Chapter 214. A Heart's Conflict (The Amnesiac)

You continue running as Jodi calls after you, only stopping once you reach the kitchen.

She's so gonna kill me for this.

"What the fuck?!?" A disgusted voice calls out.

"Ah!" You turn to Janet, standing by the door with a purse slung over one shoulder and a key ring dangling from the other hand.

"Can you put some clothes on?" She puts her hand out in front of her, blocking you out as she heads to the stairs.

"Uh... sorry..." You instinctively put your hand over your crotch, grateful that you at least had some underwear on. "Wait, where were you?" You ask. "It's really early..."

"None of your business," she responds, her flat voice betraying no emotion whatsoever.

What's up with her?

She keeps her head turned away from you as she climbs the stairs.

"Janet? Is everything okay?"

Her eyes flicker to you for a moment. The corners of her eyebrows flare upward as she pauses and turns to face you.

"Yes, I'm ok. Are you?" She forces out.

You stay silent. She stares back at you, no longer bothering to cover your sight from her eyes.

"Alright!" She crosses her arms, adopting a defensive stance. "You wanna know so badly?"

"I didn't say anything..."

"Fine, then!" She continues without hesitation. "I'll tell you! I was with my boyfriend!"

"..."

Your heart drops in your chest. It feels like the ground is swallowing you whole, and you quickly grab onto the kitchen table to keep yourself upright.

You close your eyes for a moment as an unsettling darkness reaches out from within you. An uncomfortable tingle on the back of your neck makes you shudder, but it all disappears in an instant.

"Your... what?" You mutter, trying to piece together why your body is reacting so strangely.

"My boyfriend," she remarks, a hardened, piercing look on her face.

"You... but..."

"Oh? But what?" She leans forward. "Do you have something to say to that?"

"..."

"..."

Leslie told me that we didn't know each other well... but she must've been mistaken.

We have a history.

The conclusion starts to make sense as you read beneath her expression. It's obvious that her irascible attitude isn't usual for her, and the anger bubbling under the surface is the result of an old grudge.

"I'm sorry, Janet, I don't remember."

"I know you don't. You don't remember a thing," she bitterly replies.

She scampers up the stairs.

I'll have to find out what happened between us. But I doubt she wants to see me now.

Instead, you head back to Jodi's room to get the rest of your clothes.

You slowly open the bedroom door, your mind still ruminating on the eerie tone Janet had used with you.

I wonder if we've dated before.

But wouldn't the other girls know about that?

Or maybe-

You duck your head at lightning speed as a large white object flies your way.

"What the!" You blurt.

"What! How the fuck did you dodge that? Ah, never mind!"

You look up to see Jodi already grabbing another weapon, a grin on her face.

"Woah woah WOAH!"

This time, you aren't quick enough to get out of being whacked by her pillow, and as you tilt your head down and put your hands up to shield you, another attack comes from the side, barraging your body.

"Hey!" You yelp. You glance up for a moment, just in time to see the pillow Aria was holding smash on top of your head again. Jodi's quickly follows, and your defenses are useless.

"Ah! Please! Mercy!" You beg, fumbling for the door behind you. Jodi steps between you and the door and continues passionately thwacking away at you.

"This... is .. what... you... get!" She grunts with each hit, while Aria laughs and happily goes along with it.

Even though neither of them were letting up for a moment, their revenge-fueled joy was infecting you, leaving you laughing with them.

...

"So... can we call a truce?" You offer, now sitting on Jodi's bed, fully clothed. The one-sided pillow fight had ended only after sufficient begging on your part, including a promise to delete the wonderful blackmail material you had sourced. Aria had already left a minute ago in a panic, citing a stream she was already late for.

"Yup!" Jodi cheerfully declares. "You're free to go. And never come back. Ever."

"..."

"..."

"You really mean that?" You pout, lowering your head and giving her puppy eyes.

"What-! Oh, fuck, you remembered how to do that?" She shifts in her chair. "No, don't you dare try that puppy dog shit on me. It won't work."

"Jodi..." You continue pouting.

"No..." She stands up, towering over you.

"...please? You really want me to never come back...?"

"Mmm... I swear... don't do it..."

You dejectedly stand up, hunching over, and walk toward the door.

"Mmmm... fine! Of course you can come back! Fuck you..." She huffs, relenting.

"You can always come back. I... I want you to always come back," she says, her voice dropping into a whisper as she gets in front of you.

Her words light up some parts of your heart that you still aren't used to feeling. "I know," you say, dropping the act and sitting back down with a smile. "I just wanted you to say it."

"You idiot..." She leans down and crawls onto your lap, wrapping her arms around you. You hug her back, settling comfortably into the impromptu cuddle.

She rests her chin on your neck and slowly rubs your back.

"..."

"I love you, Jodi," you mutter.

Her gasp is barely audible, but the surprise on her face as she pulls back is clear.

