Pay no attention to her

You don't know, neither you care, what she may want from you. Probably she would taunt you again about your sister, and you frankly don't need that now. So you shrug it off and proceed as nothing.

At home, your family notices your dark mood, but you avoid their questions with vague answers. After lunch, you go to your room where you lay down on bed, blankly staring at the ceiling. Slowly, the awareness of what happened this morning reaches you, and you roll on your side in a motion of annoyance. At that moment, someone knocks at the door.

-Big Bro?- Tina peeks in like a fawn from the branches: -Is everything alright? We, uhm, I had the impression that something was bothering you...-.

You stay silent. Her tone becomes more lustful as she gets closer: -Maybe your little sister can help you clear your head...-.

-What if I just want to talk?- You blurt grumpily. She falters and halts.

-Sure, of course. Do you want to talk about something?-.

-No.-.

-O...k... then... I'll leave you alone...-.

She sounds hurt by your behavior, but actually you are a bit pissed off with her: in a sense, it all began when Melissa snitched about her attire, so she has her responsibility too. Or maybe not, you're not lucid enough to say, you just want someone to blame.

-You know, I've talked with Melissa a few days ago.- You say, not sure where you want to go.

-Oh. Ehm, she can be obnoxious at times.- She answers. She also doesn't know what to say.

"Obnoxious" is a euphemism. Though, thinking back at your "encounter" with her of before, you realize that something was off with her tone, like she was... scared? Probably it was part of her plan. You really shouldn't think about it.

-Do you know where she lives?-.

-Melissa? ...I'm not sure actually. Why? Has she told you something...-.

-No reason.- You interrupt her: -Now excuse me, I'll take a nap.-.

She mumbles a "yes, sure", and exits. You, however, doubt that you can sleep right now. For some reason, you are stuck with the idea that you've made a mistake ignoring Melissa earlier. Of course, this thought leads to other things you regret of. Jeremy, William... but sadly you can't think of one that you can remedy.

"Wait." You sit up.

"Maybe there is one.".

---

You exhale a deep sigh, letting you slide on the mattress in your big, high decorated room. Today as always, the blankets have been washed and scented, and now they perfume like lavender. Now more than ever you are grateful to your servants, even if you still feel guilty that your parents **** them to do it every day. But you hope that they won't be mad if, just for now, you'll focus a little on your own exhaustion instead.

Starting from when you got home by Trish's, the last days have been pretty intense. You have found yourself involved in every initiative of the parish, and even if you have always been very participative, given the importance of your family, during these two days your parents have accompanied you to every celebration, function, or pastoral meeting which had been organized, to which you (obviously) contributed at the best of your potential, with a dignified presence, lots of hands-shaking, and of course by offering your unconditioned help for several commissions. You have smiled so much that now your cheeks are aching. Not that those smiles weren't sincere - you inherited all of the love of neighbor from old Heather: her sense of responsibility towards peoples in need, her strong sense of duty as a kids animator, her passion in every altruistic action she commits - but you doubt you could have carried on further without collapsing.

You brush your hands on the sheets, feeling their pleasant coolness. You'll regret having these insinuating thoughts later, but it's almost as if this is your parents' punishment for the offense Elena's accusations have brought them. Elena... poor woman. Only thinking about the harm you've caused to her, it breaks your heart, and you haven't had time to ask Trish if she had any news. To be honest, you didn't even have time to text Tina, or to do anything else...

-Mmm... ah...- You moan out as your fingers trace your pussy's outline from outside your panties. You already feel guilty for this - you know that it's deeply immoral, against all the Lord's commandments - but you can't hold it anymore, you need some relief, and you need it right now.

-T...Tina... ah...-.

You take off your clothes, your body is already sweating its pleasure and, while you play with your clit with the palm of your hand, you insert your middle finger inside your cunt, fondling it with sloppy sounds.

"Ohh... oh God... please forgive me... forgive this sinner... my flesh is weak ... but feels so good...".

You just hope that no one enters now - that your father doesn't open the door, that he doesn't see you fingering and moaning your best friend's name while soaking your bedsheets with your fluids - ohhh God please have mercy HAVE MER-

-...!!!-.

You open wide your mouth but restrain yourself from screaming. Your body is shaken by a premature, yet powerful orgasm. You rest panting, trying to recover, oh Jesus it felt so good. You strive to cover yourself before it's too late.

