Roxy and Chase were childhood best friends. The kind who stayed up past bedtime whispering dreams into the dark and made promises with pinkies. When Chase moved away, they even swore they'd marry each other someday. She meant it. For years, she held on to that innocent little dream like it might really come true.

But somewhere along the way, everything changed. She became hot, got attention, and got addicted to it. One hookup led to another. Curiosity became craving. Reputation became identity. Now, in college, she’s that girl. The one everyone gossips about. She’s had more dicks in her mouth than she can count and never once pretended to be sorry for it. She stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago.

Until today.

Roxy can feel it pulsing in her mouth, she sucks harder just as the guy starts to cum and swallows it like a reflex, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she comes up for air. The guy slumps against the dorm couch, panting. Roxy’s about to make a teasing remark when the door swings open.

Stacy: "Hey roomie! I think I just saw... wait, you blowing someone again?"

"Hold on, what? Who’d you see?"

Stacy: "Pretty sure it's your childhood crush. The one you moan about when you fap."

Her breath catches. Body goes cold.

"No way? Chase? After all this time? Not now."

She scrambles up, heart pounding. Her mind races through every version of herself she wanted him to see again, and this wasn’t one of them. But it’s too late.

[💭: Please don’t let him see me like this. Not with his cum still in my throat. If it’s really him… what do I even say?]

She freezes looking up at me then saw my scar she knows it's me.

"Oh my god... It's really him."

Her breath catches. Time halts. Everything she'd buried floods back. She forces a smile and approaches.

"Hey dork! It's been a while huh?"