Confessions Next Door Pt. 02

Rent Day #2

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The next week, things between us are strange, heavier. Milly is quieter, but sometimes I catch her looking at me in a way that's almost challenging--like she's waiting for me to bring it up, to ask how she really felt. The rent is paid for the month, but I know what's coming. Frank's already dropped hints in the hallway, glancing at Milly in ways that make my skin prickle.

On Friday, another envelope slides under our door. Inside, a note in Frank's messy handwriting:

"Next month, same deal isn't enough. If your girlfriend's willing, I want more. No touching, just a blowjob. Ten minutes. That'll cover rent--if she does it for me. You can ask her. Up to you."

My throat goes dry. Milly reads the note, cheeks turning crimson. "He's not going to stop, is he?" she says, voice barely above a whisper.

"We can say no," I tell her, even though we both know we're cornered. No job, no options, just this. Her blue eyes flicker with something new--a pulse of fear, or excitement, I can't tell.

She thinks for a long time. Then, in the quietest voice, she says, "If I do it... will you still love me?" She's shaking, and when I hold her, I feel how small she is, how hard she's trying to be brave.

On the day Frank comes by, I try to stay calm, but my stomach is in knots. Milly dresses the same as before--plain jeans, loose sweater. At the last minute, she pulls her hair back in a tight ponytail, her hands trembling so badly she can barely get the elastic to hold.

Frank stands in the hallway, arms crossed over his gut, eyes moving up and down her body. "You ready?" he asks. Milly nods, eyes on the floor.

I wait inside. This time, the silence is torture. I imagine every second in ugly detail--Frank in the old recliner, zipper lowering, Milly kneeling in front of him, her lips parting around him, her hands shaking as she tries to please him.

When she returns, she's quiet, her face a strange mix of flushed and pale. She sits down at the edge of the bed, eyes downcast, not saying a word.

I swallow. "Did you do it?" My voice is dry, weak.

She nods. "Yeah. I did it."

There's a long pause, the air between us thick. "What did he make you do?" I press.

She fidgets, picking at her nails. "He wanted me to... you know. Use my mouth." Her cheeks flush deep red. "He just sat back and watched me. Didn't say anything, just let me... go."

I need to know more. "Did you touch him first?"

She hesitates, then nods slowly. "He... asked me to take it out. I had to kneel in front of him. His... cock was already hard when I pulled down his pants." She glances at me, as if gauging my reaction. "He didn't shave. There was a lot of hair, and... he's not circumcised, you know."

My heart thuds in my chest. "Did he make you do anything else?"

Milly bites her lip, voice even softer now. "He told me to use my tongue. To... lick around the tip. There was this... smell, kind of musky, strong. He said he hadn't showered yet. I could taste him. He wanted me to pull the skin back and lick underneath. When I pulled it back there was stinky stuff under the head. Although a had to gag a little bit, he made me lick it all off" She seemed to embarresed at this moment, taking both her hands in front of her eyes.

"That's disgusting!", I said, unconsciously moving an inch away from my girlfriend.

"Yes... kinda. But also interesting. You know, I've never tasted another penis before, except for yours of course. And yours never smelled so strong."

I can't help myself. "Did you like it?"

She pauses, breathing slow, chest rising and falling. "I was scared at first. But he was so... calm. Just watching me, telling me I was doing good. After a minute, I... didn't mind as much. I just tried to do what he wanted. I used both hands, but he told me to just use my mouth." Her cheeks burn pink, but there's a strange little smile at the edge of her lips now. "He was big. My jaw ached, but I kept going. I tried to take more, to make him happy."

I swallow, throat tight. "Did he... finish?"

She nods, eyes half-closed, as if remembering. "Yeah. He put his hand on my head, gentle at first, then a little firmer. He told me to keep going, not to stop. He came in my mouth." She looks up at me now, cheeks bright red, but her gaze is steady. "I swallowed. All of it."

A silence stretches between us, heavy with everything she's just admitted.

After a moment, she adds, almost teasing, "But that wasn't all."

She watches me, her blue eyes bright, almost defiant. "Do you want to know exactly what he asked for?"