Author's note: This is a dark story, and bad things happen to good people. If you don't like dubious consent, cheating, blackmail, and things like that, please go read something else. All characters are 18 years of age or older.
That night, Grace didn't let Ryan fuck her, even though that was all she wanted. She ached not just to have more sex because of how turned on she was but to feel his loving arms around her. She should have told him everything because if he told her everything was going to be okay, she would have believed him.
Really, she should have called the police and told them everything that Jay had done to her. Then they would have arrested that asshole, and the problem would have solved itself. She didn't, though, and honestly, she didn't know why.
Was it because then everyone would know what he did to me? She wondered. Would everyone be able to see right through me? Would they know how much I liked it?
Instead of doing any of that, she went on a date with Ryan just like she'd planned and acted like everything was normal, even though there was another man's cum dripping into her panties. That was the reason she didn't let Ryan fuck her, she decided. Because he was an attentive lover, unlike the asshole that had used her, and he always went down on her.
There was no way that he could do that today, though, not when she reeked of sex with another man. She'd already done enough to Ryan, but she couldn't do that.
Instead, she gave him head in the parking lot like a good girlfriend and spat his cum into a tissue before asking him to take her home because she wasn't feeling well. Once there, she resolved to take a shower and forget that this had ever happened, but she couldn't even get clean without cumming on her fingers while she relived the events of the day.
Why had she done it? How had she thought any of that was a good idea? She couldn't say. The little bit of pot he'd made her smoke had made all of those memories hazy and distant. She couldn't say why she'd done it with a man who had caused so much harm to her brother.
All she could say was that it had been one of the hottest moments of her whole life, and as terrified as she was that he might have knocked her up, she probably would have let him fuck her again right now if he was there.
That thought certainty made it all but impossible to imagine that it was Ryan fucking her as she came on her fingers, but she still made an effort. Even though she sighed his name, it was Jay's sneering face that she saw when his imaginary doppelgänger came inside her again.
In the morning, she pretended it had never happened, of course. She went back to loving Ryan and being a good girlfriend who would never have unprotected sex. She might have stayed that way, too, had she not seen Jay being nice to her brother later that day during lunch. She'd been sitting just close enough to hear his lame apology, but it had just been realistic enough to make what she'd endured yesterday worth it.
"The teachers said that if I want any hope of graduating on time, I've got to stop being such a dick to you, so consider you and me square, Liam," Jay told him, just loudly enough for nearby people like her to hear.
Of course, he'd done all that because she was there. She knew it was an act just for her. Still, even with him looking over Liam's head when it was done to offer her a predatory grin that stirred up a storm of butterflies in her stomach, it was a good enough act that her brother bought it.
That night at dinner was the first time she saw him really smile in a long time, and she wondered how her parents would have ever been able to mistake the difference between the fake, fragile smiles he wore so often and the real thing.
That warm, happy glow lasted just long enough for her to make her think that everything was going to be okay, but it vanished just as soon as she turned a corner after 6th period and ran right into Jay's broad chest.
"Excuse me," she said, trying to move past him, but he moved step for step as she did, making that impossible.
"Sorry, Grace, but I need your help with something," he said, gesturing down the rapidly emptying hallway. "It won't take more than a couple of minutes."
"I already told you," she hissed, "I--"
"Didn't you see how happy little Liam is now that his school days are going to be smooth sailing," Jay taunted. "It would be a real shame if someone new started bullying him right after all that came to an end, don't you think?"
"Look, can't we do this after school?" she asked. Standing there, she felt like everyone was looking at her, even though she was fairly certain that no one ever really looked at a mousy brunette like her.
"But I've got a problem now..." he growled, grabbing her hand and pressing it against the bulge in his crotch.
"I..." She pulled away like she'd been burned and flushed immediately, but even as Grace's words failed her, Jay was walking her down the empty hall in the other direction, and when he reached the handicapped bathroom, he dragged her inside the small room and locked the door behind him.
"Jay! You can't do this. I did what you asked. We had a deal!" she said, trying to regain her spine. She even stomped her foot, but that did nothing to stop him from unbuckling his pants and revealing the obvious bulge in his boxer shorts.
"Relax, princess," he said. "I'm not going to fuck you on campus in the middle of the day."
She breathed a sigh of relief, but even before she could wonder at the strange twinge of disappointment that ran through her pussy, he continued. "I'm just going to need you to blow me."
"What?!" she said as he pulled his dick out.
She hadn't remembered it being so big or so angry looking, and at that moment, the way it throbbed as she studied it made it look more like a weapon than an appendage.
"What do you mean, what?" he asked. "I told you that you were pulling a train Friday night, and I need to make sure you actually know how to give good head before I start inviting my friends. Call it a free sample."
