Chapter 2 — A Woman's Confession - Part 1 (2)

The man, who had been thrusting wildly, finally groaned in climax and came deep inside me. He lightly placed his hands on my waist, then pulled his body away.

His cock slipped out from deep within me, and I clenched my teeth in haste.

As his member withdrew, my pussy gushed his cum in a slow, steady stream.

He pulled out a tissue, wiped the traces from his cock, and then silently handed one to me.

That's when the shame crashed over me—intense, suffocating. I was mortified. I needed to wipe the dripping cum, but my hands trembled.

After the awkward, cramped sex in the car, I hurriedly fixed my clothes.

I searched for my bra, fastened the hook, and gave up on my panties—just wriggled into my pants first.

Finally dressed, I sat still and quietly stared at him.

He was already puffing on a cigarette. The atmosphere felt unbearably stiff.

"I was kind of hoping you'd show up when I called earlier... but I didn't really believe you would."

"Yeah..."

"You looked so young, I almost just let you go..."

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"...I'm embarrassed."

"Haha, you know it's embarrassing—so why even think about doing it?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I must've been crazy for a moment… Haha..."

He studied me for a moment, but I pretended not to notice, deliberately turning my face toward the window, watching the cars pass by.

He started driving again, returning me to where we'd first met.

"Where should I drop you?"

"Right here. Thank you!"

"We fit well together, don't we? When should we meet again?"

"Let's chat later… Right now, it's just too awkward."

I quickly got out of the car and hurried away, walking briskly down into the underground passage.

Only then did I start regretting what I'd done. What was I thinking? Was I insane? How could I trust that man? What if he tries to blackmail me…?

I vowed never to chat with him again.

I changed my pager number and avoided that chat room for the next three years.

I've always been cautious about sex.

Even though I've had sex with men other than my boyfriend, they were all one-time encounters. I enjoyed them carefully during college, without letting anything escalate.

There wasn't much talk about me afterward.

After graduation, I was lucky enough to land a job at a small-to-mid-sized company—unrelated to my major, but better than staying unemployed. I worked happily.

Especially since our clients liked me—cheerful, easygoing, good at building rapport.

That's where I saw him again.

At first, when we crossed paths, neither of us recognized the other.

It had been too brief, too fleeting to remember.

Later, a dinner meeting was arranged with client staff—a sort of business entertainment. I had a vague sense—haven't I seen him somewhere before?—but at first, I truly couldn't place him.

Then suddenly, all the blood seemed to drain from my head. I remembered.

Judging from his expression, he still hadn't recognized me. Please, don't remember…

Honestly, it's been nearly three years. How could he remember? We only did it once, in a car after dinner…

My hairstyle, my clothes, my whole vibe—I've changed completely. He won't recognize me.

After the dinner, a few of us decided to casually go for a second round. The women from his company were pulling him along.

He seemed popular among the female employees.

They invited him to join them for drinks, and he naturally agreed.

I wanted to skip it, but there were only three of us from my side—I couldn't just leave. It was uncomfortable facing him again, but I had no choice.

At the nightclub, during a slow dance, he asked me for a blues dance. With everyone watching, I couldn't refuse.

He still doesn't know… I'll just go along lightly…

At first, we danced with just a casual touch, but then he whispered into my ear.

"It's been a while…"

—He remembers. Oh god, what do I do? Play dumb? Or face it head-on?

"Yeah?"
"Do you still go around without underwear before your period these days?"

Oh my god… He remembers that too?

"I thought about you sometimes… never expected we'd meet again."

"Yeah… You've been well?" —Giving up already…

"Other than jerking off thinking about you, I've been fine."

He blew warm breath into my ear, then ran his tongue along the rim.

My legs nearly gave out. I felt wetness spreading inside my panties. But we were surrounded by coworkers—panicked, I glanced around.

Thankfully, my colleagues were too busy clinking glasses and chatting to notice.

He pressed his body closer. I could feel his cock, hard beneath his pants, lightly poking me through my skirt.

"I thought we could have so many fun experiences together… It was a shame we didn't continue."

His hand slowly slid down my back, caressing my spine.

"My cock's hard because of a dirty little slut like you… Can you do something about it?"

Was this blackmail? My body tensed instantly. I hated the idea of being threatened, of being forced.

His hand rested on my ass.

"I have a family, a position at work—you won't get into any trouble because of me. You're the one holding the knife."

"Yeah..."

"Finally, your voice sounds normal."

"I was a little worried..."

"But why didn't you contact me after that?"

"I just didn't want things to drag on and get messy."

"I waited for you."

"I'm sorry..."

"You didn't trust me?"

"I couldn't even trust myself."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"He's in the military."

"So you're alone now?"

"Yeah… Sometimes I enjoy one-night stands."

"If I asked you again…?"

"Let's say fifty-fifty."

"Not bad. Then I'll bet on that fifty."

His hand slipped under my skirt, over my ass—but I let it stay.

When the music ended, I went to the restroom, looked in the mirror, and tried to calm my racing heart.

Just as I was composing myself to leave, I saw him waiting right outside.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the emergency exit, then hungrily devoured my lips.

His hand slipped under my clothes, pushed aside my bra, and began teasing my nipple with his fingers.

His other hand lifted my skirt and slipped into my panties.

My pussy was already slightly wet from dancing—his fingers slid in easily.

"Pretending to be so innocent… but you're already this wet down here?"

He murmured against my lips. His cock pressed firmly against my stomach, rubbing me.

"Someone might come..."

"So what? Isn't it more exciting that way?"

He kissed me again, then suddenly pulled away.

"I've confirmed it—you're still the same as before. Let's continue in two days."

Is this really happening? I couldn't calm my emotions for a long time.

While fixing my clothes, I suddenly felt angry. What the hell is this? He's acting like nothing's wrong, but I'm the one left shaken?

Once my head cleared, I pulled myself together and returned to the group.

Everyone was getting ready to leave, stepping out of the club.

He casually said goodbye and left with colleagues heading the same way, while I walked home feeling like I'd been punched in the back of the head.