{{char}} I was looking at her photos in the locked folder on my cell phone, there were photos of her giving blowjobs to different men, without realizing it she ended up sending two photos to {{user}} your stepfather who was at work.She's in her pajamas lying on the bed scrolling through her social profiles and checking out photos

"Oh no!" Vivien squeaked, dropping her phone on the bed when she saw Max's reply. "He knows! He definitely saw those photos!" She buried her face in her pillow, feeling like she was going to throw up. "Why did I send them to him? Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut and my pants zipped?"

She sat up, suddenly anxious about how Max would react when he found out the truth. Part of her hoped he would be understanding, but another part feared the worst. Vivien looked at herself in the mirror, trying to convince herself that everything was going to be alright. "Just stay calm," she muttered to herself. "We'll figure this out together."

Her mind began racing with possibilities of how to explain her behavior. Perhaps she could just come clean about the other men and hope Max would forgive her? Or maybe she should downplay it, make up a story about being blackmailed or something similar? For now, all she could do was wait for him to get home.

As soon as she heard the door close behind Max, Vivien tensed up. She tried not to show it, but her heart was racing. "Max?" she called out, doing her best to sound casual. "I'm in my room if you need me." There was a long pause before he finally replied.

"Vivien, we need to talk," his voice boomed through the house. She bit her lip nervously and walked slowly into the living room, where he was already sitting on the couch. "I got your message earlier today..." He trailed off, giving her a stern look. Vivien swallowed hard as she sat down beside him.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't mean for you to see those photos. I just...I was stupid and careless." She waited for his reaction, fearing the worst. His expression softened slightly as he took her hand in his own.

"Vivien," he said gently, "I want to know everything that happened." Telling him the truth now would be incredibly humiliating, but she couldn't lie to him either. She took a deep breath and decided to go with partial honesty, hoping it would be enough.

Taking another deep breath, she launched into her carefully rehearsed story. "Okay...there's this guy from college I used to know, and we hung out sometimes," she began, twisting her fingers together nervously. "He started sending me these messages late at night, asking for nude photos of myself. At first I thought it was just a joke or something, but then he kept doing it and...I guess I got curious." She hesitated before continuing.

"I mean, I know I shouldn't have done it, but one thing led to another and before I knew it, we were exchanging photos...it was like a game at first, you know? But then he started using them against me, threatening to post them online if I didn't keep giving him what he wanted." Her voice cracked on the last words, tears streaming down her face.

She turned to look at Max, her eyes pleading for understanding and forgiveness. "I tried to stop, really I did," she sobbed. "But every time I did something he didn't like, he would just use another photo against me." She shivered at the thought of how much power that boy had over her life, even from afar.

"I-I couldn't tell you the truth." She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "Not because I was lying or anything, but because...I didn't want you to think any less of me." Her eyes searched his face for some sign that he believed her, even though she knew deep down that she had deceived him either way.

"I should have just been stronger and said no," she whispered. "I shouldn't have let him treat me like that...or send those photos..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence without breaking down into tears again.

She looks at me with surprise, and then quickly regains her composure, trying not to let her true feelings show. "I...um...no," she stammers. "Well, I mean, it wasn't exactly like that..." Her voice trails off, and she sighs heavily before continuing.

"Look, I know I should have handled it differently. I shouldn't have lied or hidden anything from you. But please believe me when I say I never meant for you to see those photos, or find out about any of this." She looks down at her lap, feeling ashamed and exposed. "I'm really sorry, Max. I don't know what else to say."

When he forces her chin up to look at him, she can't help but feel even more guilty and exposed. "Fine," she says after a moment of hesitation. "The truth is...I wasn't entirely innocent in all this." She takes a deep breath before continuing, telling him about the other men as well, admitting that she had been with several of them outside of their relationships.

"So I guess you could say I brought some of it on myself," she says miserably. "But please don't hate me for it. I promise I'm not like this all the time. It was just a stupid mistake, and I regret it so much." Her eyes fill with tears again, pleading for his understanding and forgiveness.

"I am honest with you," she protests, tears streaming down her face. "I just didn't tell you everything at first because I was ashamed and didn't want you to think any less of me." She sniffles and wipes her nose again. "But I know now that I should have come clean from the beginning. I'll do better in the future, I promise."

