Yes, Sir

Chapter 10 - Exposed Secrets

Kayla

There was no way to hide it - the text from Rebecca had me shaken. For a few minutes, naked and waiting to shower, I just kind of... stared at it.

'What do you want?' Angus asked, and it took me a second to realise he meant for food. After the hours -hours- of mind-bending sex, we were all hungry and worn-out, but that had been immediately replaced with a nervousness in me that was quickly wiping out any appetite. 'What's wrong?'

I looked up, and he had this... gaze. This look on his face - like he could see right through me. He was still naked, too, and his heaving form across the room from me was like something from a painting. He was all mass and hair, his body shiny in places from lube and sweat, and his eyes were low and piercing, searching me.

I had to tell him. I couldn'tnottell him.

'I... I think Rebecca knows.'

He didn't reactmuch, but what happened was telling. I saw his shoulders tighten, his jaw tense, and his eyes widen just a little. I offered my phone to him, showing him the screen, and he took a quick look before passing it back. 'Fuck.'

The sound of the water cut off, and after a moment a washed-and-scrubbed Perri appeared at the doorway. 'Shower's free. What's for dinner?'

Angus looked up at her. 'Uh - not sure. Um-'

'Okay, just let me know if you're getting something. I'm starved.'

She bounced off, happy as Larry, feeling none of the dread or weight of this revelation as she just thought about lunch.

'Go wash,' Angus said, clearly thinking things over. 'You'll feel better. Then... see what she's talking about. If it'sus, then she's clearly not looking to out us. But this text is... vague.'

I looked at it again, and... I guessed he was right. But it was so relevant tousthat it seemed like ithadto be her saying she knew.

'O-okay,' I stammered, standing and holding my pile of clothes to my chest as I took my phone back and stumbled towards the bathroom.

I put my pile of clothes on the floor as I stepped into the hot, steamy bathroom, and locked the door behind me, before sitting on the toilet and looking at my phone again. I read it, and read it, and read it, and decided that I needed to reply. I needed to saysomething.

Like what?is all I sent back, playing dumb.

Then, I put it face-down and jumped in the shower. It didn't take long for me to feel refreshed, washing off the cum and lube and sweat that had built up in one of thecraziestdays of my life so far, and now that I'd replied to the text and was able to think a little bit more, it started to hit me just how mental my life had become.

I'd just had an hours-long threesome.

With a teacher.

And a stranger.

I'd eaten pussy.

Had mine eaten by a woman.

I'd been made to cum by a girl, and had done the same back.

Andlikedit.

Did that make me gay?

I mean, obviously not - Angus still drove me insane, and there was nothing that could compare to that feeling of having him inside me.

But maybe bisexual?

I hadn't explore that side of myself, not really, until today.

I washed myself, my hand briefly touching my pussy, and I could feel how tender I was. I didn't need anythingmore, so it was only to wash, but even so. The fact that I'd been fucked until I was red and swollen was... hot. Really hot. Maybe not right now, but I knew that I would be revisiting this in my headplentyof times in the future.

Hell, I might not even have to too much. Perri made it clear she enjoyed herself. Maybe another round of this was in the future? I started to wonder what else we could get up to, when I heard a buzz.

Bzzz.

I finished conditioning my hair - quickly, not doing the work I'd usually give it - and grabbed one of the towels as I stepped out. I started to dry myself as I stared at the back of my phone, trying to pre-empt what Rebecca had come back with.

My best friend.

Would she hate me? Would she think I was a slut? An idiot?

Would she tell my mum?

Theschool?

Fuck, this could be really bad. Like,reallybad.

I dried my body enough to start to dress, pulling my jumper on before wrapping my hair up in the towel. Then, the skirt came up - I realised I hadn't worn any underwear, which brought a wry smile to my lips - and I had nothing else to distract me.

I flipped my phone over, and saw her name, and a message that refused to allay my fears.

We should meet up, I think. Dara's for lunch?

Dara's was a little pub near her house, which had a great outdoor spot that me and Rebecca had sat in over the summers, just drinking fancy mocktails and soaking in the sun - when we had it. It wasn't quite that time of year anyway, but it was a nice neutral ground for a conversation that I could tell wasnotgoing to be fun.

Still, the idea that she had something to explain to me seemed strange. It wasn't the language that someone used when they were priming themselves for a confrontation. If anything, it seemed like she was going to admit something.