"I'm sorry if it's too soon," you blurt. "I don't remember everything about you, but I remember a lot more now. The way I feel around you is just... incredible. I haven't felt this way around anyone else before," you say, trying to put the strange, wonderful feelings you've experienced into words.

She smiles sadly.

"I'm glad you remember me," she nods. "And I'm happy that you feel that way. But you've felt that way around some of the others, if not even more than that. After all, you... broke up... with me..."

Her eyes become more reflective as the melancholy lingering in the back of her mind comes to the surface. She blinks a few times, settling her tears back down.

"I'm sorry I did that," you sigh, your heart swelling with bitter anger at your past self.

"You don't need to be. You don't remember it." She thumbs your cheek, gently massaging it.

"Would you want to try again?" You ask before you fully realize what you're saying.

Wait! I can't say that yet! I haven't found out why I broke up with her!

If I start dating her now, then who knows what'll happen once I do...

She forces out another half-grin. "I think you're regretting asking that. Am I right?" She bluntly asks, reading your expression.

"..."

You can't meet her eyes.

She kisses your cheek and slowly rubs her forehead against the crook of your neck.

"I really care about you, and it makes me happy that you care about me. Let's not move too quickly with anything."

You nod, afraid of what more might come out if you dared to open your mouth again.

"There's a special place in my heart just for you. Never forget that," she consoles, tapping you on the nose.

...thanks, Jodi," you finally squeak out.

"And my pussy."

You roll your eyes as she snickers.

...

You slowly open the front door to your home, getting reacquainted with the furnishings.

It's been almost 3 full days since I've been back, hasn't it?

"Aha! Look who it is!" A familiar, lovely voice rings out.

"I hath returned!" You spread your arms out to the side and make a wide, sweeping bow.

"Welcome back!" Leslie cheers. "How are you? How's your head?"

"I feel pretty good," you say, slipping off your shoes and walking through the carpeted living room to the couch Leslie was lounging on, her phone in one hand.

"Did you get to hang out with the rest of our friends?" She asks, scooting forward and patting the spot behind her.

"Most of them," you honestly reply. You can feel the warmth of where she was just sitting as you take your place beside her, and you happily sink into the comfy cushion. She leans back on you, resting her head on your stomach.

"That's good. I'm glad you're getting more comfortable again," she says, tilting her head up and smiling.

"Me too!" You warmly grin back.

The room becomes quiet. Neither of you can think about anything other than the feeling of the other's body.

"You're like a furnace..." Leslie mutters, adjusting to press her cheek into your stomach.

"Eh?"

"You're so warm all the time."

"Oh. I thought you were gonna say I'm hot all the time," you sigh, resting your hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, I thought that was obvious already," she giggles. She lifts your shirt a little and gives your stomach a small kiss. "I mean, look at these abs."

"Oh, come on," you laugh, tickled by Leslie's peck. "I lost my abs in the coma."

"I can still see them a little!" She says, running her finger down the center of your belly. "But you should start going to the gym again! I can come with you!"

"You want to?" You ask, surprised. "I never knew you were into fitness."

"PFFT! LESLIE?!? Into fitness?!?" A new voice rings out.

"Hey! I like working out!" Leslie sits up, staring Rae down.

"No, you like watching people work out. And by people, I mean one person in particular..." Rae steps behind you and slides her hands over your shoulders and down your chest, letting them hang around your neck.

"Really? You like watching me work out, Leslie?" You tease, grinning. You reach up to hold Rae's hand.

"You're hot, ok! We've already discussed this!" She giggles.

"I..." Rae emphasizes, kissing the back of your neck briefly, "would love to go to the gym with you. And actually exercise, unlike someone."

"Well, I'll come too!" Leslie retorts, crossing her arms confidently, a pose that looks incredibly cute on her. "I'll show you what I can do!"

Rae squints, her competitive nature flaring.

"Ok..." You interject. "Let's all go to the gym together. But not today - I'm super sore."

"You're always sore, babe." Rae snorts in laughter. "You get most of your exercise from sex."

"She's not wrong," Leslie says, shifting her gaze.

Something about how openly the girls were talking about your sex life makes you flush.

"..."

"Well, I have to go stream. Come see me later if you have time, babe~" Rae says, patting you on the shoulder and backing into the kitchen.

...

Rae saunters up the stairs and heads straight to her comfy gaming chair, before being struck by a thought.

Oh shit, I hope no one canceled...

She checks her phone, sighing in relief as she doesn't see any last-minute plan changes from anyone.

Right as she finishes scrolling through her DM's, a new message catches her eye.

Rae, I need your help with something.

Call me when you can.

She reads it again, unsure of what to make of it.

What could Hyoon need my help with?

Hm.

I'll call her after the stream, I guess...

...

"Do you have any plans, Leslie? Other than doom-scrolling for the rest of the day."

You continue playing with her hair, braiding and unbraiding a few bundles of it.

