Arc 1 · Crossed Lines

Breaking up with your boyfriend is supposed to simplify your life. Mine somehow resulted in him having a key to my apartment, regular sex, and my roommate asking whether he was staying for dinner...

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Lillian on her knees in the kitchen, her sleep shirt hanging open, tits bouncing as she gagged around Dan’s cock. I saw his hand in her hair, forcing her…

Dan texted again late that afternoon. “Heading out now. Be there in twenty?” I stared at the message until the screen went dark. Lillian had seen it too. After a long, loaded silence she just shrugged, and I typed back…

The next evening I stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables while Lillian leaned against the counter, sipping cheap wine from a jelly jar. “Dan’s bringing groceries,” I told her, keeping my voice light. “Real ones. Not just more ramen. He…

I was sprawling on the couch in nothing but an oversized hoodie and panties when Lillian came out of her room wearing a soft yellow summer dress. The hem brushed her thighs, and the neckline sat just low enough to…

Dan was coming over almost every evening now. I told myself it was convenient. He brought food, fixed stuff, and made the apartment feel less like two broke girls scraping by. Lillian and I joked about it more openly, like…

Dan was at the apartment more often than not. I started showing up late to meetings or blaming “bad connection” whenever I had to mute myself because I couldn’t keep my voice steady. Lillian’s assignments were piling up unfinished. We…

Watching them had become routine in the worst way. The accident excuse had died weeks ago. Sometimes I stayed away on purpose. Sometimes I heard Lillian moan and found myself halfway down the hall before I had finished inventing a…

The apartment was too quiet without Dan. Dan had texted earlier saying he was busy with work and wouldn’t make it over. For the first time in weeks, it was just Lin and me. No groceries delivered like a peace…

Lin and I moved around each other in the kitchen, finding excuses to touch. Her hand brushed my hip when she reached for the coffee, and my shoulder bumped hers as we stood at the counter. We didn’t talk about…

I heard a familiar noise: grunts from Lin’s room. I looked at my PC as another meeting reminder popped up and decided to ignore this one as well. I was getting fired for sure if I kept this up. I…

Dan showed up mid-afternoon carrying a cheap toolbox like he had been summoned by the dripping faucet. The kitchen faucet had been dripping for days, loudest whenever the apartment went quiet. He did not wait to be asked. He set…

The next morning the apartment felt crowded with everything Lin and I were not saying. Dan had already left for work, so it was just the two of us in the kitchen. I moved around her in short, clipped movements,…