DRIIIIN

You jump-scared at that sudden noise, but you recognize it as your phone ringing. You quickly grab it from your bedside table and read Trish's name on it. You answer with bated breath.

-Hey sugar!- Comes her unmistakable voice.

-Mrs. Martinez! I'm glad to hear you! Uh, I hope to find you healthy and that everything is fine!-.

-Oh, you are too thoughtful! And please, call me Trish. I have good news about your maid, but first of all, I wanted to inform you that our photos have served their purpose. Therefore I thank you again, honey.-.

Wait, photos? What photos? What has Tina done when she was you?

-Heather?- She asks not hearing anything from you.

-Uh, yeah, sorry, I'm-I'm happy to learn it. And I apologize again for the inconvenience I am causing you Mrs... I mean, Trish.-.

-Tut-tut, I've said it's fine. About that, I want to inform you that I got her address.-.

-Really?- You light up: -How did you do it?-.

-Oh, it was easy actually. I've tried with a few calls, but then when the postman passed I said to myself, "let's ask him", so I invited him in and gave him a deep...-.

You cover your mouth listening to the following part, which Trish recounts in **** detail. Once or twice, you almost faint.

-I... I see...- You babble in the end.

-About that address...-.

---

You hear your mom closing the front door, today as every day she'll spend it away from home, and when the evening will come she'll barely talk to you. You knew right away, from the first moment you've absorbed Cindy's memories, that her mother evaluates her job more than her daughter. But today you don't care, you are still astonished by what happened yesterday with Charity.

You didn't fully realize it on the spot, but you did it, for real. Sure, you must convince Kim to accept her body which is (Charity won't get angry for this since it's the factual truth) less pretty than Maria's, and somehow you'll have to deal with having created another person with your powers. But Maria is now safe by Kim's machinations!

Lying on your bed, you hug tightly your pillow against your chest, feeling your breasts being gently squashed on the soft fabric. You grab your phone as if you were hoping you got a message from her, tried by not having been able to see her this morning since she had no class; instead you find an unread message from your boyfriend, James.

I knew you were a fucking slut, but you could have told me that you have slept with Adam too! You made me look stupid when I showed him your nudes, you know? So it's over, it was fun but don't try to contact me again, and delete my number. Have a good life, or not.

You read it again, and then one more time. You say to yourself: it's not that bad, he was your amusement and you his, so you expected such an outcome. But... he has been rougher than expected, that's it. You put down your phone and bury your face on the cushion.

"I shouldn't be sad because of this. He... He's right, isn't he? I'm really a slut, even yesterday I proved it. That's how people see me, just a pair of tits and a vagina. It's not like... it's not like I didn't know this. I sleep with any guy I meet, or I try. And now with Maria, probably it's the same. It's just because Tom likes girls, but it's the same thing. They're right, they are all right about me, this is what I am. I should just... just...".

The doorbell truncates your flow of thoughts, and you lift your head in a jump. It can't be mom, she has the keys. You walk to the door and you open it ajar; then, seeing who he is, you open it with stupor crossing your face.

It's you; that is, the old you.

---

Cindy is astonished at your sight, and you notice that her eyes show unmistakable signs of tears. Shit. You now regret your choice of coming here: how could you have thought you could fix things with her by just talking? But there you are, it's useless to cry over poured milk.

-Hi. May I enter?- What a stupid question, as if she needs you to invade her spaces again. She doesn't react scared, however, only still a little surprised.

-Yes, of course. Uhm, sorry for the mess. Do you want a drink?-.

-No thanks, I'm fine.-.

An awkward silence now pervades the living room with her staring at you enigmatically. You didn't expect this "quiet" turn of events, but again, maybe you should have planned it first.

-So... how are you?- You ask.

How is she? Damn, what has gotten into you? How do you think she's feeling, especially now that you are here?

-Uh, I'm ok, I mean, like the usual.- She plays cool, while with one hand she wipes her eyes one after the other.

-Oh, but please, take a seat.- She waves to the sofa, where you sit uncomfortably. Not because of the settee.

-And... is there anyone else?-.

-No, my mother is out.-.

Fuck. You wonder how she can keep her poker face. You decide to go to the point before she gives in.

-Listen Cindy, I really wanted to apologize to you.-.

