kissed her on the lips.

She seemed surprised at the exchange but didn't complain as she started kissing me back. While we began making out, I took this opportunity to be a bit friskier than usual as I skimmed my hands down to fondle her breasts. Its lush textures felt so soft, it was like holding a watermelon made of marshmallows.

She broke the kiss with a dumb smile, almost melting against my touch. She raised an eyebrow and asked in a sultry tone, "Mmm~ You suddenly got confident real quick. Whatever happened to John from yesterday, who worried constantly over whether he was objectifying me or not?"

"Sorry..." I awkwardly told her, "After what happened last night, I guess it sort of changed me a bit. I don't really think this is confidence though, rather, it's more like I got this really powerful urge to hold and kiss you, and never let you go."

She curiously looked over me as she commented, "You know... this is the first time I've ever seen you act so romantic towards someone before..."

"Well, that makes sense, I guess." I nodded along, "I mean, I never had someone to act romantic with before, so... Yeah."

Stacy awkwardly looked away when I said that, almost looking guilty about something. But then she suddenly changed the topic, "Hey, just so you know, we're going to be doing more things today in an effort to try to get your memories back. I've decided that since you seem to adapt to new situations easier than I originally thought, maybe it might be a good idea to catch you up with some of the latest changes in the past seven years. You know, things like new companies, new technology, recent events- anything that might interest you- MMph!"

I interrupted her with another kiss, pushing the back of her head towards me as I caressed her waist. Her eyes slowly rolled up as if she was in some form of ecstasy.

After a while, I dropped the kiss, letting her regain her bearings. "Those can wait, can't it? I just realized that I didn't spend enough time getting to personally know you better yesterday. All we talked about before going to bed was about how your boss mentor was so cool and stuff. We never actually got around to talking about you!"

She blushed as she readjusted her glasses, "Well, I mean... I guess we can do that too. I still don't know if it'll be any entertaining though, considering my life isn't exactly all that interesting, and the interesting parts only start to happen after we've already met each other... but since I still don't think it's safe to tell you those parts yet, I might not actually have that much to say."

"That's fine, Stacy." I held my hand against her cheek, "We can start off slow and work our way up until you finally think I'm ready to learn more about myself. But honestly, I just really want to learn more about you. I'd be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn't know a single thing about my own girlfriend."

"B-Boyfriend?" She stuttered a bit, seeming surprised at the thought. "Y-You're my boyfriend?"

"Well... Yeah?" I shrugged, "Should I call it something else? I mean, I don't know what else to call it. You love me and I love you too."

Stacy shuddered with a pleasant moan the moment she heard me say that, leaning further into my hand. With loving eyes, she looked up and told me, "I'm fine with that, I think."

God, the amount of control I have over this woman is insane! I never thought in my entire life I would be able to get someone weak in the knees just by telling them that I loved them.

Stacy looked down briefly in order to point out, "You have an erection again."

Unlike before, I didn't feel the need to feel embarrassed and hide it away. Leaning down to connect our foreheads, I whispered, "Maybe we should get it treated again, like last night?"

God, I'm ballsy all of a sudden. I would have never had the fortitude to act like this before.

Stacy's eyes widened a bit, looking more than a bit thrilled at the suggestion, “Even after everything that happened last night, you still have energy for more? You haven’t even eaten breakfast yet.”

That... is a good point.

Where the hell was all this sexual energy coming from? I came about a thousand times yesterday, you’d think my cock would be sore and tired by now.

Yet here I was, raring to go another round.

As I thought on this, Stay shook her head with a disappointed, "I would like to, believe me. But it's not a good time. I'm expecting someone to show up soon."

I started caressing her cheek, "We can make it quick, right? Besides, don't you still have bodyguards out by the door? Won't they warn us first if someone was coming in?"

She leaned into my hand like a mewing cat, struggling to compose herself. Seeing her getting so hot and bothered just from touching her was driving me wild, I was half tempted to ignore whatever she says and take her right now. Almost.

She looked back at the door, then back at me, all with a very struggled look on her face. Closing her eyes to heavily contemplate it, she decided, "She'll take a while to show up anyway. You know, why not?"

All of a sudden, she shrugged my hands away and got down on her knees as she began unbuckling my pants off.

