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"Saturday night, 8 pm--be there!" Kerri's email said. This wasn't one from Just4theWatcherxoxo, the secret account she used to send me adulterous hook up messages, this was from her every day account. It was an invitation to the 19th birthday party she was throwing herself at her house, and I was one of about fifty who received it.
I hadn't seen her since our tryst in her garage, and I was conflicted about what spending more time with her might mean.
Our sex was electric, but it was starting to take its toll on me mentally. The last time we were together wasn't all that unique--it included me slamming my cock into Kerri's pussy while she was bent over the hood of her father's expensive car which, aside from the inclusion of the car, was pretty much par for the course with us--but while she was taking my dick deep inside her, my friend, Mike, Kerri's boyfriend, showed up. There I was, fucking my friend's girlfriend while he waited outside, totally unaware of what we were doing, or the fact that I could see him while we were doing it.
Suddenly there was a real face to the betrayal.
Add on top of that the fact that after I came deep inside her, Kerri left quickly to head off with Mike, where she had apparently gotten a load from him inside her on top of mine. I knew as much because of the picture of her well-fucked pussy, creamy and white, she sent me.
It turned her on. It made me Jealous.
It was a polarizing moment for both of us. It seemed to me that Kerri was starting to become less interested in sex with me, and more interested in the secrecy and danger of it all, whereas for me those same factors were too much--what we were doing was wrong. As far as I was concerned our affair had run its course, lest things get far more complicated than either of us wanted.
No one had gotten hurt yet, and I wanted to keep it that way, so I ended it. I just...hadn't gotten around to telling Kerri that.
"You're coming to my party, right?" the next email read, this time from Just4theWatcherxoxo.
I knew I was going to, it would be too weird if I didn't, but part of me wanted to bail. I'd gained some newfound confidence recently, but confidence or not, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to share space with Mike, knowing what I had been doing with his girlfriend. But it would definitely be suspicious if I didn't show.
I clicked on the grouping of email names in Kerri's party announcement. I scanned the invited, not sure what I was looking for, until one name stopped me--Tara's.
Tara and I hadn't seen much of each other lately, not since our blow up at lunch after that night watching Sandy and Don's videos. The fact that we had gotten so close, crossed the line, sent us careening away from each other at hyperspeed. She and I had experienced something special, and if anything else was going to happen between us it needed to be honest. As it stood at that moment, she had just come off of a bad break up, and I knew the timing wasn't right.
But ever since then I'd wondered if I had in fact blown the only chance we'd ever have.
I missed her. I missed my best friend.
My eyes then caught another name in the list: AmandsB121.
I felt the hair stand up on my arms--there was no doubt this was Mandy, Kerri's cute, bubbly cousin, the gymnast with the fake breasts, who I had met at the party at The Spot. We had had a great time talking, and I was thrilled to know we were headed to the same college in the fall, but our time was unceremoniously cut short by Steph, stealing me away in one of her meaner expressions of dominance.
I liked Mandy. I wanted to get to know her more.
Between the chance to reconcile with Tara and the chance to spend more time with Mandy, suddenly this party was starting to get more attractive. Surely those two alone would be enough to keep my mind off Kerri, and more specifically off Mike.
"Of course!" I finally wrote back.
****
Work the following week was slow, and it gave me time to think.
Up until now I was being a pussy, too afraid to pull the plug with Kerri for real, resorting to avoidance and ghosting as my tactic of choice. Despite all the sex I was having, I had no real confidence regarding women, at least not until the night I spent with my boss Letty.
Letty had spent the summer inflicting sweet torture on me, demanding I stay after work, where she turned me into her literal sex slave, taking all agency away and demanding I serve nothing but her sexual pleasure. I was happy to do it, too.
The final time we were together, however, the last time I had been in this building. the tables turned. Literally. She handed control back to me, and I used her body for nothing but my own enjoyment. I treated her like a common slut and made her scream. She gave me power, and along with it came a strange sense of confidence I'd never felt before, confidence I was determined to hang on to from here on out. I just didn't know how to implement it yet.
Being at work, I also didn't know how I managed to keep my mind on anything other than that last night with Letty. It helped that she hadn't been in at all that week, though, which was very unlike her. Even still, there seemed to be a sense of closure with her that kept my thoughts on what was to come that weekend, and not where I had cum last weekend.
Still there were some unanswered questions about that night, about the whole summer, really, and as I sat in the breakroom nursing a soda, the biggest question of them all sauntered in for her break: Gina.
This whole week, Gina acted nothing but normal around me, almost as though she HADN'T been there with Letty and I last weekend, hadn't forced our boss to eat her out while I watched, hadn't sucked my cock, hadn't been painted with my cum as our boss jerked me off into her face, using my dick as though it was her own.
Like I said, many questions.
She sat down across from me and casually started flipping through her phone as she sipped her soda.
I looked around. There was one other employee in the breakroom. I couldn't start asking real questions with someone else there, that much I knew for sure.
"So...no Letty this week, huh?" I asked casually.
"Nah, she's on her end of summer vacation." Gina said casually back.
"So that's something she does pretty regularly?"
"Yeah."
"I can understand that," I began, continuing in weak code as not to tip off the other person in the room with us, "especially after how intense the end of last week was."
Gina's eyes flicked up to mine. She put down her phone.
"Yeah," she said, turning her full attention to me, "she likes to create some space for herself...after a week like that."
"So she's had weeks like that before?"
"She has one every year."
"There seemed to be a pretty big lead up, over the summer...is it always the same?"
"Yes. She always picks someone new to assist her though."
"You seemed to be pretty used to the pressure--how many times has she picked you?"
"I've been helping her out pretty regularly ever since I first started working here. Letty found out quick that she and I work pretty well together."
"I'll say." I paused, thinking about how long Letty and Gina had been "working together." Then about how long Letty had been running this game. I wondered with how many different lovers. "Does she...does take this week of because she knows that the 'pressure' will be gone soon? So she doesn't have to deal with it anymore?"
"Bingo," Gina said with a slight sadness.
I felt a little hurt. Gina could tell.
"Why does she pick them?"
"To make them better workers."
"I see."