She opens her mouth in an "oh", and she strokes one arm with the other hand. You find her beautiful right now, close in on herself like a pretty shy fairy. You feel your penis hardening at her narrowed tits, clasped in a blue wool sweater. You chase those thoughts away: they are the very ones you should stay away from right now.

-Thank you. But what for?-.

What? How - does she want you to admit everything? - is she serious or just confused? - that must be it, she isn't thinking straight right now.

-You know, for this Monday. When you were at my home.- You allude.

An expression of clarity paints on her face. Now she remembers! Thus she will respond with sorrow or anger, but you deserve that, don't you?

-Yeah, don't... don't worry about that.-.

You're taken aback. That must be her way to evade the trauma, there is no other explanation. You... you did the thing with "r" to her.

-But Cindy, I was terrible with you. What I did is... I mean, I treated you like an object!-.

She smiles - what? - and bows her head aside, as if like an adult addressing a naive child.

-I truly appreciate your apologies. But, honestly, the girl you've seen that time, she was the real me.-.

-I don't understand.-.

She laughs a bitter laugh and then parades her cellphone.

-My boyfriend has just dumped me because I'm a slut. And... he's right. This is my nature, you see? Being abused and objectified: this is what turns me on. I liked it, Tom, every second of it. So don't waste your time with me, it's not worth it. Really.-.

You are left speechless. Cindy goes to the kitchen where she drinks a glass of water, like she's expecting for you to go.

-I think that your ex is an asshole.- You say out loud. She turns around a shocked expression on her face. Your lips tremble with emotion, but you continue anyway.

-A true dickhead, for calling you a slut and for leaving you by text. And... even if you liked it, I didn't know it, I didn't think about how you were feeling; but I did it the same. And you know what?- You jump on your feet, feeling a revolutionary who harangues the people: -I don't think that you should be blamed for liking sex! Especially from those who took the opportunity to sleep with you!-.

She looks at you as an alien, and you fear you have crossed some line. She opens her mouth several times, but doesn't say anything; then, finally: -But I told you he was right about me! Listen but I go to a psychologist for this, there is something broken in me.-.

-One reason more not to blame you. I don't know if it's a defect or not, but even if, it doesn't seem that bad to me. I mean, everybody likes sex! And, and nobody is perfect.-.

-I appreciate your efforts to make me feel better, but...-.

-It's not that!- You pipe out, almost annoyed. She shouldn't be ok with this, she should be angry, furious with you! Because... because...

-Both I and your ex are the bad guys, not you!-.

Her visage is more and more perplexed, but she shakes her head vigorously: -You don't understand: I've accepted it! Being this! I mean, there's nothing I can do, so I've put my mind at ease!-.

-Then why were you crying?- You spit out before you can realize it. She stops and freezes. You see tears reforming in her eyes. What have you done?

-It doesn't matter. You, you're a good guy, don't waste your time with me.-.

You calmly walk to her and place your hand on her shoulder.

-And what if I want to waste my time with you?-.

She hefts her crying face, and you flash a timid, reassuring smile.

-Don't do it... I don't deserve it...- She whines in a faint voice.

-Don't say that.-.

-Stupid kid, you have no idea what you're talking about...- She softly brushes your bearded cheeks.

-Even now I want to...- She shudders, and you know what she wants to say, what she wants to do. After a bit of hesitation, you gird her waist.

-If you want this, it's ok.- You murmur: -But only if you do.-.

-No... go away before I'll ruin you too...-.

-I won't.-.

-Then... it's your fault if...-.

She kisses you with passion, her lips bring the salty taste of her tears. She undresses until she remains only in her underwear and bra, an assorted pair in pink. She gently guides you on the couch, where she sits astride your lap, brushing her body on yours. The sight of her nice tits and their smell tease you right in the face.

Your hands move behind her back, where they unhook her bra, revealing her moderately large nipples. Her boobs are not in the big size, they just fit her body, giving her a slender grace that is superior maybe even Kim's one.

She unbuttons your shirt, the cold air of the room pricks your bare chest, and to those chills is added the thrill of seeing her pull down your pants and underwear, freeing your "friend".

-Ohh...- You groan as her lips swoop on your tip, sucking and slurping like a delicious popsicle. Just as Kim has taught her.

-You-you improved...- You murmur. She slightly smirks, then sensually moves her hair back to go deeper. Even the tickle on your tights is arousing.

