He's already smiling. She's still cleaning up his mess. And his friends are waiting outside.

His weight shifts.

He rolls off, his cock slipping out with a wet, squelching sound, and the sudden emptiness hits me.

“Ohhh…” just falls out of me.

I lie there for a moment, face still half in the pillow, panting through my mouth, legs still trembling.

My thighs relax and I feel a slow trickle, warm and thick, starting to leak between them.

“Mmmm…” slips out as my thighs rub together slowly, his warm cum smearing between them.

Finally.

Tom is already moving beside me, pulling himself up to sit on the edge of the bed.

“That was…” I start, but the words don’t quite come together.

“Yeah.” he adds, and I can hear the smile in it as he gently pats my back.

I shift my weight slightly to look at him and feel another warm trickle slip out, joining the first one sliding down between my thighs.

I let out a slow breath through my nose.

My hand moves to my aching breast. My fingers find the nipple and press there gently.

Ow.

I flinch and ease off, leaving my hand just resting on the sore tip.

“You were quite rough with my nipple.” I say quietly.

Tom glances back at me.

He just smiles.

I watch him while his hand moves lazily over my back.

He’s not sorry.

Not even a little.

My breast still stings under my palm.

It did hurt…

“Tom…”

I hesitate.

“Do you… think I’m a slut?”

“What?” his hand stops moving.

“You called me a slut.” I say.

His hand remains still.

I take a breath.

“In the middle of it. You said… you’re not cumming yet, you… you slut.”

He turns toward me.

“Babe… it was just… you know… in the heat of it. I thought you might like it?”

I turn back to the pillow.

“Did you not like it?”

I… don’t know…

“I…”

My hand stays resting against my breast while I shift onto my side, facing him now.

“I mean… I… I might have, in the moment… I don’t know… maybe, but…” I trail off.

Tom leans back slightly, and looks deep in my eyes.

“When you get like that…” he smiles.

“All worked up and desperate…” his smile grows.

“You are a sexy little slut. In a good way. You know that, right?”

I can’t help but smile back at him.

In a good way…

I don’t know. It sounds different now than before.

I roll back on my tummy.

Did I like it?

Does it matter if I did?

“Yeah.” I say finally.

“I know, I know…”

The wet mess between my thighs starts slowly leaking again.

I need to deal with this.

I hear the soft click of his phone camera and turn my head.

He’s lying back on his elbow, phone pointed between my legs.

“Oh, Tom. Do you have to?” I say flatly.

Another click.

“Tom, stop. That’s embarrassing.”

“It’s just for me, babe.” he lowers the phone slightly, already looking at the screen.

“So I have something when you’re not around.”

I wince.

Idiot.

But I’m already smiling. I shake my head and turn away.

Another click behind me.

Just ignore it.

Pressing my thighs together, I push myself up and bunch the skirt up around my waist so I don’t get the mess on it.

The room tilts as I get up. I stand still for a moment, breathing through it.

As it passes, I feel more cum leaking out.

Clamping tighter, I take quick short steps toward my backpack in the corner.

It smears warm and slick between my thighs with every step.

Gross…

Crouching at the bag, I dig through it with one hand, holding up the skirt with the other.

The movement pushes more cum out. It slides warm between my folds, gathering at the lips, starting to hang down.

I let go of the skirt and press my palm flat against my pussy.

Trying to keep the rest in.

The contact sends a tremor through me.

Still tender…

Wet warmth spreads across my palm.

Yuck, it’s everywhere…

Curling my fingers slightly, I keep pressing into the sensitive mess.

My other hand digs through the bag.

Hankies, hankies… come on…

There!

I pull the pack out, bunch the skirt back up at my waist, and straighten up slowly.

Walking back to the bed, I hold the pack and the skirt in one hand, while the other stays pressed between my legs, feeling the slickness smearing everywhere.

Reaching the edge of the bed, I let go of the skirt and set the hanky pack down. Then I pull one free and lay it flat on the mattress.

