With the respect he deserved.

Mark walked over to the kitchen area.

The women turned to him. They both had on casual clothes that he didn’t recognize. Silence hung in the air.

Allison walked over to Mark and stood an inch in front of him. He looked down. He’d forgotten that he was almost a foot taller and outweighed her by 70 muscular pounds. He looked over her shoulder, embarrassed. He made eye contact with Kiara and looked away. Finally, he looked down at Allison. Her pale blue eyes were awash in tears. Scrubbed clean, her face was freckled and young.

“Thank you so much, Mark. Last night was incredibly healing. I’d had a bad experience when I was young, or a series of bad experiences with one guy, and it’s haunted me. It’s actually why I quit gymnastics. I didn’t break my ankle like I told everybody, though I did wear a cast for a month and pretend to everyone, including my parents and the other coaches, that it was broken. It was my ticket not to travel with the team, to get away from my abuser. The only person who knew was my gynecologist, who agreed to help me.

“I feel like I killed the demons last night, or that we killed my demons. I don’t know how to thank you.” She hugged him, body to body, while she sobbed.

Mark was touched. He held her tightly. He felt tears come to his own eyes.

Mark, being Mark, smelled her hair, felt her thighs move against him, felt her breasts press against him. He felt his erection. He couldn’t help it. He had been intensely aroused for almost 24 straight hours and hadn’t cum, and felt his cock push against her. He tried to be considerate. He moved back his hips.

“Mark,” Allison continued, “last night was also pivotal in helping me let loose sexually. No excusing my abuser’s behavior. He’s a pedophile and a sociopath, and he hurt a bunch of girls, and I’m glad he’s now in jail, but his messing with me overlapped with an inner kink that I already had. The whole domination thing, for example, had always interested me, but I’d have liked to play around with that, or my exhibitionism, or whatever, with someone my age rather than **** on me by some old man.

Mark felt her hand reach up and stroke his swollen cock. He heard her growl. His hands reached down and lightly stroked her ass.

He looked over at Kiara, who was standing in the kitchen, sipping coffee and looking like a proud parent.

“Listen,” Allison said, “From now on, we can both get pleasure. I’m sure fucking me will be a challenge since I’m fairly small, but I’m also a gymnast and a yogi. Flexibility is my middle name.” She squeezed and massaged his cock. “And I like to challenge myself, and Kiara promises to help. I think we’ll rise to the occasion.”

She backed off, and Mark found himself lurch forward. “Having said that, I’ve got 3 straight classes today. The first starts in about 15 minutes. I have to wrap up a paper, study for a midterm, and organize my independent study for a tutorial tomorrow.”

Mark looked stunned.

“Just because I’m about to outslut anyone you’ve ever met, I’m still going to keep up with my homework. What kind of a girl do you think I am? Meet you back here at 8:00.” She looked down at the hard cock that was straining against his jeans. She patted it. “And bring him too.”