Things had slowed down after what had been a wild first three days of summer.
I ran into my ex's slutty friend, Marie, at a party and gotten a wild blow job. The next day, we had sex in her hot tub and she set me up with another of my ex's friends, a hot track star named Anne. We had calorie-burning sex at her house the next night.
But for about a week after that, I hadn't heard from either of them and had been enjoying my time relaxing and working as a waiter at a local restaurant. I didn't know when my tour of Carla's girlfriends would continue. But strangely, I wasn't too worried about it.
I would never feel comfortable bringing this up to any of them first. So I decided I'd wait until Marie or another of the girls initiated something.
One day, I was at the grocery store picking up some bread and milk my mom had asked me for. While I was waiting in the check-out line, I noticed someone familiar in front of me. A fairly tall, slender girl with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing jeans and a blue tank top. It was Lauren, Carla's very best friend — and one of the girls who I was supposed to hook up with now.
"Hey Lauren," I said hesitantly. She turned around and stared for a few seconds, clearly not sure how to talk to me now that I was no longer her best friend's boyfriend.
"Oh, uh, hey Stan!" she said, eventually deciding to smile awkwardly. She finished checking out her groceries and waited at the end of the line.
I quickly bought my two items, and went to meet her. "Good to see you!" I said. I was already feeling really awkward. Right when I found out about this crazy arrangement the girls had, I wondered how it would work with Lauren. Her and Carla were so close, and it didn't seem very best friend-y to take advantage of a break up like that.
Lauren also seemed to feel awkward. We walked together out into the parking lot, not saying much except for a few short question-and-answer exchanges about school and how long we were home for.
Finally, we got to her car and she stopped and just came out with it.
"I'm guessing you've heard about our friends' weird thing?"
"Uh, yeah," I chuckled. "Marie told me."
She looked up at the sky and laughed incredulously. "So I guess that's one checked off, huh?" she said. I shrugged, deciding to leave Anne out of it for now. "Listen. I'm sure she said we would all do this with you. But... I don't think I can."
"Oh, that's fine," I said quickly, trying to appear casually. I was a little disappointed, since I'd always thought Lauren was really pretty — which is different from hot, or sexy, which Marie and Anne were. But also, I was a little relieved. I don't see how it wouldn't have been weird.
"Carla's my best friend," she said with a shrug. "I don't even know why we all decided to do this in the first place. It's weird. But it'd be even weirder with you than any of the other guys. Sorry."
"I totally get it," I assured her. "I had sort of been thinking the same thing. I know you a little too well," I smiled, trying as hard as I could to act normal and friendly.
"Good," she seemed relieved. "Honestly, I think Carla's a little weirded out about it. She told me the break-up was for the best, but this is her first time being on the outside of one of these little tours."
"Oh," I said. I didn't know what to say to that. "Well, I guess she participated before and didn't tell me. I don't feel like I need to feel bad for her."
"That's true, I guess," Lauren shrugged. "Well, it was good seeing you, Stan. You're a good guy."
I got the feeling Lauren was sad about the breakup. She hugged me, and — ashamedly — I couldn't help but notice her soft tits press against my chest. I sighed as I walked away, just a little bummed that was the most contact I'd get with her.
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I was at home playing video games alone, thinking about my interaction with Lauren earlier, when my phone rang.
I looked and was surprised to see it was Joe, my old friend from high school. I hadn't talked to him basically this whole year. Suddenly, I realized his twin sister, Christine, was one of the girls left on my tour of Carla's friends. Could this be a coincidence?
"What's up Joe!" I answered.
"Stan, buddy," he said. "What are you doin tonight?"
"No plans, really."
"You wanna come hang out and have some beers on the deck?" he said.
That sounded fun. I also was super curious about whether his sister would be there.
"Absolutely," I said.
He told me to be at his house at 7, and we would make burgers and drink beer. I ran upstairs to shower, put on deodorant, and make myself look good; I wasn't sure if anything was going to happen tonight with Christine — after all, her brother would be there and would definitely not be cool with it. But I wanted to be ready just in case.
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Joe and I had just finished our first beers, and we were reminiscing about good times on some sports teams we had played together on. It had been a lot of fun catching up, and his sister wasn't home, as far as I could tell. I started to relax, enjoying the shit-shooting I was doing with my old buddy.
"So you and Carla broke up, huh?" he said eventually.
I nodded as I took a swig of beer. "Yeah, the long-distance thing didn't work," I shrugged.