'You okay?' Angus called through the door.

'I- yeah,' I said, slipping my phone into my pocket and opening it. He was dressed now, too, though still unshowered and a little ripe - making him smellamazing. Musky and manly, and probably not fit for anything in public, butgoddid I like it anyway. 'I think I need a lift home. Rebecca wants to meet up.'

'Right,' he said, his eyes a little low. 'I'll drive you back now. I can shower at home.'

'So - no food delivery?' Perri asked down the corridor, now dressed again in form-fitting jeggings and a t-shirt that hung off her nicely. 'Shame.'

'Sorry,' Angus said. Then, he turned to me. 'You alright, though?'

I nodded. 'No idea. I think so. Kind of terrified.'

'Yeah,' he said. Then, after a moment, he surprised me by pulling me into a deep,warmhug. Not sexual or lurid, but simply... romantic. Then he let me go, and I could feel something in the air that made my stomach twist. 'I'll grab my keys.'

Angus

The trip back towards Kayla's house was a lot less eventful than the way over. We sat in relative quiet as we both thought about what was about to happen. The conversation she was about to have, and what it could mean.

But neither of us said it, at least not at first.

When I parked around the corner from her house, however, Kayla leaned over and planted a brazen kiss on my lips, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

'Sorry,' she said, sitting back.

'N-no, never apologise for that,' I laughed back.

'I just mean... if this is all about to go wrong, I'm sorry our last time had someone else, you know? It should just be us.'

I frowned, thinking about what she was saying. 'It won't be the last time,' I told her. 'Whatever happens, we'll make it work.'

'Not if you go to fuckingjail.'

I laughed. 'You're eighteen. Even if we're talking kail-time, I'll get out in a couple years, pick you up, and fuck you senseless in a hotel room somewhere.'

She laughed at that, before looking at me with a more serious look in her eyes. 'Angus. I love you.'

My stomach tightened at that. We'd danced around these words before, in one way or another. But, here, at what could be the end of the relationship - all jokes aside - it seemed impossible not to say it back.

'I love you too, Kayla.'

We kissed again, more tender this time. Her hand on my face, mine on her thigh. Then, it broke, I heard her sniffle a little, and before I had opened my eyes she was opening the door and half-running home.

I drove home, then, in silence, and it wasn't until I was through my own front door that I let myself start to cry.

Which is when I got a phone call. Not from Kayla, but Jack.

Shamefully, I hesitated, not knowing if I could deal with that conversation. There was a reason he'd been away, after all, and the idea of a death in the family right now made my stomach twist.

I pushed that away, however, wiped my face, coughed out to clear my airways, and answered.

'Jack,' I said.

'Afternoon, buddy,' Jack said. 'I, uh- you got a minute?'

'Uh-huh,' I said, walking through my own home, smelling like sex and wiping tears off my face. I hit the kettle on, and listened as he cleared his throat too.

'Okay - uh, so my dad's still with us, but he's...' His voice softened. 'He's on his way out, Angus. And I really,reallyappreciate you giving me the time to be here with him, and he does, too. So, he had planned to put a sum of money to you, in his will. I am the executor of his will, and he's told me a bit about what that means, and... look, long story short, I was supposed to inherit his house, here in Edinburgh,but, I have the pub, and I know that you wanted to get the fuck out of your place eventually. So, I thought I would propose a, you know. Swap.'

I frowned, a little taken aback. 'A swap?'

'Uh-huh - yeah. Look, I don't wanna be crass, but thinking about this stuff is keeping my head straight, but I don't wanna do anything without talking to you, you know? But, yeah, you take the townhouse, and I'll take the money - I won't lie, to be honest, the house is worth more, but, I was thinking about reinvesting it straight into the pub. Making some of those upgrades I've been talking about, you know?'

'I- Jack, I couldn't-'

'Don't get polite on me,' he said. 'Angus, I want this. If you do, all you gotta do is say. It's paid-off, no mortgage or anything. The bills are no worse than anywhere else. It's pretty central, and you'd be doing me the favour of trying to sell it off in a year or so. I'd rather it went to family, who would take care of it, appreciate it. So would dad.'

'If he wants you to have it, you should have it,' I said.

