Dinner did not save me.
I sat through the speeches with Reece's knee against mine and his father's c*m nowhere in me, only the taste, only the ache. Every shift soaked the chair. I smiled when the wing was named. I clapped. Under the cloth my cunt throbbed, empty, and I did not put a hand near it. Graham had told me not to finish in the stall. He had not told me the rest of the night would be a stall I could not leave.
The dorm text came at eleven. Gate closed. No late list. Reece read it over my shoulder and did the decent thing, which was the indecent one.
"Stay at the house. Guest room. My father won't care." He looked across the emptying ballroom. "Dad. Lita's locked out. All right if she takes the blue room?"
Graham shrugged. One shoulder. The man who had held my hair in a bathroo