"I'm not...! Dang it, I'm doom-scrolling," she sighs, setting her phone down and rubbing her eyes. "Uh... not really. I might just stream later. That's always what I do when I have free time."

"Ah!" You nod, seeing your chance. "Well, in that case, would you want to g-"

"Tina?!?" She exclaims, her gaze focusing over your shoulder.

"Hey, Leslie!" Tina's cheery voice calls back from the front doorway. "Don't mind me, I'm just stopping by to hop on Rae's stream."

"Hey!" Leslie waves back.

Tina... Tina!

You scan your eyes over her. Her beige sweatshirt hangs loosely over her white crop top, completed by her short black skirt and stockings.

Should I be asking Tina to hang out?

You quickly jog your memory back to the last day you had spent time with her.

She told me that she doesn't want us to be romantic or sexual until she can get to know me more.

But since then, I haven't even seen her...

"Wait, what were you saying?" Leslie asks, turning her attention back to you, her eyes wide with excitement as her brain finally churns through the words you were about to say.

"Oh, uh..."

You turn back to Tina, then to Leslie again.

"I was wondering... if..."

Is it a bad idea to ask Leslie this right now? How would Tina feel?

Maybe I should ask her if -

"-you want to go on a date with me," your mouth blurts out.

"YAAYYY!" Leslie cheers, throwing her arms around your neck and sitting up to kiss you.

"Awwwwww!" She pouts. "Were you really that nervous to ask me that? Of course I want to!"

"Ah, well... I, uh..." You blink.

"It's ok, honey, I'm glad you asked. I'd love to!" She releases another joyful squeal.

You briefly swivel your head back to the front door, but Tina's nowhere to be seen.

Hmm...

I'll ask Tina later.

...

"So? Where are we going?"

The energy in her step is invigorating as she paces back in forth in front of the couch, and she's practically dancing in excitement.

"Um..."

"Oh! I know! A shooting range! Oh, I've always wanted to go to one!" She clasps her hands to her chest, lost in thought.

"Oh! That sounds... fun, actually!" You honestly exclaim, surprising yourself.

"Really? Ok, let's go soon! I'll reserve something!" She says, her eyes lighting up.

You chuckle and nod your head in agreement.

Leslie's always excited about something - I can see why I like her so much.

...

"Howdy there, pardners! It's Sheriff Leslie here, ready to get to some rootin', tootin' and shootin'!" Leslie drawls in a poor southern accent, tipping her imaginary cowgirl hat and leaning awkwardly on the wall.

"Huh?"

"What is tootin'?"

"Are you for real, Leslie?"

Tina, Rae, and Miyoung voice their simultaneous questions from the kitchen, all with semi-amused looks.

"Guys, come on! Isn't it cute?" Leslie groans, sighing. "Alright, let's go."

She slips her arm around yours, trying to pull you along.

You smile to yourself as you look down at the huffing woman.

"You're adorable, Leslie," you whisper. "Always."

"..."

Her eyes soften as she looks at you, and her arm squeezes you a little tighter.

"Wait!" Miyoung calls out, standing up.

"Huh?"

She walks up to you and cups one hand around her lips to whisper into your ear.

"Don't forget what you promised me. Come to my room tonight."

Her breathy tone makes the hairs on your neck stand up, and you shudder a little as her free hand gently glides across your neck, softly tracing your skin before falling back to her side.

She pulls away, her neutral expression gives nothing away to the girls just out of earshot.

"O-of course," you find yourself stuttering back.

What the-? Why am I so nervous? If anyone should be nervous, it should be her!

But the pace of your heartbeat disagrees, and the grin Miyoung gives you as Leslie pulls you out the door reveals a sliver of the lust racing within her.

...

"Now that you know how to aim, shoot, and be safe while doing so, we get to move on to the cool stuff!" Your cheery instructor announces, pointing to the gun range you'd been eyeing for a while. Despite her youth, the old baseball cap and rugged jeans she's wearing seem very fitting, and her exuberant smile brings up the energy of the whole room.

Her blond ponytail sways wildly as she moves around, beckoning you, Leslie, and the few other people in your group into separate, cordoned spots in the range.

"Alright! It's just as we practiced! When you're ready, get a feel for your gun, aim for the bullseye of the target, and let a few loose if you're comfortable! I'll be around to help each of you."

"Are you ready?" Leslie asks you with a growing grin.

"I think I'm ready," you say, gently sliding your hand onto the pistol. The grip feels worn and old, and you could tell it isn't in the greatest shape.

"You go first!" Leslie says, backing away from her gun. "I want to see you do it."

"What?!? Are you scared, Leslie?" You ask, looking between her and the weapon she was evidently distancing herself from.

"I'm not scared! Ok, fine, maybe a little, but I want to see you go first!" She says, relenting.

"Alright..." You chuckle.

You pick up the pistol and hold it forward in front of you, feeling its weight in your hand.

The instructor was now walking over to you as well, watching your movements.

