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I gave her a brisk hug, pat-pat on the shoulder, “Night, Jess,” and took the stairs two at a time. It was the hardest quick hug of my life.
The next morning I came down to find Hannah home from her shift, sitting at the table opposite Jess, both of them holding mugs. Hannah looked up at me, then back at Jess.
“She’s told me,” Hannah said.
My stomach dropped. “Han, nothing happened…”
“I know. Jess said that too. She said she had a go and you said no. She said you were an absolute gentleman, and she cried on me for half an hour.” Hannah stood up, crossed the kitchen and took my face in both hands. “I’m so proud of you I could scream.”
“I… thanks?”
“Thank you, Tom,” Jess said, with a wobbly smile. “I’m going to be a better friend. And you two are going to be very, very loud tonight, because I’m putting headphones on and going to the cinema.”
Hannah’s grin was pure filth. She took my hand and led me upstairs in the middle of the afternoon and pushed me down on the bed. She rode me with her blouse half off, hands braced on my chest, rocking and squeezing until I was begging. She’d never been so wet. “Reward,” she panted. “For being a good boy.”
I flipped her, pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her until the headboard rattled, hard and deep. She came with a scream.
Downstairs, the front door shut. Then, through the open window, we heard Jess’s voice in the street, shouting very clearly, “NICE ONE, HANNAH!”
Ending 13 of 16: Good Man. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.