“As a doctor, I have to treat my patients with any ailments they might have anyway. Let’s get this cured before she gets here.” Stacy looked up at me with a playful grin as my cock was uncovered.

I moaned as she began inhaling me like a vacuum.

Amnesia. The poor man’s got amnesia.

Her wonderful, great, and amazing hubby was suffering from amnesia.

Bella gave a tense sigh as she impatiently waited in the hotel’s elevator. Curse the fact that they had to have picked a penthouse suite!

As a dutiful and loyal wife to who was basically the world’s greatest gift to all mankind, she couldn’t help but feel paranoid and overly worried about her husband. In fact, a part of her was angry that she never prepared a plan for scenarios like this. Spend so much time with someone so godlike, you forget that he could be human too.

And humans can die.

Bella didn’t want John to die. Thankfully, that never happened.

However, knowing that he was suffering from amnesia was still just as big of a shock.

What would the consequences of this be, she worried. Does he remember her at all? If not, will he ever remember her?

How many years of his life did he lose? Is he still the same man she fell in love with, or someone else entirely?

What accident did he get into that would cause something like this? Was her friend fine? Did the two ever get the chance to meet before this tragedy happened?

And yet there was this small, darker, more selfish part of herself that felt almost thrilled to hear him go through amnesia. The idea of meeting him again as if it’s the first time, being able to introduce herself in a better light, preventing her from ever making the same mistakes she once did when they originally first met...

The elevator gave a small ding, signaling her arrival. Bella frustratedly shook her head, putting the selfish thought away.

A wife that’s happy over her husband’s suffering is not a good wife at all.

“Are you alright, Milady?” One of her bodyguards spoke up, noticing her frustration.

She rubbed her eyes and cleared her head, giving a weak smile, “I’m fine. Just nervous, I suppose.”

Her other bodyguard, a female blonde, reached a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I’m sure Lord John will be absolutely fine. He’ll be ecstatic to know that his wife has come back to go check up on him.”

Bella politely nodded back, but somewhere inside, she felt like she needed to scoff at the idea.

As much as she adores and worships the ground he walks on, she wasn’t as naive to think that she was important enough to leave a lasting impact on him that even amnesia couldn’t make him forget.

Most likely, the moment she walked in that room, she’s going to find him looking up at her, wondering who she was, and give a gentle hello as if she was a random stranger.

And she has to accept that fact in order to face him the way he is now.

Onward she and her entourage of guard goes as they make their way through the halls to find the door to their penthouse suite. Up ahead, the familiar site of the doctor’s personal bodyguards were stationed.

They both immediately straightened themselves up when they realized her presence, and gave a quick bow in respect. The one named Donovan told her, “They’re waiting for you in here. Doctor Mandel had requested me to remind you once again that Lord John’s personal state is currently very sensitive, so please remember to be cautious and wary of your own actions around him.”

The empress nodded seriously, “Of course.” Looking back to her group, she commanded, “Guards, I’d like to visit my husband alone. Please station yourself out here in the meantime until further request is needed.”

Her guards bowed and lined up against the wall in stiff and rigid fashion, almost as if making themselves out to be statues in the scenery.

With a nervous breath, Bella sighed and entered the penthouse suite, preparing for a roller coaster of emotions.

“FUCK!”

Stacy moaned as she groped my ass, her chin completely covered in saliva as she continued to inhale me in her throat.

I have no idea how, but I’ve completely underestimated this girl’s sexual skills. She was relentlessly bobbing her head on my cock like a machine set to max, and it doesn’t even look like she was going to be tired anytime soon.

I had already fallen back to lean against the counter in the dining area, the microwave pizza long and forgotten in favor of the doctor’s epic blowjob session.

I swear to god, no matter how many times I get to do this, it’s still probably going to feel like it’s the first time. Blowjobs are seriously growing to be my favorite thing in the world right now.

My hips started bucking by themselves out of instinct, going in rhythm with Stacy’s tempo. Stacy played along, never once losing the beat.

I grunted, feeling warm feeling boiling up in my balls, “Gah, I’m gonna cum!”

