"You sure it won't be weird?" Mae asked as she climbed on top of him.

"I'm sure," he replied. "Trust me, it's gonna be awesome."

"Oh, I know it's gonna be awesome for me, I just-I dunno, I've heard stories."

"About what? Guys not liking it when their girlfriend rides their dick?"

"Yeah. I don't know, just stuff you read online, about guys getting weird about it-I dunno. Whatever. Just wanted to be sure. I'm riding you now."

Trent stared up at her as she straddled him, her large breasts swaying and jiggling as she moved and got into position. Reaching down between them, she grabbed his dick. "Stop staring at me you fucking weirdo!" she complained.

"Mae! We are having sex!" he cried.

"I know, just-whatever. You're lucky I get naked for you and let you keep the lights on."

"Why would I-ahhhh shit," he groaned as she slipped him into herself.

"Oh wow, dude, that's-oh man. That's good. Like...ah! Oh holy crap." She kept working him deeper into her hot wet depths until he was all the way inside of her. Very quickly, she lost herself to the sex, riding his cock, going up and down.

"Oh fuck, Mae," he groaned, reaching up and groping her huge breasts.

"Is it good?" she asked.

"Yes! Your pussy feels fucking awesome!"

"Good...mmm...maybe I should just ride you until you bust," she said, grinning devilishly down at him.

"Mae, that's a bad idea," he warned.

"It's fine," she said, grinning more fiercely as she put her hands on his shoulders, her huge tits hanging down in front of his face. "Come on, just let me do it. I want to feel you cumming in my pussy. Is that so wrong?"

"You could get pregnant…" Trent groaned, rapidly losing his willpower as he stared at her big, swaying breasts and felt her fucking him, taking his dick deep into her raw pussy, and his hands ended up grasping her big ass.

"I'm on birth control."

"It takes a little bit to kick in!"

"Come on, Trent! I'm not gonna get pregnant, even if I do there's like, Plan B down at Ham Panther. If it's really an emergency I can take it. My period's in like a week so I'll get it sorted out…" She groaned and sighed heavily, pausing in her riding, staring down at him as he hung onto his willpower by a thread. "I guess I should tell you now…"

"Tell me what?" he asked.

"I can't get pregnant."

"Wait-what!? How do you know?" he asked.

She sighed and sat up, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "When I was younger, I was in and out of the doctors a lot. They ran a ton of tests on me. Like a bunch. I think they got carried away and started running more tests than they should have, but this was also back when we had health insurance so whatever. But one of the things they told me was I was infertile, that the chances of me getting pregnant are practically nonexistent. Something about complications at birth, and something else...I can't remember. But there it is."

"Why wouldn't you tell me this before?" Trent asked.

"It's, like, one of those huge things for guy-girl couples, right? Kids? Like, that door is just closed to us. And I know I should've told you sooner, but I wanted to wait, in case...you wanted to break up with me, since reproduction isn't on the table."

"I don't want to break up with you because of that, Mae," he said. "I don't care right now. And I doubt I will for years. We're in our freaking early twenties Mae, I don't give a shit about having kids. I don't want them right now," he replied.

"With me?"

"With anyone. Do you want them?"

"Oh God no."

"Then what's the problem?"

"There's a huge difference between 'don't want right now' and 'can't have ever'."

"It's fine, Mae. You can ride me until I bust," he replied.

She looked excited. "For real?"

"For real. Honestly I want you to, I was just scared."

"Oh man are you in for a fucking ride!" She regained her fierce grin and leaned forward, grabbing his shoulders once more as she started bouncing on him again. "Oh fuck that feels so good when your dick gets all deep in me like-argh! Yes!"

Trent groaned, grabbing her big hips as she continued riding him, taking him all the way into her over and over. He listened to her panting and moaning as they fucked, and Mae did exactly as she intended.

She rode him until he busted inside of her.

It was incredible. Trent let out a loud, incoherent cry that might have been her name as he started cumming into her. He felt his stuff exploding out of him, his dick jerking hard within her pussy, filling her up.

"Oh wow, dude!" she cried. "Oh man, I can feel it! It's so hot and-oh wow…"

Trent grasped her and held her against him as he thrust up into her, each time making her shout in pleasure. He kissed her as he wrapped both arms around her and held her to him, filling her up. He shot his load into her for a long time.

When he was done, they laid together, holding each other, for several minutes.

"Man, are you like okay?" Mae asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Was it that good? Because you sounded like you were fucking dying or something."

"It was that good."

"Wow. Holy shit, man." She giggled. "It felt weird. All warm inside, down there, getting hotter, actually. And there's more of it...but I can feel it starting to leak out...ew. It's kind gross again."

"We should take a shower," he said.

