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 it was just another quirky roommate situation. Apparently I had become the apartment’s full-time surveillance system. I noticed how easily Lillian laughed at his dumb jokes, and how Dan moved through our space like it was his.
I was on a long, mind-numbing work call with my noise-canceling headphones when he arrived that afternoon. I caught the faint sound of the front door and saw Dan’s shadow move down the hall, but I stayed focused on the screen, nodding along to spreadsheets and quarterly targets. The shower was still running. The call dragged. When it finally ended and I pulled the headphones off, the apartment wasn’t quiet.
I heard low voices. Wet sounds. A soft moan.
My body recognized the sounds before my brain finished pretending not to. Part of me wanted to stay at my laptop and pretend I hadn’t noticed. I could not pretend this was another accident. I could still stay at my desk. Be normal. Keep my job, maybe.
I went to look and walked down the hall anyway.
The bathroom door was open. The light was on, casting that familiar warm glow I knew too well. The mirror was still fogged around the edges. Lillian’s hair was wet, dark strands stuck to her neck and shoulders. She was completely naked, bent over the sink with Dan behind her, both of them reflected perfectly in the glass. The same mirror where Dan used to fuck me from behind while I watched my own face, because apparently I needed visual confirmation. I used to brace my hands on that counter and stare at my own face as I came.
Now Lillian stood in my exact spot.
She was bent slightly forward, hands on the counter where mine used to be, water still glistening across her back and ass. Dan was behind her, thrusting into her with steady strokes. Her eyes were half-lidded in the reflection, lips parted in pleasure. Seeing them together was bad enough. Seeing her in my spot was worse. Same counter. Same angle. Even the same stupid open-mouthed face I used to make.
I saw myself too, reflected behind them like some creep who had wandered into the wrong porno. Lillian’s eyes found mine in the mirror. She looked startled for half a second, then held my gaze.
I stepped inside.
I moved toward him first because I could not stand being the reflection in the doorway. I kissed him while he kept moving against her, pulling at his attention. I touched him, then her, trying to tilt the balance. But he stayed focused on Lillian, driving into her harder, his eyes flicking between her face in the mirror and mine.
When he was close, he pulled out and caught Lillian by the hips, turning her away from the sink and guiding her down onto the bath mat. I dropped beside her before he could decide where he wanted me. I leaned in first and took him into my mouth. If I could finish him, I could still win something. I worked him with everything I had, trying to pull him over the edge.
But after a few moments, Dan pulled out and shifted fully to Lillian. She opened her mouth obediently. He slid back in and came hard down her throat, groaning softly as she took every drop. I knelt beside her while he chose her mouth.
Only after he finished did Lillian turn to me, grab my face, and kiss me with his taste still in her mouth.
I told myself it did not matter. He had touched me too. He had kissed me too. I was included.
But included was not the same as chosen.
Later that night we all ended up in my bed together. I fell asleep pressed between them, still keeping score.
Sometime during the night, Dan gently woke me. The room was dark. He guided my head down between his legs. I took him into my mouth half-asleep, then woke properly when I realized he had reached for me.
Lillian stirred beside us. Instead of pulling away, she pressed closer. Her hand slipped between my legs, fingers finding me already wet. She kissed my shoulder, then my neck, then my mouth while I kept Dan in my throat. Her fingers found a rhythm that made it hard to keep mine.
When Dan came, it was in my mouth this time. I swallowed every drop. Petty little scoreboard: Mia, one.
Lillian kissed me immediately afterward, smiling into my mouth. We collapsed together between Dan’s spread legs as he drifted back to sleep.
In the dark, it was easier to pretend this counted the same. He had reached for me. Not Lillian. Me. I clung to that thought harder than I wanted to admit.
I had Dan’s cum in my stomach and Lin’s arm around my waist, and somehow I was still finding reasons to be miserable.
I had gotten the night finish. The private one. The consolation prize.
She had beaten me earlier and was holding me now. Apparently my feelings considered that perfectly reasonable.
I closed my eyes, listening to Dan’s slow breathing above us, Lillian’s heartbeat steady against my back.