My hotel room

"Well, I'm in a hotel down the street. I think we should go there and talk." The pain caught you off guard and you staggered to a stop. Talking about her sex life was one thing, but going to your hotel dressed in nothing but a bikini was a bit of a stretch.

"O...kay I guess. I can't think of anywhere else."

You let the topic change as you walked toward the hotel. Emma's parents had been strict, she was always studious in high school and never really had a boyfriend before this guy. It wasn't until she was 18 that she even really started to think about dating. Her boyfriend was in her class at school, and they had gone from friends to dating just before they graduated.

They had hung out a lot as boyfriend and girlfriend, but you ended up agreeing with Emma that something wasn't right in the relationship. This guy had a girlfriend that was actually scheming ways to fuck him and didn't seem to give a shit. You didn't actually care about this girls romantic situation, but if all this actually helped her, then why not?

When you got to your hotel room, you sat down in the room's one chair. She sat awkwardly on the corner on the bed. From here, you appreciated her bikini-clad body even more.

"You were telling me about being at your boyfriend's house?" you prompted.

"Yeah, he just didn't seem that into it."

"There must have been something wrong. I think you should tell me exactly what happened after you undid his pants." The pain wasn't bad at all. She had already been pushed far enough down this path.