Chapter 2 The Coffee Shop Confession

I stood frozen in the kitchen like a total idiot, legs still shaky from last night. Coach Derek’s cum was kinda still leaking into my ruined panties. Mom stared at me with that sharp doctor glare, arms crossed tight.

“Uh… I slept over at Marie’s,” I blurted, biting my lip hard. “We were studying late for this huge nursing exam and it got super late, so I just crashed there.”

Mom raised one eyebrow. She wasn’t buying it. “Marie’s? You didn’t text or call once. I was worried sick, Amelia. You know the rules.”

She fired questions fast. Who was there? Did you drink? Why no message? I nodded like crazy, making up stuff about pizza and Netflix. My face burned hot. Every time I shifted, my sore pussy reminded me how hard Derek fucked me.

Finally Mom sighed and hugged me quick. “If you’re not coming home, just call next time, okay? I work a lot but you’re still my baby girl. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“Yeah, Mom. Sorry,” I mumbled. Then it hit me — my phone died at the bar. I never even thought to call. Guilt twisted my gut, but I was mostly relieved she dropped it.

That afternoon I met my crew at The Bean Haven, our usual spot right off campus. The place smelled like vanilla lattes and fresh muffins. Lucas, Maria, Sandra, and Katie were already crammed in our corner booth, waving me over like maniacs.

I slid in next to Katie, forcing a smile even though my body still buzzed from every thrust last night. We ordered fast — iced caramel latte for me, fancy matcha for Maria, and a ton of pastries.

Talk started normal but quickly turned dirty like always with us.

Katie leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Okay, spill! I hooked up with Tyler from psych class last night. So hot. We did it in his dorm and I came twice. Twice!”

We all squealed. Lucas smirked. “Lucky. Mine was trash.”

Sandra went bright red, hiding behind her strawberry drink. “You guys suck. I’m still a virgin, okay? Stop.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “At least someone’s getting laid. Amelia, when was the last time you had sex? For real.”

I choked hard on my latte, coughing like an idiot. Memories of Derek pounding me flashed — his thick cock slamming deep, hands slapping my ass, me moaning like a slut.

“Months ago,” I lied, wiping my mouth. “Like forever. No one worth mentioning.”

Maria narrowed her eyes and grinned. “Bullshit. You got that freshly-fucked glow. And those marks on your neck? Who was he? Was it good? Was he big?”

My cheeks burned. Thinking about Derek made my clit throb right there under the table. His grey eyes. That deep growl. How he filled me till I dripped. I squeezed my thighs tight.

“It was nothing,” I laughed, waving it off. “Just some random dude. Can we talk about something else? Sandra’s virgin ass needs action soon.”

They laughed and the convo moved on, but Maria kept giving me side-eye. I barely tasted my latte. My mind kept slipping back to his apartment — his mouth on my pussy, me screaming when I came.

By the time I got home the mansion was dead quiet. Mom had already left for another long hospital shift. I went straight to my bathroom, stripped fast, and jumped in the shower. Hot water felt amazing on my skin.

But when I looked down, I saw the bruises. Fingerprints on my hips. A dark hickey on my throat where Derek bit me while he was buried deep. I touched it and shivered. My nipples got hard instantly.

I closed my eyes and it all rushed back. Him ripping my panties. Tongue flicking my clit super fast. That massive cock sliding in and out, hitting spots that made me lose it. “Take this dick,” he growled. And I did. Like a desperate girl. I came so many times.

My hand moved down without thinking. Over my stomach, straight to my sore pussy. I was soaked again. I rubbed my clit slow, biting my lip. One finger slipped in, then two. I pictured Derek flipping me over, fucking me from behind, yanking my hair. My legs shook hard. I came fast, whispering “Fuck, Derek…” into the steam.

I hated how bad I still wanted him. He was supposed to be a stupid one-time mistake. But now I couldn’t stop craving it.

I was drying off, towel around me, hair dripping wet, when Mom’s voice suddenly yelled from downstairs.

“Amelia! Come out here, there’s someone here to see you!”

My heart slammed to a stop. Pure fear hit me. Stomach flipping, hands ice cold. Oh shit. Was it him? Did Derek show up? Did he know where I lived? What if Mom found out her daughter got brutally fucked by a random man?

I stood frozen in the bathroom, pulse racing like crazy, wondering if my dirty little secret was about to explode everywhere.