When I was sure I was empty, I sat on the bench and pulled my clothes back on and put my wig away. I could only hope nobody noticed how disheveled I looked as I stepped out. I felt bad for whoever found the mess I’d left, but the service was ending and I had to quickly fix my appearance in the restroom before meeting up with my family.
“Where’d you run off to, boy?” dad demanded when I met them in the lobby.
“He had a stomach ache, honey,” mom lightly chastised. She gave me a weird look, but it was so brief that maybe I’d imagined it. I put a hand on my belly, thinking about how full of cum it was not so long ago, and I felt myself blush. Keith noticed everything, doing his best to act nonchalant.
The day proceeded as normal, and I didn’t get a moment alone with Keith until after lunch. He came into my room with a smirk, seating himself at my desk. I was on my bed with my phone, watching him cautiously.
“You’re fucking nuts, you know that?” he murmured.
“Don’t lie, I know you liked it,” I replied, nibbling my lip. He shrugged but didn’t deny anything. “Hey, um… You probably already know I also did stuff with Ellie.” I swallowed, shoving thoughts of Friday aside. “Does it… bother you?”
“That you had sex with somebody else?” I nodded and he scratched his chin. “I’ll level with you, I feel like it doesn’t count if it’s gay, y’know? Like I’m not really jealous from it.”
I frowned. “If what’s gay?”
“Like my girl banging other girls.”
My stomach churned a bit at this. “Me being with Ellie wasn’t gay, Keith.”
It seemed to only just occur to him, because his eyes went wide as he thought it through. He at least had the decency to look embarrassed. “Right. Um… sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I sighed. “Do you… Do you think we’ll ever get to a point where I don’t need… to be Zoey?” I regretted the question as soon as it was out of my mouth. I wasn’t ready for the answer.
To his credit, he seemed to actually give it some serious thought, though his somber expression still didn’t give a positive outlook. “I dunno,” he finally decided. His phone pinged, and he reached to check it. “I won’t rule anything out. I mean, wild shit can happen and change–” He stopped short when he read the notification that came in, expression suddenly direly serious.
“What’s up?”
“Marie is coming to town,” he muttered with a frown, and my heart sank. Marie was his girlfriend. And where did that leave me and what we’d done? Like he said earlier, it doesn’t count if it’s gay. I… was hoping I wouldn’t get hurt again so soon.
“Are you going to see her?” I mumbled dejectedly.
He glanced at me and quickly turned back to his phone. “Uh… yeah, me and the boys are gonna hang with her at Josie’s tonight.” He didn’t invite me to tag along as he stood up awkwardly. He was avoiding looking at me as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I… I’ll see you later, aight?”
He fled without waiting for an answer, and I curled up on my bed. Was there something I could have done to not feel like shit? Maybe this was my penance. God had a sick sense of humor, after all.
Well, to hell with lying around feeling sorry for myself. I didn’t have to be emotionally dependent on anybody, right?
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