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The sharp pain in my head woke me up. My brain felt like there was a six foot spike splitting it right down the center. The pain woke me up, but the dryness of my mouth kept me awake.
My eyes were blurry, overwhelmed by sunlight bombarding them. One blink, no good. Two blinks, no good. Finally I rubbed them, and my surroundings started to come into focus: I was on a couch...in a room with...only three walls?
No, I was outside. Sort of. Outside AND inside. I was...on a balcony. It was a gorgeous morning, aside from the splitting headache, and I shut my eyes trying to remember where I was, and how I got there.
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"Don't you have any like...friends or something who could help you with this?"
I stumbled my way toward Alex's car, carrying one of many cardboard boxes that we jammed into the small vehicle, each one seemingly heavier than the last. She was heading back to college this weekend, and for some reason her mom, my step mother Kelly, thought it would be a good idea not only for me to help her pack, but to accompany her to campus for the night.
Neither one of us was particularly thrilled with the idea.
It's not that I didn't like Alex, we were...perfectly cordial with each other...and I was always happy to help when needed, but the timing was inconvenient.
Timing, and time itself, was the only thing I had on my mind recently. The summer was quickly coming to an end, and soon the people I'd known my whole life would be dispersing into the world for the first time, starting new lives and meeting new people. Pretty soon the longest relationships of my life would ostensibly be over. Pretty soon Tara would be gone.
She was my best friend, and lately we had both discovered that there might be something more than just friendship, and time was quickly running out to determine whether that was true, or whether we were just young.
Time wasn't the only thing standing in the way, however.
Tara and I shared practically everything as friends, and one of the most electric revelations we shared was the discovery that Sandy and Don, my step mom's best friends (and not to mention my ex-girlfriend Steph's parents...), our upstairs neighbors, were secretly kinky swingers with a penchant for filming their exploits. This was quite exciting, so much so that Tara and I both shared explosive orgasms when we viewed one of the tapes, but apparently videos weren't enough for Tara. She wanted to experience it for real, which brings me to the next explosive revelation we shared: that for the last who knows how long, Tara had been joining Sandy and Don in their bedroom. That's right, my ex-girlfriend's parents were fucking my best friend.
My feelings on this were complicated to say the least. I was angry: angry that she didn't tell me right away, angry that she was doing it at all, angry that she might be doing it to get back at me, angry that maybe she didn't consider me at all. I was Jealous: jealous that it wasn't me getting to experience Tara's body, jealous that I might never be what she'd want now. And of course, I was horny: I mean I had seen Tara's body, I had seen Sandy and Don, I knew what they were capable of--let's face it, I had jerked off to a video of them fucking my step mother, you think I DIDN'T want to see what it was like when they fucked Tara?
I thought about it constantly. How they might do it, who would get the most attention. I wondered if Sandy held Tara's hair while Don fed his large cock down her throat, or maybe the two girls sucked him at the same time. I wondered if Tara ate Sandy's pussy while Don fucked her, or vice versa. I wondered if he fucked her in the ass. I wondered if Sandy and Tara waited patiently on their knees, kissing, while Don worked himself to the edge. I wondered if they'd present their bodies to him, heads back, mouths open, while he finished himself all over their faces.
I couldn't stop thinking about it, all the possibilities, to the point that I needed to distract myself by getting lost in the body of another girl, a voluptuous Korean Christian girl named Talia. She was excellent. I got to introduce her to a world of sex, and we had fun, but it quickly ran its course and I was back to square one, realizing that I could sleep with all the women in the world and I'd only just be running from the conversation I knew I needed to have.
Tara and I needed to put all our cards on the table, and we were running out of time to do it.
But there was another variable involved as well: Sarah. She was my next door neighbor and longest crush, but she was also Tara's ex-girlfriend. There was definitely unfinished business between them, and the shared knowledge between her and I about how Tara was spending her nights had me spending more time with Sarah than I ever had in my life. This was something I would have relished a lot more if there wasn't a central issue monopolizing the focus for both of us.
Sarah and I would run together occasionally, but I hadn't seen her since Tara's big revelation. I had been avoiding her, focusing all my time on Talia. After Talia and I went our separate ways, instead of hoping to get the timing right and "accidentally" run into her, I for once in my life took the initiative and did something I'd never done before: I went up to Sarah's house, and knocked on the door.
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"I can't stop thinking about it either," Sarah said as we moved into her living room. I had the details of her bedroom almost memorized from the times I had peeked across into it from my bathroom window, but I had no concept of what the rest of her house might look like. It was...very normal. "Part of me is angry, part of me is insanely turned on..."
"Yeah...it's a strange combination," I said with a slight chuckle. "Where I'm at with it...is that I can't tell her how to live her life--neither of us can--but I know that our time is almost up, and I'd regret it forever if I didn't talk to her about it. About us. And I know you feel the same way, which is why we both need to do it. Together."
She didn't need to respond--Sarah's silence spoke volumes.
"When you say 'talk about us,' I know you don't mean me," she said softly after a moment. "Why would you want me there?"
"I've asked myself the same question, and the truth is...this isn't about you and me. It's about her. I love Tara, and you love Tara, and this is about letting her know that we both love her no matter what she does, no matter who she does it with."
Sarah gave me a warm smile. "You're a good egg, Tim."
I smiled back, mildly embarrassed. Even in my current state I wasn't so distracted that I didn't feel a tingle buzz through me. She was so gorgeous.
"Even so," she said, brushing a lock of red hair off from her eyes, "it is pretty wild, though isn't it?"
"Yes!" I practically burst out. "I mean at the very least, they're literally old enough to be her parents."
"Honestly, that's the least weird thing about it. That part I...get."
"Oh?" I countered, eyebrow cocked. "What makes you say that?"
"I just...get it." She said, a slight blush starting to form on her pale, freckled cheeks.
"Oh really?" I said with a laugh.
"Yeah..." she trailed off, taking a moment to consider whether to continue. "I may have...lost my virginity to an older guy."
"Like...college age older?"
"Like college...professor...age..."
"Oh my," I said, eyebrows practically to the ceiling. "Are we talking newly hired? Or...tenured?"
"Definitely tenured." she nodded emphatically.
"I see..."
"It was my 18th birthday, I was on vacation, he was charming, and I was mad at my parents and wanted to do something naughty."
"And?"
"And it was fucking phenomenal." she said in a burst of nervous laughter. "So I'm just saying I GET it."
"So do I!" I said through my own laughter.