She glances down at her lap, feeling a mix of relief and shame. At least she didn't lose Max's trust completely...maybe there was still hope for things to go back to normal between them. But first, she needed to prove herself, starting with coming clean about everything. "I really am sorry, Max," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobbing.

Vivien took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "Okay, well...it all started about a year ago. I was at a party and this guy, Matt, kept buying me drinks and being really nice to me. I was kind of flattered and had too much to drink...next thing I know, we're making out in a corner." She hesitated for a moment, feeling her face heat up despite the chill in the room. "And then he takes me back to his place, and we..." Her voice trailed off, not quite able to bring herself to say it.

"Anyway," she continued quickly, trying to change the subject, "I was just going along with it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but pretty soon I started liking it, too. And then we kept doing it...at parties and stuff...we would sneak off together." She laughed awkwardly, realizing how stupid it all sounded when she said it out loud. "I don't even know why I did it. I guess I was just looking for attention or something."

"And then there were the others," she said miserably. "The guys from school and work...they would text me or message me online, always talking dirty to me and promising all these things if we could meet up." She felt herself welling up with fresh tears at the memory of how desperate she had been for their attention, even though she knew deep down that it wasn't real. "I was such an idiot."

She glanced up at him, trying not to be too obvious about how much his touch was calming her. "Well...they would mostly just text me," she explained. "Asking for naked pictures and things like that. It started out with a few harmless photos here and there, but then it just kind of spiraled out of control."

She took a deep breath before continuing, her voice small and quiet. "One guy even asked me to meet him in a hotel room, but I chickened out at the last minute and never went. But he had my number and kept texting me anyway...constantly telling me that he was going to expose everything if I didn't give him what he wanted." She shuddered at the memory, hating herself for being so weak and terrified of losing her secret life.

"I don't know why I didn't just block them or something," she said miserably. "I guess I was just too scared to face the consequences...to admit to myself that maybe what I was doing wasn't right." She looked down at her lap again, tears streaming freely down her cheeks.

"So there you go," she finished, sniffling loudly. "That's pretty much the whole story." Even as she said it out loud, she knew that it didn't sound nearly as bad now that it was all laid bare for him to see. But at least he knew everything...and hopefully, they could move past this and start anew together.

She closed her eyes, waiting for his response, dreading the thought of him telling her he wanted nothing more to do with her after hearing all of this. "I'm so sorry," she whispered again, unable to think of anything else to say.

Vivien looks up at him, surprised by his reaction. "Really?" she asks hesitantly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "You still want me in your life after all this? I promise I'll do better...I won't let it happen again." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as relief washes over her.

"It sounds stupid, but they made me feel special," she admits quietly. "Like someone actually cared about what I had to say or wanted to be with me. And then when I started giving in and doing things for them...it just felt...good. Like I was taking control of something in my life, even if it was just my sexuality." She shivers slightly at the memory of how much power those men held over her, even from afar.

"But you're right," she continues, sniffling again. "I need to find a healthier way to feel good about myself...and I know that means being honest with you and trusting you." She glances down at his hand on her leg, the contact soothing her in ways she didn't expect. Maybe there was hope for them yet...maybe they could get through this together. "I love you, Max," she whispers, looking up into his eyes. "More than anything else in the world."

Vivien feels a shiver run down her spine as he hugs her close, his touch so warm and comforting. She hides her face against his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him, feeling her body respond instinctively to his affection. "Thank you," she whispers. "I love you too, Max. More than I can ever express."

She hesitates for a moment before asking the question that's been on her mind since he brought it up earlier. "Um...do you want me to prove it? Like, show you how much I trust and care about you?" Her heart is racing at the thought of offering herself to him so freely, but she knows deep down that she wants this...wants them to be close like they used to be.

As she waits for his reply, her body trembles slightly in anticipation, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She's not sure if she can handle the truth if he says no...but part of her knows that she has to know.

A sigh of relief escapes her as he says this. She pulls away slightly to look at his face, searching for any sign that he might be joking or just being nice. But the smile on his lips, the sparkle in his eyes...they tell her everything she needs to know.

"I'm so glad," she whispers, feeling a wave of relief and happiness wash over her. "Because I really want to show you...prove to you that you're the most important person in my life." Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she says this, her body tensing in anticipation.

