An open door

You did feel better, actually. A lot better. But as the fog of anger, lust, and grief cleared from your head, you were forcibly introduced to the reality of your situation.

You'd just accepted a blowjob from a girl you barely knew. A panic started to set in, which Megan seemed to notice immediately.

She rolled back into her feet and stood up, placing a hand on your arm. "Relax, Tim." She said in a soothing voice. "It's okay. This doesn't need to mean anything... if you don't want. I just... I don't want you to feel you have to cope with this alone, like I did. It's easy to do things you'll regret. Especially if you don't have someone to take care of you."

You took a few deep breaths. She was right, you realized. If Megan had blown you that morning instead of just then, you'd never have assaulted Allison. You remembered she had lost her own mother a few years back, and it... changed her.

She went through a dark-clothing phase, and fell out with her usual friends. You don't recall her really finding any new ones, but you really hadn't paid her all that much attention, because that's when you and Allison started dating.

"Thank you, Megan. This was... well I guess I really needed it." You found yourself wondering vaguely why she was so confidently skilled with her mouth, but weren't about to pry.

Megan smiled, and you found yourself noticing she was actually very pretty. You really hadn't given other girls very much attention at all recently.

"I'm happy to help. Really. Anything you need." Her hand on your arm squeezed gently, her tone implying she really did mean anything. After that blowjob she'd given you, you knew you would have a hard time getting that offer out of your head. She added, probing gently, "So, why isn't princess perfect taking care of you? From what I've heard, you two have been like bunnies."

'From what she's heard?' Groaning inwardly, you remembered that girls talk to each other, and there's a non-zero chance that half the girls in school already know about the sorts of things you and Allison got up to.

"It's complicated." You said simply.

Megan nodded, then leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek. "Well, I'm not complicated. I want to take care of you. And like I said before: if you want, I won't tell anyone."

As the full scope of what she was saying settled in, she turned and slipped back out of the small study room, leaving the door open a few inches.

You were already getting hard again, thinking about her offer.

Fuck.