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More surprising was a text chain from Jake. He was apologizing profusely and swearing he hadn’t meant to actually hurt me.

I let that go too, reassuring him that I wouldn’t tell as long as he left me alone from now on.

I knew if I got him in trouble it would only make things worse for me. He was very popular and his friends would find some awful way to retaliate. There was no winning in situations like these for a girl like me.

Knowing that Carter wanted to and would have defended me helped though. It made me feel stronger and less like a victim. I’d never felt like someone was in my corner like that before, to the point where I knew he’d throw everything away to stand up for me.

I took a few days off and so did Carter. I dearly hoped no one made the connection.

When we finally went back, it wasn’t as bad as before. The rumors seemed to have calmed themselves at least to the point where I wasn’t being directly confronted anymore. At least not until Carter came home that night, bursting into the house, wrath in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” was the first thing out of his mouth.

“Tell you what?”

“All the awful things they’re saying about you at school. It came up during the staff meeting. The school is cracking down on it on social media.”

I shrugged. “I don’t even check my social media. Besides that, what could you do about it?”

He hugged me, being very careful with my head. “It’s my fault! I told you to drive that stupid car around and someone must have seen it.”

“My friend Michelle did,” I told him.

“Your friend started those rumors?”

I shrugged again. “I can’t be completely sure, she denies it, but I think so.”

“I’ll get you something more sensible to drive tonight. I’d trade the Tesla with you but too many people have seen me driving that. What kind of car do you want?”

I waved him off. “No. Stop. You can’t buy me a car. It’s bad enough I’m borrowing one you already had. Just forget it. The damage is done.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “I saw some of the comments online, and I can’t stand that they’re talking like that about you. And in case you need to hear it, it’s all bullshit. You aren’t any of those things they call you. You’re an absolute angel, and I would know, okay? Now what do you want me to do?”

I raised my face to him. “Fuck me. I’m better. Please fuck me.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CARTER

Against my better judgment and my own conscience, I obliged her.

I sat at the kitchen table and took my dick out. I had her naked and straddling me. I strained to work my thick cock in at that angle. She couldn’t take me without some urgent pressure. She struggled to let me in deeper, but I bore down hard, biting the tendon between her neck and shoulder and dragging her down until she took my full length with trembling gasps.

I taught her how to ride me with my hands on her hips, and she squeezed up and down my thickness with some effort. It was too good like that, with her squeezing my cock so hard, her little moans killing me, and I didn’t last long. Even after I kept her there, kissing her deeply, still buried to the hilt. I kneaded at her breasts and played with her nipples as she milked me with her cunt. The orgasm kept going, little tremors that started at the base of my shaft and rocked us both. Even sated, I couldn’t pull out of her, or stop touching her, teasing her.

“I love you,” she said quietly. I watched her earnest face as she said it, heard the deep emotion in her voice. I kissed her for a long time, stroking my hands over her, soothing now.

I didn’t tell her that she couldn’t give it all away like that, her whole body, her whole soul, that she needed to hold some of herself back, or I was liable to take it all.

“It’s prom next weekend,” she said sometime later.

My face was buried in her neck. I was sucking and kissing her lazily, my hands rubbing lightly up and down from her shoulders to her hips.

I pulled back far enough to stare at her.

“I want to go.”

“Do you already have a date?” I asked slowly. The very thought deeply disturbed me. It made me feel a little dizzy and off. I didn’t know what I’d do if she went out with someone else.