'He doesn't give two shits,' Jack laughed. 'His own words - 'If I'm dying, I'll be fucked if I spend my last days thinking about real estate'. And fair play to him, you know?'

I laughed - that sounded like him. 'Aye, fair play to him. Jack - are you sure about this?'

'Uh-huh,' he said, like it was nothing. 'I just need to know, you know, before he goes. Makes it easier to shift things round, you know?'

'Fuck, man. Yeah, of course.'

'How's the pub, by the way? And that American lass?'

'Perri's nice enough,' I said. 'And the pub is good. Nothing to report.'

'Aye, nice one,' he sighed. 'Okay. I'll let him know the plan, and I'll keep you in the loop, okay mate?'

'Understood, Jack. Send him my love.'

'Aw, fuck off,' he said, and hung up, leaving me laughing as I stood in my kitchen. The kettle boiled off, but I wasn't in the mood for a coffee anymore. I didn't know what I was in the mood for.

So I just left my phone where it was, and went for that shower.

Kayla

When I got home, I was relieved to find the place empty. Mum was still out - probably with her boy-toy Noah - and I had the space to change. Sure, I'd only got dressed a few hours ago, but alothad happened since then that made it feel like I just needed to shift things up. Plus, I didn't think that showing up in a sundress without underwear to meet Rebecca would be a smart move, especially if she was going to accuse me of fucking my teacher.

Which I didn't think she was going to do, but I didn't want to make things worse if shedid.

So, I pulled off the sundress, and found myself some underwear. A simple set of black undies and a bra, over which I pulled a band tee and some jeans. In my sundress's pocket - which was a delightful little feature - I found the plug I'd worn to see Angus, and I spent some time running it under the tap before putting all of those clothes - plus some others - in a clothes wash before hiding the plug in its usual spot under my bed.

I pulled on a jacket that suited the milder weather today, now that the rain had let off, and some boots, and headed out to see Rebecca at Dara's.

It was maybe a ten minute walk, which wasn't far, but it gave me enough time to really think things over. What I might say, what arguments I might have. How I could defend my relationship with Angus.

Would it matter to her that I loved him?

God, I couldn't believe I'd told him that. That he'd said it back. It had seemed, at the same time, so casual and so monumental.

But would Rebecca care? Would she just see me as someone who had been taken in by some older man? A groomer, a pervert? My stomach twisted at the idea of it. Of how our love could be seen as sowrongto people outside of it.

I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, trying to quiet my nerves as I rounded the corner, and saw the small slightly run-down look of the pub-turned-beer garden on the corner. It was a little more modern thanThe Old Dog, but maybe that was because it looked like it had been renovated this side of 2000. There was a fence at the side which hung open, and I walked in and immediately saw Rebecca at a small outdoor table, sitting beneath a parasol that wasn't doing an awful lot, looking down at her phone.

She was the only person out here, as the sun that had been uncharacteristically out today was starting to hide behind clouds, so I pushed the fence shut behind me - just in case, and walked over.

Her head snapped up when she noticed me, and I gave her a nervous smile which she returned.

'Hey,' she said, her typical rambunctiousness and energy completely gone. It was almost eerie, ro be honest.

'Hey,' I echoed, sitting opposite her. No welcoming hug, or bright smile with a torrent of gossip followed. Instead, she just looked at me, like she was having the kind of internal conversation I didn't often see her having. The kindIusually had. 'So,' I said, trying to kick things off. 'You want a drink?'

'Just a coke,' she said, with a bit of relief in her voice. 'Diet. Thanks, Kay.'

I nodded, and went inside to get two diet cokes and by the time I'd paid and returned, she had turned a little more grey and colourless.

'Bec,' I said, passing her the drink. 'What's going on?' I played dumb, figuring that if she was going to accuse me, she would just come out and do it sooner or later.

She let out a long breath. 'Sorry about being, you know, a bit covert over text,' she said. 'I... I think I can't really write down what I want to say. Like, legally.'

The knot in my stomach twisted. 'O-okay?'

She looked down, holding her drink in two hands but not drinking. Just so she had something to hold. To look at, instead of my eyes.

'Two things,' she said, breathing out. 'First, I... I'm... gay.'

Oh.

Right.

Not sure what else to say, I decided to make a stupid joke.

'That's not illegal.'

She smiled, and looked up at me, a glimmer in her eye. 'Shut up.That'sthe easy bit.'

