Fair Coin

Heads or Tails. The probability of hitting either of the 2 in an ideal world is equal. But this isn't an ideal world. In fact, it is far from ideal. There are times where you wish those are the solutions. But more often than so, there simply isn't an answer.

And so is this case.

“I'm afraid there isn't a cure for this.”

Your palm tightens around hers.

“The only possible treatment options are therapy, or stress management methods through the use of prescriptions or self administered stress reduction techniques.”

You feel trembling in your hands, but it isn't yours. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but we all have to start with diagnosis some day right?

“Now Miss Yuri, the good news is, the degree of your split personality, otherwise medically termed as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), is not that serious yet, and with proper management, there won't be an issue of it worsening. Besides, you have someone right by your side, supporting you, and that's all that matters.”

The doctor is met with silence as he attempts to reassure and suppress Yuri’s growing anxiety. Finishing up his consultation, he directs both of you out of his consulting room to wait for Yuri’s prescribed pills.

“Sorry Sir, please stay with me for a moment. I’ll need to speak to you privately.” The doctor calls out to me before we leave. Motioning Yuri to the prescription room after assuring her you’ll be fine, you closed the door behind her as you turned to face the doctor.

“Now, the only thing I can say to you right now is that I hope that regardless of how your girlfriend acts, try your best to accomodate, to assure, and to satisfy. However, I do have to warn you. Please be level headed. If it gets too dangerous, you bail. Always put her first, but also put yourself first.”

The ride back home is silent. You play her favourite songs to try and cheer her up, but she just curls her legs up to her chest, arms wrapping around her shins. Body tilted to the side, she leans her head on the side window as she stares out into the rain, millions of thoughts running through her mind.

“Hey baby, are you sure you want to quit your job? Even though… ahem - he has been arrested?” You murmur as you pull into the garage.

You cut the engine and turn around to face her. Her eyes are moist, and you grab her hands. Rubbing your thumb against the back of her hand, she lets out a heartbreaking sob.

“I-I don't know…”

A silent pause engulfs the morbid atmosphere as Yuri breaks down and continues crying.

You wished that you found out about the workplace abuse earlier.

You wished that you spent more time with her.

And you wished that you communicated more with her.

But what's done is done.

And then you remembered something in your pocket.

“Hey! Look at this.” Your hand goes deep into the pocket as you dig out a box with an autumn leaf symbol on it. Flipping it open, you fish out a shiny coin, a custom made coin with Yuri’s lovely facial features engraved on it. Just for her.

“I planned to give this to you on your birthday in October, but I figured that I should give it to you now.” You rest the coin on your knuckles and begin performing tricks with it. Magic. Bullshit. Whatever. Anything is needed right now to help her.

Anything.

“This… is a fair coin. However, I have used my almighty powers to bless it and it will always land on the side that shows your beautiful face. I’m going to give it to you, so I hope that you can use it to make hard decisions whenever you find difficulty.” You turned her hand around and placed the coin into her trembling palm. “So use it as a method to justify any decision you want to make. And I hope… you won't ever forget that I will always love you.”

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“H-hey, I'm sorry for what I did to you earlier… you know, s-seducing you in-into having…sex… with me. Th-that wasn’t me ME… It was me SHE, or HER or whatever...” Yuri looks down and grips the coin tight as she splurts out words of regret.

“I know babe… I know. Don't worry about it. Besides, I didn't hate it.” Cupping her hands, you reassure her. “C'mon. Let's get back in, I'm starving.”

“You’re going to be my fucking toy~” A searing pain spreads like a wave across your cheek as she mounts you.

“B-babe! What's going on with you!” Panic floods your chest as you struggle to make sense of the situation.

There was no warning. It was as if a switch had just flipped.

Dinner was already prepared and you were about to invite her out of the room, but Yuri dragged you in and pushed you onto her bed. The next thing you know, you're given a slap across your face.

“Oh shut up! You're fucking noisy.” Yuri grumbles as she lifts up her two legs, sliding her panties off.

Pink, cute. Wait, what are you thinking? Wasn't there the promise between both of you that there would be no premarital sex?

You respect and love Yuri to death, which is why you always only get yourself off in the bathroom. No sex. But nevertheless, you are always attracted to her. So gorgeous, so cute, so lovable.

And your body doesn't deny her either.

As your dick grows, the tent building in your jeans makes contact with her ass. Feeling your erection, Yuri smirks and grabs your shirt by the chest with both hands.

“Yuri-ah, wh-” Your attempt to seek clarification is cut short as Yuri slightly pulls your upper body towards her, and she leans down to smash her lips against yours.

Electric currents surge through your mind as she crashes her plump lips on yours. Your eyes go blank as you reciprocate and hook your tongue onto hers through the oral connection between your lips. Fighting for dominance, each twirl around hers spread the delicacy of her saliva around your taste buds.

Heavenly. Your body thirsts and it intensifies its greed for more.

You're so immersed in plunging your tongue through her plump lips that you didn't even realise that she has ripped your shirt apart, exposing your chest.

Pressing down on your chest, she disconnects her mouth from yours, breaking the kiss apart. Although, a thick strand of your mixed oral fluids bridges the gap formed between the disconnection.

You groan at her absence from your mouth, but she curses at you. “Gosh you're so god damn fucking noisy!” Balling her pink panties, she pushes her fingers into your mouth, prying it open and stuffing the makeshift gag in.

Her musky scent floods your nostrils as you gulp a deep breath through the sex filter embedded in your mouth.

Doggying backwards, she fumbles with and loosens your belt. Grabbing the sides of your jeans she drags it down. Although, she doesn't completely remove your pants and keeps it right between your knees. You don't know if it is intentional or not, but your legs are restrained, unable to open too wide, and unable to close because Yuri’s anchored between them.

Palming your erection through your boxers, she sultrily licks your covered tip. The sensation is dull, but your cock twitches welcomingly.

You're already leaking in anticipation. Years of jerking alone in the bathroom has finally led to this. You don't know what switched in your girlfriend's mind, but your mind shrugs it out of existence. It should have been a problem that you would worry about, but you didn't. Gone was the gentle, shy and caring Yuri, now replaced with a fierce, domineering and lust filled brat.

Yanking the final obstacle down, your already hard cock springs up and smacks Yuri’s chin.

“Fucking dick! How dare you slap me!” She grabs your dick by the base and delivers a hard smack to its tip.