To put the others on…

Lifting my right foot up on the edge of the bed, I pull the skirt back up to my waist.

The soaked panties are still twisted to the side of my pussy, where he left them.

The strong smell hits my nose. Sharp and musky, almost warm.

I wrinkle my nose.

Ugh… every time…

I take a hanky and press it between my palm and the mess.

It soaks almost immediately.

I drop it onto the hanky on the bed and take a fresh one. Wiping my hand first, I then press it carefully between my legs.

Bearing down to push more out, I feel a fresh trickle slide free. The hanky soaks through.

Placing it on the bed I get another fresh one. Wiping slowly, I press the hanky between my lips and drag it carefully across the mess.

My breath catches when it grazes the clit. My legs try to press together instinctively, making me wobble slightly, and I have to catch myself.

I glance over at Tom.

His phone is up, pointed at me.

No… Not this, Tom…

I turn my hips away and cover my pussy.

“Seriously Tom?” I say, annoyed.

“You’re taking pictures of this?”

“No, no, don’t worry.” he says, tilting the screen toward me briefly.

“Just looking at the old ones.”

“You’re hot.”

I stare at him for another second.

Then I turn back and keep going.

Another clench. Another wipe. I try to get at the hairs. The cum has started to dry, matting the pubes together in clumps.

Disgusting…

This isn’t working.

I pause.

I can’t walk around like this for the whole day.

“So what am I supposed to do about this now?” I mutter.

“Where’s the shower?”

“Oh, it’s just on the side of the cabin, up the hill.” he is still staring at his phone.

“Up the hill?”

“Yeah. Little hill next to the cabin. You’ll see it. Pressure’s weak but it works. Nice view though. Lake on one side, forest on the other.”

I stare at him.

“View?”

“Yeah. It’s an open shower.”

“Open?”

“Yeah.”

“Tom.” I look at him.

“I’m not washing my pussy in front of everyone.”

“No one’s going to be watching, babe.” he laughs without looking up.

“Tom!” I give him a sharp look.

For a second I actually picture it.

Standing there on a hill. Washing my pussy… while anyone could walk by and see me…

“Or you can just do it in the lake. We’re all going swimming anyway.” Tom’s voice pulls me back.

I open my mouth.

Close it.

Actually…

“Yeah… yeah, okay…” I mutter.

“That… that makes sense…” I finish as I take another tissue.

Then I glance up.

The window…

Wide open. No curtains. No shades. Just glass and daylight and trees.

And I’m right in front of it…

I go completely still.

The skirt falls from my hand.

For one frozen second I just stare at it. At the open rectangle of light. Imagining what I must look like from out there.

With my leg hiked up on the bed, skirt around my waist, everything on display…

I quickly step down from the bed.

“Tom…” my voice comes out strange.

“There… there’s a window.”

He glances over, unbothered.

“Window? Yeah?”

“There’s no curtain. It’s just… open…”

“ Ah. No one’s back here, babe.” Tom says, sitting up slightly.

“They’re all out front. Having a joint.”

“Still…” I peer through the glass at the trees, if anyone is out there.

“It’s completely open. Anyone could just look in…”

“No one walks back here, babe.”

Frowning at the forest beyond the glass I let out a loud sigh.

Then step back on the bed, pulling the skirt back up.

Not done yet…

I pull another hanky free and take another wipe.

Nothing more I can do here.

Balling the used hankies in my fist, I feel the dampness soaking through.

I can throw them in the bin when I go to the lake.

Setting them on the bed for now, I unbutton my skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Then the soaked panties, peeling the damp fabric away from my skin, I step out of them and bring them to the bag to deal with later.

I dig out the bikini and shake it loose.

The bottoms first. Then I pull my shirt off, unhook the bra, put it in the bag and reach for the top. Pulling it on, I adjust the straps and smooth the fabric down.

I glance at the mirror.

And then I just stand there.