'If you're about to tell me you're in love with me, I don't think I can deal,' I said, still smiling.

Rebecca grinned, too, shaking her head. 'Fuck off. You're not my type. My type is... older.'

Ah- right. So this reallywasn'tabout me and Angus. A part of me was relieved, and the rest of me wanted to know what the fuck was so dramatic she couldn't justsayit.

'Right,' I said, nodding. 'Your text.'

She nodded back. 'I've been seeing someone. Kind of. She's, like, almost thirty. Oh,god, that sounds so bad, doesn't it-'

'No!' I chipped in, maybe a little too eagerly. 'No, you're fine! I mean, I know I like older men, so-'

Rebecca, thankfully, didn't latch onto that, and instead waved her hands about. 'No, but - she works at the school!' The last word came out as a hiss, and all at once I realised that we had been living parallel secrets lives, in the same fucking school.

Suddenly, the fact that I wasn't telling her about Angus felt like a betrayal.

'W-who?' I asked, unsure I wanted the answer.

Rebecca let out a long breath, calming herself the same way I had. 'If I tell you, you cannot tellanyone, you understand?'

I nodded, and reached forwards to take her hands. 'Of course,' I said.

'It's... Hannah. On the front desk, in reception?'

I faltered, pulling up the image in my head. Hannah was the administrator - I could see her in my head, sitting behind the front desk. Dark hair, definitely older but notold, and with a sweet smile. 'She's pretty,' I said eventually.

Rebeca nodded, her eyes welling up as she lowered her head. 'She'sso pretty!'

'So - what happened?' I asked.

And what followed felt like an avalanche of information Rebecca had been wanting to let flow forweeks.

She told me about Hannah, and how they met - outside of work, at the gym of all places. Rebecca wasn't much of a fitness nut, but neither was Hannah, and they were in the same cycling class apparently. They got to talking, and after a few weeks of seeing each other there a few times a week, the conversations got more and more casual. Thetis turned into grabbing a coffee before their classes on a Saturday, or a quick drink after the gym during the week. During all this, she'd been 'discovering' herself and realised she fancied Hannah, but had no idea how to broach the subject, until Hannah asked her on a Friday gym session if she wanted to go for a drink and a bite to eat afterwards. She took Rebecca to a place in Glasgow, they got smashed and Hannah booked them a hotel to spend the night - neither of them thinking straight about it. They spent the night in a one-bed room, and Rebecca said the night is a little hazy, but she remembers kissing. Alotof kissing.

The morning was a little awkward, waking up naked in bed next to a woman who worked at your school, but that was quickly pushed aside when Hannah woke up, slid down Rebecca's body, and ate her to orgasm at ten in the morning three times.

Rebecca was beet-red as she relayed that last bit, but didn't seem able to stop herself.

She told me about the weeks that followed - sneaking into changing rooms at the gym together for a quick feel-up, Hannah spending more money on hotel trips for them both to spend entire evenings fucking until they were red and raw. She introduced Rebecca to a few things - kinkier things that she hadn't really experienced before - and she said she'd slowly fallen for her.

She told me that it was stupid, and that she knew how bad it was, but that she couldn't hide it from me any more.

'Fuck,' I breathed after a while, and Rebecca nodded.

'I know. And now we're going on this trip - the camping thing. She's going, as one of the staff, and she's already saying all this stuff... I can't handle it.'

'Is it too much?' I asked.

'It'ssomuch,' Rebecca said, but then a smile appeared on her face. 'But... I kinda love it. It feels so bad, Kay. Like,goodbad. I really like her, too. It's not just sex. She's funny, and romantic, and she has crap taste in movies - we do this thing where we watch the same movie at home, but go on a video call at the same time. We've done it with, you know,porntoo - which is...fuck, I shouldn't be telling you this, you don't need that. I just need to get it out, you know? I feel like I'm gonna explode.'

I nodded, feeling a well-up inside my own chest as well.

'Yeah, I get it,' I said.

'Kayla,' she said, squeezing my hands. 'You're my best friend. Hannah doesn't know I told you, and I need you to keep it, you know, a secret. If this got out, it could... I mean, I'm eighteen, you know? I can make up my own mind. But she works at the school, and it could get... messy.'

I nodded.

Uh oh.

Oh no.

I was going to say it.