Alright... aim at the bullseye...

The target was around 50 feet back, and each concentric ring was smaller than your fingernail at that distance.

And let it loose.

You aim the pistol and fire three times in quick succession.

"Wow, amazing!" The instructor lauds. "One of them went right through the bullseye!"

"No way!" Leslie gasps.

You stare at the center of the bullseye, squinting a bit.

"The other two look like they missed the target, but don't worry! We'll work on accuracy next!"

Huh...?

"No..." You mutter.

"Huh?" The instructor pauses. "Something wrong?"

"I don't think they missed," you quietly say.

"..."

The instructor hesitates.

"Um... well, okay then! Looks like I got a chance to see everyone but you, Leslie!" She says, quickly moving on.

"Ah!" Leslie cries out. "Oh, no, so much pressure..."

Despite your desire to watch Leslie's shooting, you can't tear your eyes away from the target, with a single hole cut clean through the bullseye.

...

A new set of targets were out on the range, placed at different heights and distances.

You hoist your newly-loaded gun and plan your path, while the rest of the group gets set up.

1... 2... 3... 4... and 5.

Without a second thought, five bullets erupt from the firearm, your gun barely hesitating on each target before moving to the next one.

You slowly lower your weapon.

Wow, that felt pretty good.

"Oh my..." A voice comes from inches behind you.

"Ah!" You yelp, whipping around.

The instructor looks over your shoulder, eyeing all five targets. You quickly follow her gaze, realizing what had shocked her speechless.

Oh, shit!

I didn't just hit all of them...

One by one, a close look reveals a serrated circle cutting through the very center of each of the targets.

"How are you doing that?!?" Leslie cries out, making the same realization. "There's no way! Were you an assassin in your past life or something?!?"

The instructor looks to you, star-struck. "Wow..."

"I don't know. I've never done something like this before..." You push into your memory, wondering if anything new had popped up.

"Uh, actually... have I? Leslie?" You tilt your head to ask your girlfriend the question.

The instructor frowns in confusion, while Leslie shakes her head.

"I don't think so," she responds.

"This is your first time?" The instructor asks, smiling widely. "That's incredible. You're such a natural! I've never seen anything like this. You look so fluid and calm, and your form is amazing too."

"Aw, thanks..." You grin.

"Can you do a few more rounds? I want to see how you shoot up close," the instructor says, wide-eyed.

"Sure!" You beam, happy to have an excuse to shoot some more.

...

You set down your gun, watching as the remainder of the targets reveal their punctures.

The instructor hasn't left your side in a long time, despite the occasional murmurs for help from the other group members.

As you set the pistol down safely, you catch the instructor resting her chin on her hand, her eyes a bit glazed over as she stares at you.

"Uh... you ok?" You gulp.

"Y-YES!" She stands up stick-straight. "Of course. Good shooting, comrade. Great shooting."

Her revealing expression is disarmingly charming, and you smile to ease her tension.

"It's ok to admire. I don't mind." You smile.

"Aw, shucks, you caught me," she giggles, gently brushing her hair behind her ear. "You're very easy to admire."

"Is that so?" You ask, getting lost in her brilliant smile.

She places her hand on your arm, never breaking eye contact.

"Absolutely. You know, if you're interested, I could offer you some private lessons..."

Her smile grows, and her fingers gently slide an inch down your forearm.

"Oh, no thanks, I'm not sure I have the time for that..." You earnestly respond, noting her skin brushing on yours, but deciding not to comment.

"I'll do it free of charge!" She blurts out. "And whenever you want, too. I don't mind..."

"Ha, well... uh... huh?"

You stop as she suddenly yanks her hand away, holding it down at her side and clamming up as her gaze fixates on something over your shoulder.

You feel a hand wrap firmly around your waist.

"EXCUSE ME?!?" Leslie scoffs, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Just who do you think you are?"

The woman looks around, panicked. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't know... you two... I'm so sorry..." She whispers.

"Yeah, you better be sorry!" Leslie shakes her head. "You think you can just flirt like that and get away with it? Not with my babe!"

"Oh, I never meant to... ahh... I'm very very sorry..." The flustered woman continues sputtering.

"Babe, let's go," Leslie huffs, turning around. "I don't want to be around her anymore."

"Uh..." You pause, but Leslie's already made up her mind.

She drags you out of the building, her frown never leaving her face.

The rest of the group stares at the commotion until the door slams behind you.

...

You bob your knee up and down, not quite sure what to do. Leslie hasn't said a word in over a minute, and you're starting to get nervous.

"Leslie?" You softly call from the driver's seat, looking in the rearview mirror at the back seat she had decided to sit in. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah..." She softly mutters, hiding her face out of view.

You pick yourself up and awkwardly slide into the backseat, finally settling next to Leslie.

She's slumped over, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.

An unusual grimace is etched across her face. She stares at the ground, her mind churning.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You hesitantly ask.

"...sure," she whispers.