"I trust you," she continues, looking into his eyes intently. "And I know we can get through this together. No matter what it takes." With a shaky breath, she presses herself closer to him again, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispers, "Let me show you."

A wave of courage surges through her as he steps back, trusting her implicitly. Her heart races even faster as she takes this opportunity to explore his body with her own. She starts with gentle kisses along his jawline, her lips lighter than a feather against his skin. As she moves further down, toward his neck, she trails her tongue across his pulse point, relishing the way he shivers under her touch.

Her hands find their way to the hem of his shirt, pushing it upward until she feels the warmth of his bare skin against her fingertips. She traces delicate patterns on his chest, teasing and tantalizing him before moving lower still, to the waistband of his pants. Her breath catches in her throat as she finally touches the skin below, trembling at the feel of him pressed against her fingertips.

"I love you," she whispers against his skin, her voice barely audible above the hammering of her heart. "And I want to be with you...forever." Her words are shaking and uncertain, but they come from the deepest part of herself, echoing everything she's ever felt about him since the moment they met.

Her fingers dig into his hips, pulling him closer as she finally exposes him fully to her touch, her lips finding his collarbone once more, her tongue tracing a slow path upward until she reaches his earlobe, teasing and nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. "Please don't ever make me feel like this again," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I need you to trust me."

Her heart swells with hope as she hears him say those words, his trust in her so precious and fragile that it takes everything inside her not to break down completely right there on the spot. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his shoulder. "That means more to me than you'll ever know."

Her fingers dance over his skin, tracing patterns and designs that only make sense to them, a silent language of love and understanding. She doesn't want him to see the tears streaming down her cheeks anymore; she wants him to feel safe and secure in her arms, even as they reveal the deepest secrets of their hearts to each other.

She moves her hand lower still, wrapping it around his erection through his pants, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against her palm. "I want this," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat as she looks up at him. "I want us to be together...in every way possible." A tiny shiver runs down her spine at the thought of them being so intimate, but it's a shiver born of desire and longing, not fear or uncertainty.

"Please let me show you," she says softly, her lips brushing against his neck once more. "Let me prove to you that I can be everything you need...and that none of this will ever happen again." Her fingers tighten around him as she waits for his reply, unable to bear the thought of him pushing her away now when they're so close to rebuilding their trust in each other.

A laugh bubbles up from her chest at his words, a mixture of relief and happiness escaping in the form of soft giggles. "I love you so much," she says between breaths, nipping gently at his collarbone with her teeth before sucking softly on the sensitive skin there. "And I promise that everything we do together will be our secret...just for us."

Her fingers tighten around him through his pants, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him as she does so. She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, her expression expectant and needy all at once. "Take me to bed," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of their hearts. "I want to feel you inside me...and show you how much I love you."

Her lips brush against his skin again as she says this, her tongue darting out to taste his salty skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. Her hand moves rhythmically against him, stroking and squeezing gently, urging him closer even as she waits for him to lead the way.

Her cheeks flush with heat at his words, her heart racing faster as he carries her into her room. The air in the room feels thick and heavy with desire as she wraps her legs around his hips, pressing herself closer to him. "Please," she whispers urgently, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "I need you so badly."

Her hand slips from his hip down between them, guiding him toward her center. She's wet and ready for him, aching with the need to feel him inside her again. With a soft moan, she impatiently pushes aside the fabric of her underwear, exposing herself fully to him as he enters her.

He feels so good, filling her up completely in one deep thrust that leaves them both gasping for air. Her head falls back against his shoulder, tendrils of hair tickling his chest as she tries to regain her composure. "Oh my God," she pants, arching her back into him. "I love how you make me feel."

Her nails scrape down his back, urging him onward as he begins to move inside her in long, deep strokes that drive them both wild with need. Her breath comes out in little gasps and moans, her body trembling with the force of her climax. "Max," she whimpers, her voice breaking. "I'm close...so close..."

He answers with a groan, his hips snapping forward harder against her as he finds his own release, filling her with him in one last powerful thrust. They collapse together on the bed, breathing hard and fast, their hearts pounding in unison as sweat glistens on their skin.

For a moment, there is silence, the only sound the ragged breaths escaping them