Depression

Angela knows she’s cracking. She sits in the therapist’s office and tells him. He leans back. “Have you ever faced your sexuality?” Flat voice, like it costs him nothing. She nods. “Once.” She swallows. There was Gabbie—blonde hair spilling across the bed—and Manuel on the couch, watching. Gabbie took her. Hands first, then her mouth. She pushed Angela down, spread her, licked until Angela shook. Manuel stayed silent, the cuckold role clear in every tense line of his body. Gabbie rode him after, eyes locked on Angela, daring her to look away. Angela watched his cock slide in and out, Gabbie’s ass bouncing, wet sounds filling the room. When Gabbie finished him with her throat, Angela felt it like a slap. She came later, alone, remembering that night. Nothing since has felt as sharp. Nothing else has made the guilt and the heat twist so tight she can’t breathe.