You sit back, hoping she'd be the one to start.

"I have a question." She picks her head up a little.

"Ask away." You nod.

"Would you have done the same thing?"

She finally looks up, causing her straight hair to fall over the corner of her eye.

"...yeah, I would've," you respond, smiling at how easily the answer came to you. "If someone wanted to flirt with you, they'd have to get through me first."

"But isn't that a little different?" She asks. "I'm your partner, but you're not only my partner."

"...yeah, it is a bit different, I suppose. But..."

...

She has a point.

"But she's a stranger, right? It's not the same thing as a close friend," you try to rebut.

"I can't help it. I'm possessive of you," she sighs. "I've always been a little possessive, even when the other girls you're with are my best friends."

Her words make you pause.

Wow...

I never thought about that.

I just assumed all of the girls felt like Rae did - that they were perfectly happy to see me with other girls.

But clearly that isn't the case.

"It's okay to feel that way," you respond, leaning over and gently picking her shoulders up so she can lean into your chest.

"The kind of relationship we have isn't common, so I don't blame you at all for wanting me to yourself a little. You're not being unfair or cruel to the other girls."

"...you mean that?" She whispers. "You're not annoyed?"

"Of course." You squeeze her and plant a kiss on the top of her head. "And every once in a while, let me know when you're free, and I'd love to have more of these dates with you. Just the two of us, wherever we want to go."

"Really?" She gasps, her sadness melting away. "You'd do that?!?"

"Of course!" You smile, nodding. "Without a second thought. Why wouldn't I?"

She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down for a passionate kiss, filled with a new energy and hope.

"God, I love you so much..."

Your chest painfully clamps up, and it feels like the wind was just knocked out of you. Her words stab you with agony, but you hold yourself still as she nuzzles into your tensing body.

"..."

I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't.

Can I?

"I feel a lot better now," she sighs as she pulls away, either oblivious to your silence or just not commenting on it.

You put on a smiling face, while the turmoil beneath it slowly settles.

"Do you want to go home now?" You pat her on the head.

"Yes, please!" She cutely agrees, sliding into the front passenger seat.

...

"Wait!"

Leslie clutches onto your arm as you reach to turn off the engine, now safely parked outside on the asphalt of your home's driveway.

"Huh? What?" You look over.

"Do you want to have sex?"

You blink, being reminded once again of how blunt your girlfriends could be.

"..."

"..."

"Uh... yes?" You respond. "Obviously. But do you mean...?"

"In the car," she whispers, mouthing the words.

"But... we're in the driveway! Why not inside?!?"

"Well...

She unbuckles her seatbelt and slowly puts one leg over you, making sure to avoid the steering wheel. Resting her hands on your shoulders, she fully crawls onto your lap, straddling you.

"It's sexier this way. The small space, the way the car shakes..." She shivers a little as she sits down and briefly rubs your crotches together.

"Ah..." You hesitate, still unsure. Your hands come to rest chastely on her thighs, but the sight of her heavenly body outlined by her fitting clothes makes you want more.

"And because I want to imagine that we're doing it in front of that woman," she finishes, with a sly look.

"Huh?!?" You blurt.

She leans in, suddenly gaining confidence.

"I could see how much she wanted you, you know."

Her hands grip your collar, tightening for a moment. "I would never actually do this, but something about the idea of taking you right in front of her, of showing her that you belong to me, of making you moan my name..."

Her ears flush red as her heart starts to pound. You can feel it pulsing as she presses up against you, her lips growing tantalizingly closer.

She isn't the only one who finds the idea incredibly hot, as the bulge in your pants is already painfully tight from her words alone.

"I'm glad you agree," she giggles, running her fingers over the tent.

"Leslie, I didn't know you had thoughts like this..." You whisper, your hand sliding up her thigh until your fingers gently rub her skin inches away from her core.

Her dominance is driven forward by the encouraging smile playing on your lips.

"I usually don't. But when I get jealous, I want some... reassurance. So I'm gonna fuck you right here, in this car."

Your lips smash together, neither of you able to hold out any longer. Her erratic breathing only gets faster as she grinds her hips while her hands fumble with your belt.

You cup her cheek with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other, letting her remain in control.

She finally unbuckles your belt, and out comes your cock, finally freed.

"In the backseat," she demands. "Go."

She steps off of you and slides into the backseat, her impatience speeding her up.

You quickly follow, trying not to hit your dick against anything.

Before you can even fully sit down, your pants are down to your ankles, and Leslie sinks to her knees in the small leg room.

She opens her lips wide, and you watch as your cock disappears inch by inch into her warm mouth.

"Fuck, Leslie..."

Her gorgeous eyes take center stage as she looks up at you. You lean back on the seat and relax, serenely enjoying one of the best feelings in the world. Her hands grip your thighs, and her entire body shakes as her head dips up and down, the friction of her tongue creating a heavenly sensation.

