the girl on the bench

Charlie sat on the floor of his room the entire day. His eyes were swollen. The memory of Sophia pressed against the bathroom wall refused to leave his mind — her wet sounds, her trembling legs, the way her boyfriend had fucked her without care.

He was still crying when a soft, narrow voice drifted from the doorway.

"Do you really want her… Charlie?"

His body stiffened. The same voice. Slow. Almost breathing against his ear.

Charlie held his breath and slowly turned his head—

"Hi Charlie. How was your day today?"

It was just his mother standing there with a normal smile.

He forced a weak laugh.

"It was… a good day, Mom. How was yours?"

"It was fine. I forgot to buy a few things from the market. Can you go get them?"

"Yeah… sure."

He needed to get out of the house anyway.

At the store, Charlie was picking vegetables when he saw them again.

Sophia and her boyfriend.

The boy had his hand low on her waist, fingers casually sliding under her top. Sophia leaned into him, smiling like nothing in the world was wrong.

Charlie clenched his jaw.

Fuck them. I don't need this shit again.

But the pain still settled deep in his chest.

He paid quickly and left.

On the way home, the road took him past the old park from his childhood. The place was completely silent. No children. No voices. Only the sound of leaves moving in the wind.

Near one of the benches, a plastic water bottle stood open. Water dripped from its mouth, one drop at a time.

Tap… tap… tap…

Charlie walked closer.

A girl was sitting alone on the bench. She wore only an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her thighs. No pants. Her bare legs were pale under the fading light. She had her face buried in her arms, crying quietly.

"Hey… are you okay?" Charlie asked carefully.

She flinched and looked up. Her eyes were red.

"Leave me alone," she whispered.

Charlie didn't leave. He sat down on the edge of the bench, keeping distance.

"You shouldn't sit here like this. Someone might take advantage."

She wiped her face with her sleeve.

"My parents are too strict. I just needed to breathe for a while."

"What's your name?"

"…Molly."

They talked for some time. Nothing deep. Just enough for her crying to stop. When it got dark, Charlie stood up.

"I have to go. You should too."

Molly nodded, still wearing the jacket he had given her around her waist, and walked away into the trees.

Charlie went home, handed the vegetables to his mother, and collapsed on his bed.

Sleep came fast.

But even in sleep, the same soft voice whispered near his ear.

"Do you really want her?"

The next morning was different.

It was the day of the school trip to Homanies — a popular divine place. Everyone was excited. Charlie sat with Leo and Kie on the bus.

Sophia looked different that day.

Her uniform shirt was slightly tight. Every time she moved, her breasts pushed against the fabric, the soft shape of them impossible to ignore. Her boyfriend kept touching her — a hand on her waist, fingers brushing her lower back, as if reminding everyone she belonged to him.

The bus started moving.

After some time, the bus suddenly stopped with a hard jolt. A girl sitting near Charlie screamed in fear.

The teacher misunderstood.

She thought Charlie was the one who got scared. Without asking, she walked over and pulled him into a tight hug.

Charlie's face was pressed straight into her soft, heavy breasts.

The scent of her perfume filled his nose. The warm, soft flesh pushed against his cheeks. For a few seconds he couldn't move. His cock twitched hard inside his pants, growing warmer and thicker with every second her arms stayed around him.

He stayed frozen, heart racing, until she finally pulled away.

"It's okay, Charlie. Nothing to be scared of," she said gently, completely unaware of what she had just done to him.

Charlie sat back, face burning, trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants.

Leo smirked but said nothing.

They finally reached Homanies.

Charlie and his friends were walking around, taking pictures and talking, when Sophia suddenly appeared in front of them.

Charlie's heart jumped. His face turned red almost immediately.

Leo muttered under his breath, "She's not even that hot."

Charlie ignored him.

Sophia looked directly at him.

"Sophia… how are you? Enjoying the trip?" he asked, voice slightly shaky.

"Yeah… I am." She hesitated for a second, then said, "If you don't mind… can you come with me for a bit?"

Charlie blinked.

"Me? …Uh, yeah. Sure. Why?"

"I just want to talk to you."

She turned and started walking away from the group, expecting him to follow.

Charlie stood there for a second, heart pounding hard in his chest.

Then he followed her.