He could have just told her the truth at some time during the day. Oliver would never keep a secret from his girlfriend, but with this one in particular, it would definitely change the way she looked at him. And worse, she would never want to see him again. Oliver didn't want to lose her. Laura had been his girlfriend since the first day of twelfth grade. They stayed together even with the few troubled times that they experienced in their relationship. But Oliver's secret lasted a little longer. No one else knew about it. He never revealed the truth to his friends, family, and teachers. And as a result, his mixed feelings toward his main objective stayed the same.
On this calm and cool Friday afternoon, the last bell rang and everyone couldn't wait to leave the campus. Oliver decided to stay, however. The eighteen-year-old student sent Laura a single text message, telling her to meet him at the front entrance of the high school. When he saw her, she had a big smile on her face. She gave him a kiss and asked what he wanted. Oliver tried to keep his composure. He stood straight and cleared his throat. But he had trouble telling her the truth. He almost stumbled when he said a few words. Laura started to look a little confused. Oliver immediately gave up and told her that he simply forgot what he wanted to say.
Fortunately, Laura laughed it off and thought nothing of it. She told him that she would be spending the rest of the afternoon with her older sister. The two of them said their goodbyes and separated. Oliver watched her join and disappear in the nonstop horde of students leaving the campus. Oliver sighed. He still didn't feel right. He knew that he would be honest with her, but he didn't know if she would truly understand why he had such a fascination. He clenched his fist. He felt so frustrated. He only wished that everyone he knew would at least tolerate his fixations toward the same sex.
He left the campus and began to walk home. He had to calm himself after such a silent but tiresome quarrel with his current mental state. He decided to play some rock music on his smartphone. But before he could even plug in his headphones, his smartphone started to vibrate. He had just received a text message. He looked to see that it was from Laura's own mother. Oliver had been introduced to Simone a few months ago. The forty-two-year-old woman had just become the mayor of West Covina last year. She seemed nice and intellectual overall. She had grown to admire him as much as Laura did. Now, Oliver began to wonder what she wanted. Even if it had nothing to do with certain activities in West Covina, or anywhere else in Southern California, he still wanted to know.
He read the text message. Simone wanted to see her at her house right away. Oliver asked her about it. But her next text message only provided some basic information. She just wanted to see him at her house so they could have a very important meeting. She didn't specify anything about it. Now, Oliver had grown curious. He already knew where both mother and daughter lived. He had visited the house several times. He decided not to go straight home and changed directions. It would only be a fifteen-minute walk, so he didn't have to hurry. He had already forgotten the blunder with his girlfriend.
As soon as he reached the two-story house, situated in the middle of an affluent neighborhood, he rang the doorbell and waited for Simone to open the front door. The brief silence that followed made him feel a little anxious. He could only think of what she had to say to him. The front door opened, and he smiled at the mayor. Simone was a beautiful woman. She had the look of a queen with a divine right to rule, who had big plans for her territory in the near-future. Her professional outfit, most appropriate for her workplace, suited her very well.
Oliver asked, "So why am I here?"
Simone smiled. "Step inside and you'll see."
She let him in. He followed her in the living room. The curtains remained closed with the lamps left on.
Oliver sat on the couch. The closed curtains seemed like a questionable choice. It made him feel like Simone was about to tell him a deep dark secret.
She sat down beside him. "Do you know why you're here?"
Oliver shrugged his shoulders. "I really have no idea. You just told me to come here."
"And it's a good thing I did."
"What do you want to talk about?"
Simone's smile never left her face. "I want you to tell me the truth."
Oliver began to feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't want to believe that she would discover the truth about his secret obsession all this time.
And yet, she asked, "Do you remember the last time you visited?"
"Yeah, three days ago. Don't worry. Laura and I didn't do anything dirty, if that's what you're worried about."
Simone chuckled. "Oh, that's not what I'm thinking about. You see, I'm thinking about the time you went into my room and took something out of my nightstand when Laura went to get something from the store."
Oliver's eyes widened. His entire body began to shiver.
Simone must have struck a chord, because she continued on. "I saw everything. You thought you would get away with it, but I saw you. I came home early and saw you in my room using that dildo. I saw you putting that thing in your mouth and enjoying it. I didn't say anything. I just let you have your fun."
"But...how did you keep quiet?"
"You kept the door partially open. I hid behind it and watched as you take it all in. I have to admit, you looked like an expert when putting that plastic cock in your mouth."
Oliver felt so ashamed. He tried hard not to panic as he said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."
Simone drew closer. "Oh, be honest with me. You did it because you wanted it to happen in real life. You want some cock, don't you?"
Oliver closed his eyes for a moment. "Yes...yes, I do."
Simone began to caress his blond hair with her gentle fingers. "You're the kind of person that can't wait to have a cock down your throat. Or better, up your ass."
Oliver sighed. "Please don't tell me that Laura knows about this, too."