She reaches back to bundle her bouncing hair. You help her out, grouping it all together and wrapping it around your hand. You keep your hand on her head, pushing her to go a little faster.

She pulls up for a moment and strokes your entire length with her hand while giving your shaft a brief kiss.

"You like that, baby? Tell me how much you like it. Say it."

She takes a deep breath and swallows your shaft again, making your entire body heave in delight as she stimulates every sensitive inch of you.

"Shit, you're the best, Leslie..." You start, complying with her wish. "You're amazing at this... I wish I could wake up to this every day... and go to sleep with this every night..."

Even as her free hand digs into her clothes to play with herself, her pace only grows, until she's deepthroating you from tip to base with each stroke. The slight bounce of the springs of the car reveal just how powerful her blowjob was. She doesn't stop for breath and instead powers through with pure lust.

"That instructor girl could never do this," you chuckle. Your loins tighten as Leslie hums in approval, creating pleasing vibrations.

She finally pulls up, breathing heavily. Her hand doesn't stop gyrating in her pants, and you can tell the main event is coming.

"Take it off, Leslie," you say, beckoning. "Take it all off."

She doesn't say a word as she strips off her top, tosses it aside, and strips down her jeans, struggling because of how tightly fit they are.

You reach for her chest, squeezing her boobs through her bra before pulling it up and over her head.

Her pants finally drop to her ankles, and she pushes her underwear to the side to make room. She grabs your cock and aligns it with her sex, rubbing it against her folds a few times.

She squats down, sighing in pleasure as the familiar sensation fills her up.

"Ahh~" She moans. "It's so good every time... I can't live without it," she groans. She leans over to kiss you again, and you give her ass a sharp slap, causing her to hiss and press her lips sharply onto yours.

She starts to move, grinding and lifting her hips at the same time. The roof of the car prevents her from sitting up straight, but she doesn't need to, as she'd much rather press her body into yours. You pull away from her lips to lean down and take one of her boobs into your mouth, making her jaw drop and her pussy clamp.

"Ah~, fuck..."

Her grinding grows more frantic, and the car starts to shake much more violently.

"FUCK! Keep going! MORE!" She demands.

You swirl your tongue around her nipple, evoking a series of moans so hot that you wish you could bend her over and plow her right now.

Instead, you simply buck your hips up into her, matching her pace and slamming your crotches together as you penetrate her deeper than before.

"Ah! Ah! AHHHH!" She yells, her nails digging into your back as she clutches on for dear life, trying to withstand the pressure of your pulses. Her ass jiggles with each impact, and you greedily grab it.

"Leslie... I'm gonna c-"

"Oh, shit!" She says, looking out the rear window. "Someone's coming!"

"Ah, fuck! Get off!"

"No! I'm so close!" She yelps. She slams her hips again, as fast as she can.

"Fuck it!" You decide to join her, and you shove your cock deep within her soft, wet folds with passion for a few final seconds, both of you craving a sweet release.

"Fuck... yes... HAAA!" She belts out as she cums. Her vision goes dark for a second as her entire body rocks with her orgasm. You finally bust too, immediately unraveling all the tension in your body as your semen shoots into Leslie's gripping tightness. You lay your head back and forget about everything for a few blissful seconds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get down!" Leslie finally gasps out, tapping you. You try to move around, but with Leslie still riding you, it's impossible to do much.

Suddenly, five sharp knocks come from the side window. You can see motion through your peripheral vision, but you stay frozen in place.

Leslie slowly looks to the side, her eyes widening as she sees the source of the sound.

Unable to resist any longer, you turn your head to the window.

"Are you guys done?!?" Lily's squealing voice carries easily into the car. She looks back and forth between the two of you, clearly not bashful at the sight of your bodies.

Fuck.

"Yeah..." Leslie meekly calls back.

"I could hear your car bouncing around all the way from my house! Just go inside next time!" She hisses, not letting up.

"Fine, fine, we won't do it again..." Leslie sighs, slowly picking herself off of you.

Your cock, now slick with Leslie's juices, becomes visible again. Leslie exhales sharply as it briefly rubs against her clit on its way out.

"AHH! Put that thing back! Ew!" Lily cries out, backing away from the door. She stomps back to her house, never looking back once.

"..."

"What the...? Has she never seen a dick before?" You ask, chuckling.

"Hehe... not in a long time, probably," Leslie answers, fishing for her clothes.

"She hasn't dated anyone recently?" You ask.

"No. Not for a few years, at least." She shrugs. "I think it would do her some good. Maybe it would help with some of the tension she always seems to be carrying around."

"Hm. Now that you mention it, it seems like she's usually a bit uptight," you observe, walking Lily take her final few steps down the block before disappearing into her house.

"Yeah, that's how she's been for a while now. I don't get why."

...

The car sex with Leslie had exhausted you, and you want nothing more than to finish your routine and get to bed.

"baaaaby..." Rae's soothing, raspy voice lulls you to her.