Staring at my breasts in the bikini.

Same as always… pointing.

The bikini is so thin…

The areolas push the bikini forward, tenting the cups into two distinct points. Not just nipples poking through. The whole front projecting outward, the areolas more prominent than the breasts themselves.

The left one is even worse after his squeezing and pulling…

Noticeably.

More swollen.

It looks… it looks almost angry…

I press my palm lightly against it. It still aches faintly under the pressure.

Why can’t they just be normal…

Not flat. Not huge. Just… normal. Rounded. Like other girls…

Why do I have to have whatever this is?

They don’t even look like breasts. They look like… like something…

I press them slightly, trying to flatten them.

They spring right back.

“Tom?”

“Mhm?” he doesn’t even look up from his phone.

“Do my tits look ridiculous?” I ask gently.

That gets his attention. He looks over.

“What?”

“In this.” I gesture vaguely at my chest.

“They’re so pointy. And this bikini is so thin… you can see everything through it…”

He looks at me for a moment. Actually looks.

“I love your tits, babe.” he says simply.

“That’s not what I asked, Tom.”

“Babe.”

“The left one’s even worse today.” I say, turning slightly toward the mirror again.

“It’s all… puffed up. Because of you. It looks even worse than the right one.” I complain.

“That’s because I was playing with it.”

“I know why.” I say.

“I’m just saying it looks funny.”

Tom leans on his elbow.

“Come here, babe.”

“I’m fine!” I pout.

“Mira! Come here.” he commands.

I turn toward him, still holding the edge of the bikini top.

He looks at my chest with the easy, unhurried attention he gives everything about my body, and it makes me want to cross my arms.

“They’re perfect, babe.” he says.

“And I’m not just saying that.”

I look back at the mirror.

He doesn’t mean that. I know he doesn’t mean that.

And the mirror is right here and I have eyes and I know what I see…

These weird pointy things…

“Okay.” I say quietly and look down.

Smoothing the fabric one more time I turn away from the mirror.

“I’ll be in the lake then…” I mutter as I grab the hankies from the bed and head for the door.

Two steps out of the room I feel it.

A trickle through my pussy leaking into the bikini.

Spreading.

Still? Ugh…

Then more.

Ah fuck… how much did he cum?

I clamp my thighs together and speed up, past the kitchen, past the deck, past the grill where the guys are standing around laughing and smoking a joint.

I don’t say anything. I don’t make eye contact.

I just walk faster as more wetness gathers in the bikini.

Then faster.

I’m practically running as my legs start splashing in the water.

I walk in deeper until the water reaches my waist.

Safe… I hope nobody noticed anything…

I glance over my shoulder.

The guys are still up at the grill. Laughing, talking, passing the joint between them.

Good. No one saw anything.

Then I notice I’m still holding the cum soaked hankies.

Ah crap… where do I put these now?

I can just… swim a bit and throw them… or just let them sink…

I swim a little farther out, far enough that the water reaches my neck.

I glance back.

No one is looking. I can just throw them quickly.

I pull them out and throw them as far as I can.

They arc through the air and hit the water with a small splash.

I watch for a second, but can’t see them.

Good. I hope they don’t come floating back here.

I relax and let myself float a bit, my legs drifting behind me. It feels nice. Weightless and calm.

Still have to clean myself…

I glance again.

Still busy with the joint. Now…

I stand and slide one hand under the waistband of my bikini bottoms, then the other. I reach between my legs, rubbing slowly, trying to scrub the clumped cum from my pubes.

Some of it swirls free. I can feel slickness between my fingers as I rub the clumped hairs.

The water isn’t doing that much. Not like I thought it would. It just sort of spreads everything around, making everything slimy.

I sigh through my nose and keep rubbing, more determined. My fingers dip into me, as I try to scoop up what’s left inside. I bend my knees, spread the legs and twist my hips to get the angle right.

Cold water follows my fingers inside.

I flinch.

