Unloading Secrets

For much of the drive home, she didn't look at me or even say much. I could tell she was exhausted. We'd been at Logan and Trina's house the entire day. The silence in the car wasn't as comforting as I might have wished. It only left me alone with my thoughts.

Every time I shifted in the driver's seat, I could feel him. My asshole felt so wet and creamy, even hours after the fact. I felt just as gaped open as when he'd jerked his cock from my body, though I knew that couldn't be correct. But I felt it. I was hollow and empty, and staring down the dark roads ahead, I found myself dreamily wishing that I could feel him pumping again, longing for the fullness of something alive inside of me.

"I can't even believe you two did that," Cassie said.

My entire body tensed. I couldn't help but look over at her. She was staring out the window. It didn't seem like an accusation, but I couldn't breathe.

"What?" I asked as calmly as possible.

Cassie grinned and turned a weary face to mine.

"You guys unloaded the entire truck in a day," she told me. "You basically moved a whole household."

I scoffed and allowed myself to smile.

"Yeah, well, when we find our own place, I only hope they'll remember us," I added.

"Damn right," Cassie said. "And this time the paintings will go where I say they do."

We shared a little laugh. The silence in the car resumed, and I felt more at ease. Deep chords of guilt strummed within me, and I wondered if I'd ever get used to the feeling. I thought of what Logan had said. Cassie knew about her toys being... used. Maybe that was just suspicion. Either way, I felt vulnerable and weak sitting beside her. A part of me wanted to tell her everything.

Now I had a new secret. I liked it too much to even share.

"Did you say anything to him?"

I glanced over at Cassie. She didn't return my gaze. She stared straight ahead into the night that rushed by the car.

I swallowed, my brain scrambling to concoct an answer.

"Uh, you mean... about their friend?" I asked.

"No, about theoretical physics," Cassie said smiling and rolling her eyes.

I shook my head. "No. Didn't really come up, and I wasn't about to spill secrets or anything."

The several seconds that passed were so silent and yet so deafening. I could feel Cassie looking at me now. I had to glance over at her, and when I did, I couldn't read the weary smile she directed at me. I felt like a deer staring down the barrel of a rifle poking out of the trees.

"You're so slick, aren't you?" Cassie said.

I couldn't even respond. I scoffed but said nothing, turning my eyes back toward the road. My body remained relaxed and limp, while my insides boiled over in a panic.

"Well, keep it up," Cassie said, "because Trina invited us to dinner at their place a couple weeks from now after they get fully settled. Told me to bring drinks. So don't let a little liquor loosen your tongue, there, Mr. Secret Service. I don't need them stealing my man away in the bed while I'm passed out asleep or something."

"Ha ha," I quickly retorted.

I gripped the steering wheel until it made a sound. Cassie stared out her window. I tried to cut my eyes over in an attempt to discern the expression she hid on her face.

I couldn't.