Rip off that bandaid

After how insane the weekend had been Lily didn’t know what to do with herself. Her hangover finally over, she woke up alone and went through the motions of every other Monday. She worked a solo shift at a nearly empty café and spent most of her time idly texting Quin or reading a book. Cassie hadn’t responded to the last three texts by closing time, and Lily was feeling a little freaked out. Steeling herself, she resolved to just drop by Cassie’s house and pay a friendly, chill (oh my god we had sex) visit.

It was already a little dark by the time Lily arrived, the wind chill freezing her nose to a rosy little icicle. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. Waiting anxiously, she noticed the heavy clomping footsteps of George, rather than the light undetectable dancer’s steps of Cassie. George opened the door holding a can of beer and grinned “heya Lily, good to see you! Get in out of the cold, didn’t know you were stopping by tonight.” George was a good-looking guy, with short cropped brown hair and a stubble, standing a hair over six feet tall. He worked as a construction foreman for his father’s company and had been high school sweethearts with Cassie, evidently the heterosexual aftermath of the fling with Quinn.

Lily smiled back and thanked him, placing her coat on the hook and making her way into the living room. A football game blared on the TV, and empty beer cans littered the coffee table. A flannel clad man, presumably one of George’s friends stood and introduced himself as Mickey, before sitting back down to hurl curses at the losing team. George cracked a beer and handed it to Lily, “hate to disappoint you Lily, but Cass is out tonight with the book club, probably not back till late cause I think they’re getting dinner after. You’re welcome to chill and watch the game with us though.” Lily took a sip of the cheap light beer and weighed her options; she wasn’t particularly into sports and hanging out with the two men might end up a little awkward. As she stood debating a familiar face emerged from the bathroom, wiping wet hands on his pants, and freezing as he clocked Lily.

Jason the carpenter who’d choked her with his cock, spanked her, cum inside and made her clean him up, stood in the hallway of her cousin’s house staring at her, his mouth hanging open slightly. While Mickey was engrossed with the game, George immediately caught the tension filling the room. No one spoke for a long moment; the only noise was the television and Mickey’s profanity. Lily was caught like a deer in headlights, watching the gears of recognition obviously spinning in George’s mind.

“Jay, the girl you fucked on the job was my fiancé’s fuckin’ cousin? What the fuck bro why didn’t you FUCKING mention that!” George’s outburst was enough to snap Mickey away from the football and focus in on the unfolding clusterfuck. Jason stammered his response “L-l-look man I didn’t know who the fuck she was, and I told you exactly how it went down, crazy slut, sorry, kept rubbing up on me and then begged me to fuck her I swear to god dude.” Lily flushed a bright red and hung her head unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

George took a deep breath, steadying himself as he turned back to Lily “Look, Lily, Jay’s wife Becky is like Cassie’s best friend beside you. She’s a real tightass-“a muttered protest from Jason “nah man she really is dude. But when he came in, telling us all about what happened on the repair call none of us believed him. Did you guys really uh… y’know, do it?” Lily took a long time to respond, the illicit thrill of what she’d done with Jason lighting a shameful fire inside her, these two other men watching her every move trying to reconcile Jason’s lewd tale with the girl standing before them. Finally, Lily raised her head “The night before I got stood up on a date at the Stag and I got fucked by the bartender in the back room. That morning I woke up and I found Jason in my apartment when I was coming out of the shower, and I don’t know what came over me. I really wanted to tease him; it was just supposed to be a bit of fun.”

The sound of roaring cheers emanated from the TV while the three men listened rapt, not even breathing as Lily continued. “I teased too hard, pushed too far. Jason pushed me to my knees, and I sucked his cock, and then he fucked me on the couch and spanked me. When he came inside me, he made me clean his cock off with my mouth so his wife wouldn’t know. It was my fault, I wanted it even after he said he was married. Please don’t tell Cassie guys, or Becky, please I’ll do anything.”

“Holy shit bro thought you were fuckin’ lying Jay” Mickey muttered, clearly taken aback. Jason looked equally stunned, glancing between Lily and his two friends with a shocked expression. George was the first to speak “We can’t have the girls finding out about this, Becky would absolutely lose her fucking mind, and I’m not sure what Cassie would say.” The thought of straining her already incredibly delicate relationship with her cousin set Lily on the verge of a nervous breakdown and before her brain could catch up her mouth seemed to open of its own accord “If all three of you never speak of this you can all fuck me right now!” By fate or cruel serendipity, the cheers of fans screaming at a touchdown rang out from the television at that exact moment.