I don’t know why I even bother to warn her. Stacy never seems to stop or slow down whenever I tell her that I’m close to cumming. If anything, she seems to go into overdrive and starts sucking harder than ever to try to get me to cum faster.

The slurping noise from her dicksucking could be heard echoing off around the entire room, to the point that it’s practically the only thing we could hear.

With another grunt, I couldn’t hold back anymore and let loose inside her mouth.

Stacy firmly grasped her arms around my waist, attaching herself to my body as she steadily drank the cum I was pumping into her throat. Every spurt I would empty out, she made it a point to swallow twice as fast.

Eventually, I was empty. My knees nearly gave out as I tried to regain my bearings, but it was really hard to stand up straight when there was a woman still sucking you even after you’ve poured out all your reserves.

“Jesus Christ, you always give it your all when it comes to treating your patients, don't you?” I chuckled.

Stacy steadily circled her tongue around my cock for almost a straight minute before finally pulling her head off, leaving it clean and polished.

With a flirty smile, she told me, “I’ll always give it my all when it comes to you, John...” Then, to further drive me crazy, she leaned in and started rubbing her cheek against my dick out of adoration, “Please let me know when you want me to take care of you again, okay? I’ll do you as many times as you want until you’re bone dry~”

“I think I’m gonna faint.” I mutter to myself, looking at the scene in wonder. “What the hell did I do to deserve a girlfriend like you?”

“You told me that you loved me.” She answered sweetly, “Then I said I loved you first. Now it’s up to me to wonder how I managed to earn a boyfriend like you?”

“Didn’t realize you two had such a romantic relationship already.” A voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling the shit out of the both of us.

Looking up to the patio railing, that’s when I saw this random girl with dark wavy hair looking down on us with a predatory smile. Like a Cheshire Cat, she leaned against the railing as if she had been watching us this entire time.

At the first sight of her, Stacy seemed to go into full panic mode, dropping her flirty attitude and getting up from her knees as she wiped the spit from her mouth. Then as she hurriedly adjusted her glasses, she stuttered, “Oh god, I-I am so sorry! I didn’t know you were already here! Please don’t be mad, I swear it’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh really?” The woman coyly asked, “So you’re weren’t just sucking his dick like a hungry cumwhore just a moment ago?”

“W-Well, I mean, that much could already be made out easily alone, yes-“ Stacy continued stammering, “I-I meant the context behind it! I didn’t take advantage of his amnesia to try to make him fall in love with me or anything! I promise!”

“Well why not? If I had been in your shoes, that would have been one of the first things I would have done.” The lady proceeded to walk down the steps and slowly make her way towards us, “After all, how long has it been since you’ve been vying for his affection?”

While this had been going on, I was just kind of sitting here in the sidelines with my pants still down and my dick still out, embarrassingly enough.

Gonna be honest here, I have no idea what exactly is going on here, and I have no clue what I’m suppose to do...

I hurriedly went to pull my pants up to cover my shame, wondering to myself if I should butt in before the situation got any more messy. It feels like Stacy is being put through a nasty interrogation spot right now...

“One of the first things you warned me not to do when I got here was to do anything that might set John off the deep end, and here I arrive to find you practically exchanging wedding vows after swallowing scoops of his baby batter. Hypocrite much, Stacy, my dear old friend?” This other girl came at her with a playfully accusatory tone as she strutted her way towards the doctor.

Stacy gave a few intimidated steps back, nervously stating, “W-Well- I suppose I’m a little bit at fault for- uhm- pushing his buttons a bit too much- maybe- b-b-but wedding vows are a bit of an e-exaggeration, ma’am! It’s nothing as serious as that!”

Ma’am? Who exactly is this woman and what was her relationship with Stacy?

“Oh, but the two of you just seemed so lovestruck with each other, getting so lovey dovey, asking how you could possibly deserve having such a wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend in your life!” The lady brought herself to stand behind Stacy as she wrapped her arms around Stacy’s waist. The lady’s arms seemed to hold onto Stacy tight and snug, propping her boobs up.

Stacy gave a small gasp at the contact, growing redder by the minute but seemed almost powerless in her hold.

“Oh, Stacy...” The lady clicked her tongue in faux-disappointment, “You forgot your bra. Your nipples are practically piercing out of your turtleneck like diamonds! Is it because of the cold air conditioning in the room, or the cum flavored husband snack you had before I got here?”