Cold…

I glance back again. The guys are still up at the grill, still smoking.

Nothing interesting here guys.

Just a girl in a lake. Definitely not fingering herself. Totally normal.

I exhale and push my fingers a little deeper, letting more of the cool water inside.

I feel a little pressure in my belly.

Might as well pee while I’m here.

I hesitate, for a second, then shift my hips slightly and let it out.

A warm trickle streams out, spreads over my hand before mixing with the cold water around me.

This feels good.

I exhale slowly as I let the last trickle out.

I wonder what Tom would say if he was watching me do this?

Fingering myself, trying to scoop his cum out. While peeing.

A giggle escapes me.

That idiot would probably get hard again. Probably fuck me right here, right now.

I smile.

The scoops start to feel different.

Okay. I think that should do it. Or mostly…

I adjust my bikini bottom back into place.

Better. Not perfect.

But better…

I take a breath and dip my head under, running my fingers through my hair as I come back up.

Looking up at the guys walking into the water I notice something. A white streak, maybe a hand’s width long, floating below the surface just in front of me.

I blink.

What is that?

Then another appears, smaller, like a little cloud.

My stomach flips.

Oh no…

No no no no no.

It’s… it’s the cum.

I panic.

I push the water down with my hands, trying to sink the streaks or swirl them away. But the more I move, the more it stirs and spreads, sticking to my fingers.

I glance back toward the guys. One of them is tossing a ball.

“Circle toss.” Tom grins as he gets closer.

“Babe, stay right there. You’re perfect where you are.”

My heart pounds. I look back down at the floating cum. If I stay here, they’ll see it. I start walking toward them, pushing the streaks out of the way. Trying to put as much distance as I can between me and the floating mess.

“No!” one of them calls out.

“Go back! Circle’s gotta be even.”

I hesitate.

“Back just a little, babe. Right where you were.” says Tom.

I force a smile and obey.

Back… where the cum is…

I look for it, but the water’s all churned now.

Still, I can’t help looking and as I look down at my chest I see it.

A filmy smear clinging to the bikini.

“Babe!” Tom shouts.

I snap my head up just in time to see the ball flying at me.

I slap it.

Instinct.

Panic.

I glance down again.

It’s… it’s gone?

I shiver slightly.

Was it wiped off? Or did it stick somewhere else?

I feel it on my skin, but when I check, there’s nothing.

The ball comes back to me. We toss. They laugh. I smile back, but it doesn’t feel right.

My fingers brush my collarbone. My neck. Just checking. Just in case.

Another round. Then another.

Something brushes my earlobe and I flinch, twisting slightly.

Just water. I think…

I blink, refocus. The ball’s coming again.

I hit it late. Almost too low.

Fingers brush my shoulder.

Still smiling. Still playing.

I’m brushing my shoulder again. Then my chest. Then behind my ear.

It’s like I can feel it still clinging to me. Everywhere.

“Let’s get the grill going.” someone says.

“Yeah, I’m starving.” I chime in.

They all start heading back.

I walk behind them, brushing my chest just to make sure.

Then Tom glances at me and taps his temple.

“Babe, you’ve got something. On your head. Snot or something.”

I already know what it is.

I wipe at it quickly, fingers trembling

And a string clings. Pulls.

It lands across my face as it snaps.

My lips.

I freeze.

No, no, no!

I look at Tom, eyes wide, pleading.

“It’s just snot babe. Don’t worry about it.” he says.

It’s not snot. It’s the cum. Your cum, you idiot!

I stumble back toward the water, splashing my face with both hands.

Frantically scrubbing.

My mouth. My cheek. My forehead.

“What’s up with her?” someone asks behind me.

“Nothing. She just had some snot on her face.” Tom says dismissively.

They laugh.

I can still feel it.

On my skin. In my hair. Maybe on my lashes.

The guys are still laughing behind me. Talking.

My face is burning.

I keep scrubbing.

