Just leave

As you watch Miranda, your beautiful Miranda kneel down between Toms legs to pleasure his cock you feel your whole world crash down around you. There’s no excuse for this. No heat of passion, no burning temptation to push her to the brink, not even a simple dare. Miranda has made her choice of her own free will, and she chose Toms monster dick over all of you. Thinking about it makes you feel sick, your head spins and your heart pounds staccato in your chest. You need some air, but more than that, you need to leave. If you stay here any longer it feels like you’ll go mad.

Quickly you get to your feet, nearly stumbling as the earth seems to shift around you. With shaking hands you grab your clothes from the floor, trying not to look at the others even as you grab your shirt from near them. They barely spare a glance at you. Miranda is too busy worshipping Toms swollen balls and he is enjoying it too much to pay attention to anything else. Only Sarah spares you a quick look, the smugness evident in her eyes in the less than a second of eye contact you share. She won. Like it or not she got exactly what she wanted, exactly what she warned you about.

Miranda is a whore for Toms cock, now and forever. She’ll never be the sweet innocent beautiful girl you fell in love with again. That thought alone nearly makes you sick. With your clothes in hand you storm out of the room and through the front door, slamming it behind you in your haste. Making your way down Sarahs drive you clumsily redress yourself, not even stopping as you pull your shirt over your head. You’re too desperate to get away from it all, all the whirling confusing feelings that threaten to overload your brain every time you think about Tom and Miranda.

You don’t stop walking until you get home. Letting yourself in you go straight to your room and flop limply on to your bed, not bothering to get changed or even take off your shoes. Sleep eludes you through the night till the crack of dawn but you don’t move. Instead you stay until you have to get up, lying on your front, your brain too paralyzed by visions of the past to move.

You don’t know what your future holds, but you know Miranda won't be in it.