"Oh, did I wake you? Sorry..." You lethargically dry your hair, slowly running your towel through it. You had tried to be as silent as possible as you stepped out of the shower, but you weren't quiet enough.

"I'm sleepy, baby..." She mutters, completely sapped of even the energy to open her eyes.

Her small, curled-up body looks so warm and comfy, and you quickly crawl into bed, forgoing your pajama shirt. You wrap your arms around her, letting the exhaustion finally kick in after the long day.

Rae nuzzles softly into your neck, her warmth easing your body and mind.

But one thought cuts through your growing fatigue, and it continues nagging at the back of your mind.

"Hey, Rae? Can I ask you something?" You whisper.

"Tomorrow..." She groans.

"Please? Just one question." You squeeze her shoulder.

"Mm."

"Do I have any experience with guns?"

Her eyes finally open just a crack, and she rubs them, yawning, before closing them again and laying back down on you.

"Yeah. You used to like them a lot."

Huh.

That's weird. I thought I would've remembered by now if that was the case.

"Wow. I don't remember that at all," you mutter.

"You told me lost interest around when we started dating. After that, you... never wanted to... pick one up... again." Her voice dwindles into a breathy mutter.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"..."

"Rae?"

Her lips are parted slightly, but they show no sign of movement.

You lie in place quietly for a few more seconds, letting yourself think.

Why would that be?

Ah! The diaries!

A rush of emotion flies into you, snapping you wide awake.

How could I forget? I should check in with Hyoon on the diaries.

...

But it's only been a day. No, I need to be patient. She'll let me know when she finds something, I'm sure of it.

But I shouldn't say anything to the other girls for now - I don't want them thinking I'm still working on finding them, or else they might get suspicious of Hyoon if she starts asking around.

"I can hear you thinking, baby..." Rae mutters. "Go to sleep."

Too tired to object, you let her soft body soothe you to sleep.

...

Dammit.

"Dammit."

Miyoung whispers to herself as she hears your footsteps stumble past her door and into your bedroom.

She exhales her annoyance out as she purses her lips and shakes her head.

Her fingers fiddle with the strap of her robe that she had tied so delicately that a single pull would cause the whole thing to drop off her shoulders and reveal the brand-new set of lingerie she was wearing underneath.

It's not very comfortable... and now I won't even get to use it!

Agh! I shouldn't have let that date with Leslie take up the whole day...

And they probably had sex, too! Great! Just great!

She lowers her head, lamenting her choices.

Can I even manage to wait until tomorrow...?

She slowly reaches her hands down through the loose strap of the robe, over the light embroidering of the cloth, and down to the perfectly shaped hole in the lingerie.

Her breathing gets heavier as her finger approaches her exposed sensitive area. She bites her lip as her fingers finally make contact, the feeling already enough to shoot sparks through her brain.

Three knocks sound at the door, and her robe flies back into place.

Ah! Could it be?!

"Miyoung?" The voice outside the door calls out.

Miyoung tilts her head back in disappointment.

"Yes?" She dejectedly answers.

"Hey! I'm heading out now, but I just wanted to pop in and say hi before I left!"

Tina opens the door, smiling cutely.

"Ooh, nice robe!" She comments.

Miyoung pushes up her wire glasses, taking a moment to scan the sight in front of her.

Wearing a completely normal black skirt with a light crop top and long matching socks, Tina looked exactly like she usually did, with her long brown hair pulled over one shoulder.

But to Miyoung's fixated mind, she might as well have been dressed like a vixen.

"Tina... can you stay a little longer?" Miyoung asks innocently, her breath getting shallower.

"Huh? Oh, do you need something?" Tina raises her eyebrows.

She nods. "Yeah, I do."

She stands up and walks over to the door. Taking the cue, Tina steps in and closes the door behind her.

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

Miyoung slowly slides her hand onto the knot of her robe, gently playing with it.

Her eyes draw along the curves of Tina's fit, petite body, lingering at where her skirt stopped halfway down her thighs.

"I was wondering..."

She tugs her robe loose in one pull, and it falls to the floor around her. "If you could stay a little longer."

"M-m-miyoung...?!?" Tina gasps, backing up a few steps.

Miyoung slowly approaches her, brazenly exposing herself. "Maybe for the night...?"

Her lust is all-consuming, and all she can see as she looks at the girl in front of her is her nude body lying on her bed, spread eagle.

"Miyoung, I-I don't know if we-"

"Shhh..." Miyoung places her finger on Tina's lips, shutting her up.

She gently runs her finger over her soft, red lips, making the smaller girl freeze.

"Please, Tina?" She whispers sensually, placing her other hand on the girl's thin waist. "We can do anything you want..."

"Miyoung...what's gotten into you?" Tina whispers again, staring. She tries to back up once more, but her back hits the door. Miyoung steps up to her, her visibly aroused sex now just inches from Tina.

"Touch me, Tina..." Miyoung beseeches. "Touch me, and I'll give you the best sex you've ever had."

