An Old Secret

by ElectraSound-WaveDancer

You thought you could keep it a secret. You thought everything would be okay. It was such a long time ago, you thought they'd all forget. But you thought wrong. Now your dirty little secret is out for the whole world to see and you're finally going to have to answer for what you did. Will the four of you get past this, or will you crumble to ashes?

4. Chapter 4

You stared at him at first, shocked and a little confused. He was still so close to your face. You didn't really think about it. You leaned in to bridge the little distance between you. Why did you do that? It didn't matter. He was pulling you in now. You couldn't breathe. No, that wasn't right. You didn't want to breathe. His hands were heading south, now. You parted gasping for air.

He looked at you through those sunglasses for a moment then returned back to his work. You reflexively began to part his lips and he obliged. He was lifting your leg up to his hip and caressing your thigh but you didn't protest it. Why? No time. You were being pinned to a wall. You were a bit more feverish now. He was tugging at the skirt of your dress, the other hand grasping for something behind you that you couldn't see. A door knob. Your feet weren't touching the floor anymore and you could feel him under you, now. There was something in between your thighs. Dirk? Was he carrying you? You guessed so since you were moving. You heard the door close behind you. The wrestling match between your tongues gave way to him lying you down on the bed.

He stood there for a moment just looking you over and biting his lip like he was starving and you were the main course. You weren't afraid, though. Why? He didn't waste any more time with it. He fumbled with his belt and jeans on his way down to you, parted your legs which didn't protest the action (why?), and just like that, Dirk took you.

It was nothing like you thought it would be, it wasn't even with who you thought it would be, but you loved it all the same. It wasn't slow or gentle, but you kind of liked that. His kisses were powerful and intent and you liked that, too. You found it was easier to call out his name than to moan when he hit certain places. And even through all of the force you could still feel the questioning in it all. Asking you if it was okay, or maybe more like this? You loved that, too.

It wasn't until it was over that it hit you like a ton of bricks. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? And then, the big one that knocked you back into the painful truth, the reality of it all, of what the two of you had just done: Jake.

"Oh, my gosh. What did I just do?"