She sighed. "Yeah. Taking a shower is effort, though," she said. "And I'm sleepy."

"I know, but you'll risk some kind of infection if you leave it in you too often. Or that's what I've heard."

"Lame. Fine."

"Hold your hand over your pussy so you don't get it all over the bed or the floor," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," she replied as she stood up.

They walked to the bathroom and then got in the shower after he got it going. For a moment, neither of them said anything.

"Trent?" Mae asked quietly.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"I'm ready to talk about...well, some of the stuff. Not the, uh, the most recent stuff. But you asked earlier about the kid I, uh, attacked, years ago. I can talk about that. And about what's wrong with me," she said.

"I'm listening."

She was quiet for a few moments. "Will you hold me, while I tell you this? I don't know if I can stand to look at your face while I tell you this stuff, but also I want you to hold me."

"Yes, Mae," he replied, and hugged her.

"Thank you...so, like, something's wrong with me. Like my brain. I don't really know. I have depression, I know that. And some anxiety problems. But I also have something else. The first time it happened...I was fourteen. I was playing a game that I really liked, like a ghost dating sim or something, I played it all the time, and I was super invested in the characters. It was like they were my friends almost, which I know sounds super fucking lame but whatever. I liked it. But like something happened.

"I still don't really know what or why, but it was like someone pushed a button in my brain, and suddenly they just didn't mean anything to me anymore. Like...they were just shapes. Everything was fake. Which you'd think, like, duh! They're in a video game, of course they're fake. But it extended to everything. I looked outside, and saw the tree that was always there, and suddenly it didn't exist anymore. It was just a shape. And my parents were just shapes. Fitted together. Saying fake words and fake sentences, like it was a script or something. Nothing felt real anymore. It stopped after like a few hours, but then it came back again shortly after, at a softball game. I had a bat. This kid, Andy, was up to pitch, and the button got pushed again."

She paused, and a shudder ran through her, and he realized she'd started to cry. He tightened his hug just a little and began rubbing the back of her head. "It was like, he wasn't real. He was just a thing, just a bunch of things, fitted together. Just shapes. He wasn't even alive. None of them were. No one was anywhere in the whole universe, because the universe wasn't real. It was all fake. And I just lost it. I don't even know why I did it, I don't even remember the whole thing. It was just, like, someone hit fast-forward, and suddenly I was on him, hitting him with the bat. They said I was screaming at him to stop. I guess I wanted him to stop being dead shapes, and wanted him to be alive again. I think, it was like, if I could make him be alive again, everything else would be alive again, and it would all be fixed, and the only way I knew how to make him alive and real was to hit him, to scare him into doing it, maybe...I don't know…"

She started crying more intensely, squeezing him so hard it hurt, but he didn't say anything, just let her do whatever she needed to do.

This was obviously very difficult for her.

"They made me go to therapy after. And I know my parents went into debt to help pay Andy's medical bills, and my medical bills. That's why I was in and out of the doctor's office so much. All the tests. It's funny, in the end, all they gave me was a fucking journal."

"Wait, what?!" he asked, bewildered.

"Yeah. Doctor Hank said if I kept a journal it would help me deal with my problems."

"Aren't you on any meds? You said you were taking brain medication earlier…"

"That's for headaches. I started getting them awhile ago. Otherwise nothing."

"Jesus, Mae, you should be on antidepressants at least…"

"I know. Bea and I have been talking about it ever since I told her. I thought...I thought the journal was supposed to help. And I mean it did, kinda. But not really. I figured, if Doctor Hank can't help, no one could, and all he wanted to do was give me a journal. But the episodes did stop after that, for awhile. It happened a few other times, but not quite as intensely. It didn't really get bad until I went off to college. It wasn't so bad, the first semester. But then it started to come on during the second semester…"

"What did?"

"The feelings. I was like...paranoid. I was afraid." She paused, let out a sob. "I was terrified. It was like, the shapes were coming back. I couldn't sleep. I was on cough syrup for awhile, just to get to sleep. I made it through second semester, telling myself I could do it. I could handle it. It would go away, like before, but it didn't. When third semester came, it got so bad. It finally got to the point where I just stopped leaving my room. It was like...there was this statue. This huge rusty statue, I could see it from my window, and it was waiting for me!"

She stopped talking and began crying harder, burying her face against his chest.

"It's okay, Mae," he murmured, rubbing her head and her back now.

After a moment, she composed herself and pressed on. "I didn't leave my room for like two weeks except to go to the bathroom and take showers. Even that was hard. I got my roommate to bring me pizza sometimes. I think she was really freaked out by me. I knew I had to come home. Everything was shapes. I was surrounded by dead shapes and I heard dead words and there was nothing but dead nothing out there. I hated it and I was terrified all the time and sick and miserable and my head hurt so much...but I finally worked up the courage to leave my room and go home. I got on a bus and I just went home. And then-"

"What?" he asked when she didn't continue.

