The Compensation

Later that day, the sun had already set, and darkness enveloped Lucy's room. She was still in bed, her body aching, her mind a mess. She felt empty, and yet, strangely full. She picked up her phone and dialed Marco's number.

"Hello," she said, her voice sounding exhausted, almost unrecognizable.

"Lucy! Where are you? I've been waiting for you! What happened?" Marco's voice was vibrant, a mix of concern and barely contained excitement.

"Marco... I'm not going to be able to come over today," she whispered. "I... I'm exhausted. It was... so many blowjobs. They left me dead."

There was a silence on the other end of the line, and Lucy could almost hear Marco's mind working, imagining the scene she was describing to him.

"But," she hurried to add, "I'll make it up to you. I'll keep my deal. I promise. Just... not today."

She hung up before he could ask any more questions and sank into the pillows, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.

She woke up the next morning to birds singing outside her window. She felt as if she had been hit by a truck. As she pulled the sheets off, a flash of color on the white fabric caught her eye. A small souvenir. A dark, almost brown stain of dried blood, where her virginity had once been.

She stared at the stain for a long time. The irrefutable proof of what had happened yesterday. It was no longer a fantasy, no longer a game of words. David had taken something from her that she had always assumed would be for Marco. A feeling of loss washed over her, but it was quickly drowned out by the memory of the orgasm he had given her, of the feeling of being filled. She was corrupted, and a part of her knew it.

After school the next day, Lucy went to Marco's house. She had dressed with care, as if preparing for a performance. She wore a tight, white sleeveless blouse and a short skirt that left her long legs exposed. She wanted to feel powerful, in control.

Upon entering Marco's room, the tension was palpable. He looked at her like a starving wolf. They kissed immediately, a **** and possessive kiss on his part.

"So..." he said, his voice hoarse against her mouth.

Lucy knew she had to manage the situation. To keep Marco from suspecting, to ensure that her own narrative was the only one that mattered, she pulled away with a flirtatious smile.

"Yesterday was crazy," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I gave your friends so many blowjobs... that's why I was so incredibly tired." She completely omitted the "special blowjob" she had given David, the condom, and everything that came after. "My jaw ached, but they just kept coming."

The image she painted was exactly what Marco wanted to hear. His erection tensed visibly under his pants.

"But," she continued, "a deal is a deal. And you weren't present. So you won your prize."

With deliberate slowness, she sat on Marco's bed and lay back. She lifted her skirt, revealing her panties, and then, with a fluid motion, she took them off and tossed them aside.

"Come here," she ordered Marco approached, kneeling between her legs, an icy thought of panic ran through her. Will he notice? Will he know I'm not a virgin anymore? Will it look different?

But Marco knew nothing. He didn't even know what a woman's pussy looked like, much less the subtle differences between a virgin one and one that was no longer. To him, what lay before him was paradise, the prize he had been waiting for, the trophy for which he had gambled his girlfriend's mouth. He didn't see a broken hymen; he only saw Lucy's pink, wet pussy, open and inviting for him.

He didn't hesitate. He buried his face between her thighs and his tongue touched her.

Lucy let out a choked cry. The fear vanished, instantly replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath. Marco's tongue was soft, exploratory, and it focused on her clitoris with an almost religious devotion. It felt a thousand times better than David's finger, a thousand times better than anything she had felt before.

She felt incredibly aroused. Marco, feeling her response, devoured her pussy with unbridled enthusiasm, licking and sucking her juices, happy to finally be the one giving her pleasure, without knowing that he was only cleaning up the leftovers from another man's party.