After a while, she decides it's time to pass to the main event. She lifts up and spreads her legs, inviting you to take her womanhood, to tear apart the thin fabric that is covering it. But this time you want to do things right.

-What are you... awn!!!-.

You trace with your tongue the underline of her pussy, finding it humid but not really moist. However, as you keep going it becomes wetter and wetter, until you slid off her panties and go straight to the source. The pleasure overwhelms her, as she's **** to lay on her back, unable to support herself with the arms anymore.

-Ohh... Christ... it's so good... so good!-.

When she's finally ready, you straighten up and she does the same, and now your torsos dance opposite each other like snakes.

-Why have you done it?- She breathlessly questions you.

-I just wanted to return the favor.-.

Your foreheads romantically touch and she helps you to get rid of your shirt, with your penis pressing hard on her crotch.

-I want you... to enjoy it too... as much I do...-.

She breaths on your mouth, like blowing to you an ethereal kiss.

-You're really kind.-.

You feel her lower part moving and your head entering her folds. For a moment you have a doubt - is it really a good idea? - but then she moans in delight and you take courage.

-Come here.- You lay down on the pillows on your side, puppeteering her thin frame to spin around and rest in front of you, while keeping interconnected by your sexes. You put one hand between her legs, massaging her clitoris, while with the other you find and grab one of her breasts. Her warm, minute palm rests on its back, and she demonstrates all her appreciation with the moans of pleasure that come out of her clenched teeth. Your mouths are just a few centimeters one from the other, suspended before a sensual kiss.

-I like your tits.-.

-D-Do you?-.

-Yes. They're... ohh... soft...-.

-T-Thank y-you...-.

You wonder if her lovers have ever paid her compliments, or shown any kind of appreciation. They must have been blind if not.

-Let me ride you.- She begs with a petulant voice.

-Please!-.

You lay on your back and she sits on you, showing to you her sinuous back. By placing her feet on the sofa, she starts moving up and down, moaning louder and louder, so much that you expect her neighbors to knock at every time.

-M-My tits...- She whimpers, and you don't need any specification, your digits find her nipples and pinch them. This sends her into ecstasy.

-Fwah! I've never thought it could be... aww, T-Tom!!!-.

She's close to orgasm, and you're too.

-Hold on tight!- You warn her.

-Wha-uhhhh!!!- You sit up with the strength of your abs and then get up in order fuck her properly. She lays on her back, restoring her eyes-contact with you with her beautiful, green irises.

You've decided you won't cum inside, it would be a bother to her to clean up. But time is running out, and you're afraid she will lock herself onto you. Instead, as if reading your thoughts, she mutters: -M-My belly please!- and you pull off your dick, mercilessly shooting all your semen over her groin.

-Oh God, ohh, OHHHH!!!!- The sight is the drop that breaks the camel's back, and she joins her orgasm to yours.

You collapse next to her and both of you lie still to get some air, until she has enough to talk to you.

-Why? You would have gotten, anf, much more pleasure if, if you'd just fucked me...-.

-But this way... you stopped crying... see?-.

She exhales heavily, then she giggles, then bursts out in laughs.

-Are you, are you playing prince charming with me? You want me to be your, what, Princess and the Pea?-.

You chuckle too, thinking that it would be a little too late for that.

-Fuck!- She sighs: -You were good, Tom. Kim is a lucky girl.-.

You feel your skin crawl at those words.

-Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.- She lectures again your thoughts.

-Thank you for being her friend.- You say, referring to your mentioned sister: -She's not an easy person.-.

-Not that I have a choice anymore...-.

-What do you mean?-.

-Nothing, just raving. You should... you should go now, before my mum gets back.-.

She's right, the last thing she needs is to be caught by her mom. But you can't go yet.

-First I want you to promise me that... that you'll look for someone who will treat you as you deserve.-.

She looks at you intensely, then she nods. Satisfied with yourself, you don your clothes and you leave her.

---

-Oh God... oh God...-.

It's strange, it's all so strange. You shouldn't feel this surprised when it comes to him, right?

You look at all the seed he has left over your crotch. Tears form in the corners of your eyes, but this time they are tears of joy.

"He was kind... he was gentle... to me... even if I'm just a slut... he thinks I deserve someone who loves me...".

Flashes of the visage of a certain person crowd in your mind.

"Maybe I'm deluding myself... perhaps I'm just ****... but I want to believe it anyway... only this time...".