Tina glances down at Miyoung's body, her gaze flickering onto places she would've never considered looking before. Miyoung keeps herself still, forcing herself to not ravish Tina's pale skin like she so badly wanted to.

Tina gulps, clearly affected by Miyoung's uncharacteristic lust.

"What if I don't?" Tina mutters, her expression not revealing anything.

"..."

Miyoung stares at her for a second, then removes her hand.

She silently cusses, her rational mind finally catching up to her.

"Then you can go." She pulls back, lowering her head in shame. "Sorry..."

"..."

"Hold on." Tina grabs Miyoung's hand, making her look up again.

"Did I say..." She hesitates. "I didn't want to?"

The two girls lock eyes, but Tina's gaze quickly darts away again.

Miyoung finally notices the feeling of Tina's hand on hers, and the subtle grip it was keeping on her.

Tina discreetly glances once more over Miyoung's delicate, form-fitting lingerie, but Miyoung's intent stare catches it.

In an instant, Miyoung's lust returns in full force, and she leans in to take what she desperately craves.

But Tina leans her head back and puts her hand on Miyoung's chin, gently holding her back.

"Only on one condition."

"Ok!" Miyoung agrees, her hand sliding down to Tina's thigh and tugging at the hem of her skirt.

"Wait, I haven't told you what it is!"

"I don't care! I'll do it! Tell me tomorrow!" Miyoung cries out.

Miyoung presses Tina's petite body up against the door as she pushes her lips onto her neck. Tina's arms wrap around the taller girl's neck, softly gripping her nude back.

"Ah~! Oh..." Tina moans as Miyoung's tongue presses into her skin. "Oh, woah, Miyoung~~"

"Don't moan like that, Tina... You know what it does to me..." Miyoung groans.

"D-do I?"

"Then I'm gonna show you what it does to me."

...

A sensation occurring near your hips wakes you up, and you shift awkwardly in your bed. You open your eyes, but not a hint of light is there to illuminate the room.

Huh?

"Ah~!" You groan as a pair of lips land on your cock, suddenly bringing you to the realization of what the feeling was.

Rae?

Her body isn't lying on yours anymore. The lips quickly envelop your tip, and delve deeper, wasting no time.

You reach your hand out to the side, and you find Rae, still sleeping comfortably.

Huh? Who is this?

You try to sit up. "Hey... who-"

"Shh."

A finger on your lips and a hand on your shoulder shove you down to the bed and silence you all at once.

The stranger's lips return to your cock, but she wastes no time in deepthroating the entire thing, neatly pushing it all down her throat. You put your hand on her head, still shocked by the woman's sudden presence, but quickly forgetting about it as the pleasure takes over.

Your eyes finally adjust to the faint flickers of moonlight streaking through the gaps in the closed curtains, and they reveal only the outline of the woman as she lets go of your cock and climbs on top of you.

Her hand grabs your lubricated cock and gives it a few quick strokes before putting it fully inside her pussy, making you gasp in surprise.

S-she's already naked?

She finally finishes sitting down on your cock, rubbing your pelvises together as she gets adjusted.

The woman on your lap, remaining dead-silent in the darkness, lifts her hips and bashes them down, rocking the entire bed.

Rae doesn't move a muscle, somehow not awoken.

You put your hands on her thighs, hoping to get a feel for her body for a clue.

But she grabs your hands and forces them above your head, leaning over to pin them on your pillow.

What the-!

She grinds her hips relentlessly, throwing her ass back and forth at an incredible pace. Her face hangs inches away, but you still can't see a thing. Her lips press sharply onto yours, and you kiss back.

The feeling of her hands, body, and lips were all familiar, even if you couldn't put a finger on who it was.

At least I know it's not some crazy fan.

But who would do this?

You try to think back, and it takes only a second for the answer to hit you.

Oh fuck, I forgot about Miyoung!

She told me she wanted me to make good on my promise, but I forgot.

The adrenaline pumping through your blood brings you close to the edge faster than you anticipate, and she can tell. Her pace grows frantic, as if she's trying to pull the orgasm from your body as fast as possible.

"Oh... fuck..." You can't help but groan as the panting woman rides you like her life depends on it.

"I'm gonna..." Your attempts to hold off are met with an even more furious pace. So instead, you relax and let the orgasm come to you. After a few final seconds of fueled fucking, your toes curl as you shoot your seed inside her, giving her exactly what she came to your room for.

Her orgasm erupts at nearly the same time, giving both of you a familiar sizzling ecstasy.

She lets go of your hands and hops off of you, not taking a second to rest.

"Hey..." you whisper. "Miyoung?"

The figure walks to the door and opens it, letting the hallway light burst inside.

As she leaves, your flooded eyes can barely make out her straight brunette hair disappearing behind the door.

Wait... brown hair?

That's not Miyoung... that could only be...

...

Tina?!?

What the fuck!?!