"Then things got really complicated," Mae replied.

"That's when it gets to the part where you don't want to talk about it yet? The part where Bea and Gregg and Angus were there for?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"That's okay," he said.

"You don't wanna know?" she murmured.

"Of course I wanna know. But you aren't ready to tell me yet. I don't want to try and make you."

"Thanks...that's what makes you different from a lot of other people. So many people try to make me do stuff. It's like, with a lot of people, you say no, and they see that as a challenge. When it's like, I just don't want to do the thing, I'm not trying to be a jerk."

"I understand that. Just...you will tell me, at some point, right?" he asked. "I mean, I believe in secrets, honestly, but if we're going to be dating-"

"No, you're right," she said, pulling back slightly and looking up at him. "You're right. I will tell you. Because this is important, and you deserve to know. Although...you're gonna wish you didn't. I kind of want to not tell you, because it really sucks. Either you're going to think I'm nuts, or you're going to believe me...and I'm not sure which is worse. I would prefer thinking I'm nuts."

"Why? What the fuck happened?" he asked.

"It was...bad. But everyone should be here, when I tell you." She continued staring at him, frowning. "Are you scared of me now?"

"No, Mae," he replied. Trent wasn't completely sure what he felt after all that she'd told him, he needed time to process it, but he knew what she needed to hear. She'd just showed him her naked soul, and the desperate, painful need to be accepted as she was, broken parts and all, was obvious in her eyes. And he just wanted to help her, to make her happy, or at least feel better. Feel accepted. "I'm not scared of you."

"Really?" she asked, scrutinizing him closely.

"Really."

She stared at him a moment longer, then hugged him tightly again. "Thank you. I've only ever really told that to Bea, and I tried with my mom. And Bea, she…" Mae sighed heavily.

"What?" he asked.

"I feel shitty, but I think I trust her more. Bea needs me. Gregg doesn't. I love him, he's one of my best friends, both him and Angus, but they don't need me. They need each other. And that's...okay. It's hard, but I've been trying to accept it. They're going to move away. That's what The Plan is. Save up money, get a place in Bright Harbor, get the hell out of Possum Springs. I'm happy for them, honestly, but...I asked if I could live with them and it just got super awkward and it's clear I can't. And, like, I guess I get it. I don't really wanna live with just one person, I want roommates. I guess that's one reason I want an open relationship...is that going to be a problem?" she asked.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I'm still getting used to everything. So far I like what's happening, mostly. I like having you here, I like what we have going on."

"Did you like it when Selmers spent the night?" she asked.

"Yeah. That was cool. And fun. I guess...I'm not necessarily opposed to roommates."

"Or other girlfriends?" Mae asked, grinning up at him. "I'd love to live with you and Selmers."

"I mean...yeah, that wouldn't be so bad," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "Not so bad, give me a break. I saw how much you liked fucking her."

"Who wouldn't? That was...something else."

"Yeah it was. I wanna do stuff with her...I hope she's down for that." Mae yawned suddenly. "Ugh, shit, I'm so tired."

"Me too," he said. "Let's finish up and go to bed."

They did, cleaning themselves off, then drying and getting back into the bed. They settled under the blankets in the darkness together. Trent listened to the wind blowing outside, and after a bit, found himself listening to Mae struggling to get settled.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a bit.

"No. I can't sleep now. Ugh. I'm so tired, I just wanna sleep, but I can't get comfortable and my brain won't turn off," she replied.

"Here, lay on your stomach," he said, sitting up.

"Why? What are you gonna do?"

"Give you a massage. You want a massage?"

"Ugh, yes!" she groaned.

"Why was that a begrudging yes?" he asked as he pulled the blankets back.

"You're so fucking nice to me, how am I ever going to keep up?"

"We're not keeping score, Mae," he said as he settled on her, resting on his knees. He began massaging her shoulders. She groaned loudly. "But even if we were, you earned like a million points with, how'd you put it? Being a cool girlfriend and letting me fuck her hot friends."

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did, huh?"

"But for real, don't get hung up on stuff like that. Just...keep trying to be nice to me. I just want to feel like you're trying," he said.

"...all right. Wow that feels good," she murmured. "You've got good hands."

"Glad you think so...sorry your friends couldn't make it over today."

"Mmm, it happens. They've got busy stuff to be busy with," she replied, yawning.

Trent massaged her shoulders for awhile, then began working his way down her back, eventually focusing on her lower back. That got a strong response from her. He kept massaging her until he realized she'd fallen asleep.

Covering her back up and getting settled again, Trent soon followed.