“Babe!” Tom yells.

I still don’t know if I got it off.

“Babe! It’s just snot, babe…” he tries again.

“Mira… it’s fine…”

I stop scrubbing and wipe the water off my face, checking my hands if there is anything left.

“It’s fine, babe. Don’t worry about it, okay? We’re all chilled here. Nobody’s gonna tease you about some snot.” Tom says, walking over.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I know. It’s just… It’s…” I stutter and force a smile.

“C’mon let’s go dry by the grill.” he wraps his arms around me.

He smells nice. I try to calm down. Breathe. Smile.

The guys are already back by the grill, setting things up, laughing like nothing happened.

“You okay now?” Tom asks quietly.

I nod.

“Yeah. I just… I needed a second.”

“Good.” he kisses the side of my head and starts walking us back.

I trail beside him, rubbing my arm. I can still feel it. My skin tingles like it’s not really clean.

At the grill, someone pops open a cooler.

“Alright. Who wants what?”

“Ice Tee.” I say, then pause.

I glance at them, trying to remember names.

I can’t. There is only the guy I think might be Max? Or Mike?

I blink, frozen for a second.

“Wait…” I hesitate and lower my head.

“I… I actually forgot your names…”

I look up at them with my best sorry face.

“Guys…”

“I’m sorry…” I add with a small helpless smile.

They all stare at me for a moment, then laugh.

“Wow.” one of them says, offended.

“Cold.”

“Unbelievable.” another adds.

I wince.

“Look I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, guys. Last time I saw you I was like… kinda out of it.” I look at Tom.

Wearing that skirt… after you fucked my brains out… of course I don’t remember any names… idiot…

I smile at the memory.

They laugh.

“Alright. One more time.” the tallest one says, picking up the tee and handing it to me.

“I’m Jay.”

“I’m Noel.” says the one with the shaggy hair.

“Liam.” the guy that I thought was Max or Mark lifts his chin, still smiling.

“Now drink for your crime.” Jay grins.

“Is that a rule?” I ask, smiling despite myself.

I lift my tee and cheer.

“No, no.” Liam says.

“Beer.”

“Mhm. Beer.” Jay adds.

I look at Tom.

“Sorry babe. You did kind of forget my friends names.” Tom says, grabbing a beer and cracking it open for me.

I take a sip. It’s cold and bitter and fizzy. I don’t like it, but I also don’t want to argue.

Tom sits next to me and slides his hand lightly around my waist. Just resting it there.

Every once in a while, his thumb strokes slow circles into my side.

The guys talk about the grill.

How they are going to prepare the meat.

They are hoping to catch some fish.

I try to follow.

But my thoughts keep drifting.

Tom’s touch.

His hand slides lower for a second, squeezes my hip, then settles again.

“Hey Mira.” Noel says, smiling.

“Tom told us you used to dance or something?”

I blink.

“Uh, yeah. Ballet. When I was younger.” I say quickly.

“That’s cool.” Liam says.

“You still do it?”

“Sometimes.” I answer.

Then take another sip of beer, eyes down.

“But not ballet. Like small shows… support dancers.”

They nod. The silence stretches just a little too long.

“So you just go there and ask if they need a dancer?” Noel asks.

“What? No. No. We have a group. And we perform sometimes.”

“A group.” Jay repeats, teasing.

I nod and take another sip.

They’re all looking at me.

I just want to be alone with Tom.

“Where did you two meet?” Jay tries.

“School.” I say.

Tom laughs behind me.

“She was the cutest thing there.”

“School? What were you doing in a school, dude?” Noel grins at Tom.

“Just had something to do.” Tom replies, shrugging.

“I can see.” Noel grins, looking at me.

Tom smiles and blushes.

They go back to their grilling and beers, falling into a new topic without me.

Tom’s hand strokes my side again.

Warm, slow, familiar.

I wish we’d go back to the room.

Just us…

Somewhere quiet…

Just us two…