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A few days had passed since Sam fucked me so hard I could still feel it when I sat down.

My hips carried faint bruises shaped like his fingers, and every time I moved too quickly, a dull ache reminded me of how rough he’d been in that boathouse. I should’ve felt guilty, but I know I didn’t, Instead, the memory made me wet all over again.

But tonight...

Tonight, I needed to forget. Or at least pretend I could.

Friday night. Me, Sophie, and two girls from our dorm hit the usual bar downtown. The place was packed, music loud and bass-heavy, neon lights flickering over sticky counters....