Chapter 2: Secrets

"Shhhh," Emily whispered in her boyfriend's ear as she moved down his body. Noah, bleary-eyed, grinned. She was topless; she knew how much he liked seeing her tits while she serviced him. The more she could do to keep him invested in the moment, the better. The whole thing had caught him off guard. He lay back and enjoyed it all, not even looking her in the eye. This asshole, she thought, privately burning. He made out with his coworker right in front of her and now thought he deserved this? That's not why you're doing this, Emily reminded herself. The guilty feeling started to climb up her back again. Just finish this quick and you'll never have to think about it ever again.

He didn't last long, either. That's why they had called her 'Purse' in high school, because her pursed lips could hold anything. The bullies had, anyway. Thinking of that again made her feel angry too. When he filled her mouth she didn't look up at him, keeping her head down until she was sure she had all of it. Then, with the head of his cock still deep in her mouth, she swallowed.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing—his heavy, hers controlled. She pulled back slowly, her mind replaying the taunts from years ago. The anger that had surged through her moments before began to ebb, replaced by a cold satisfaction. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, feeling a mix of emotions—part of her wanted to cry, another part wanted to scream, but mostly, she just wanted to forget.