I gulped, completely frozen in place as several discussions and arguments formulate in my head, telling me to choose whether I should sit still and let this happen or get involved to stop this weird flirtatious bullying.

“P-Please...” Stacy started whimpering, “Can we s-save this for l-later? J-John still doesn’t know who you are! He has no idea w-what’s-“

The lady silenced Stacy by bringing one of her hands up and roughly started manhandling Stacy’s breast. Stacy was **** to speak in gibberish as she quivered against the lady’s touch.

“Now now... I think John is going to be just fine while we continue to catch up with each other. After all, it’s not like he’s going to wander off during all this. You practically started this before I even showed up by being such a nosy home wrecker!” The lady whispered sensually against Stacy’s ear, holding her from behind and fondling her tit like a lover.

Welp, if that didn’t fucking revive my boner again, nothing ever could.

Holy shit, what the fuck was happening right now?

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. This incredibly rapey situation in front of me was keeping me completely in check.

Stacy’s reserves seemed to have broken down as she slowly closed her eyes and started leaning back against her captor, breathing heavily as she got fondled. Her arms have gone limp, and her knees were weak as she slumped against this mistress-like woman that appeared out of nowhere.

The woman in question looked over at me, seeing me brain dead stare at these two like a guy hiding in a closet with a camera and a super man shirt on. She smiled, before asking, “I wonder how long you two fell in love with each other? Must have been rather quick, considering the amnesia started only a few days ago at most.”

“I... uh...” I mumbled dumbly.

Come on! Work, brain, work! I HAVE TONS OF QUESTIONS RIGHT NOW.

“Was she good in bed?” This lady suddenly asked, “I bet she was. One thing I know from the good doctor is that she never leaves anyone dissatisfied, ever.”

What the frack does that mean?! What are these insinuations?! Is my girlfriend secretly in lesbian relationship? AM I ABOUT TO GET A THREEWAY- COME ON AND ASK THESE THINGS ALREADY-

My mind goes blank the moment I saw the lady push her other hand down in Stacy’s pants, causing Stacy to give a big moan. She started wriggling her hands down there like a man playing a guitar solo, and Stacy kept quivering as she opened her legs up.

“Are you jealous, John?” The lady smirked, enjoying my reactions, “Wish you could be standing where I am right now? Fondling your girlfriend’s titties and rubbing her pussy from behind, making her squirm and quiver in your arms like living sex doll?”

Jesus Christ, am I about to get cucked by a girl?

I am definitely... half not okay with this. I think???

Watching her dexterous hands move around so skillfully, as they fondled and rubbed Stacy all over and making her look like she was about to cum at any moment, I ended up imagining what would happen if I was the one getting the handsy treatment from her.

Almost as if reading my mind, she didn’t wait for me to respond as she suddenly laughed, “Oh my god! You’re not jealous of me! If anything, you almighty actually be jealous of her! You’re totally wishing that you were the one standing here instead of Stacy!”

The lady stopped fondling the doctor’s boobs and focused both hands down in Stacy’s crotch area, playing with her down there as Stacy lurched her head back and moaned loudly.

“Is that what you want, stud-muffin? You want me to get behind you and rub my fingers all over your cock? Make you lean back against me as I jerk your cock off until you cum all over my fingers? Make you cum like I’m almost about to make Stacy cum and make her out to be the good whore she is?”

Is this still real? Am I dreaming?

What the fuck is even going on right now? How did things even lead up to this event? Who the fuck is this lady?

I have no idea how to react to any of this.

As this continued on, Stacy seemed to have reached her limits as her head lurched back as far as it can, before she shouted, “Oh god, Milady Bella! I’m cumming!”

Her hips started spasming in place, before there was a noticeable wet patch slowly oozing out and covering her entire pants-

Wait, did she just say Bella?

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WAIT WHAT

“She just called you Bella!” I blurted out as I pointed my fat finger at her, the first words out of my mouth since the start of this whole fiasco.

The lady looked confused at me when I point this out.

“Are you Bella Cardigan?!” I asked her.

Her eyes widened in shock and her first response was, “You remember me...?”