After the scorching hot threesome we had things cooled down in a hurry between Aileen, Kitty and myself. Aileen had many last minute preparations to take care of before moving away for college. Plus she and John were on the phone quite a bit, trying to sort out just where their relationship was heading. So Aileen and I never had a chance to relive our sexual adventure.
Things between Kitty and I were quite awkward afterwards. She became quite shy and withdrawn in my presence. I made a point to talk to her alone on a few occasions, to make sure everything was alright.
"I'm hoping you're not upset with me or anything. I thought you really wanted to do it that time with Aileen," I said.
"No, it's nothing to do with you. In fact, it was amazing. I'd never felt like that before. But it's also a lot to go through and think about all at once..." Kitty replied.
There was probably a lot more to it but Kitty was never the expressive type and I decided to leave her alone. For whatever reason, we just never had that connection. The horny side of me desperately wanted to make that happen. Whenever we were together with friends it was hard... sorry... it was difficult not to get distracted by the shape of her firm rounded breasts beneath her blouse. When her shirts were tight I could almost see the outlines of her puffy areola that I had suckled on that wonderful night. She would sometimes catch me and blush, looking away. Eventually she did find a boyfriend who turned out to be Mr Right. It was pretty apparent from the start as her demeanor instantly changed. She was obviously very happy. I wasn't invited to the wedding but - that's all right.
Aileen was away, and increasingly in love with John. I did the honorable thing and did not bother to try to contact her. John was calling her every chance he got and even started looking into how he could move out east to be near her. His business plans in town were starting to take off, his night classes were no problem for a smart guy like him, and he seemed to still be effortlessly attracting attention from the ladies. He never followed through on any of the opportunities though. He was still madly in pursuit of Aileen.
"The November long weekend is coming up and I've got some time off of work. You're only at school part-time right now. How about we do a road trip and visit Aileen?" John asked. "It'll be a lot of fun. Twenty-something hours worth of driving followed by non-stop college partying! What do you say?"
John was a charismatic guy. Before I could protest he began painting a picture of this perfect weekend filled with music, meeting Aileen's supposedly gorgeous roommate, parties, and all the beer I could drink. And of course he played the "best friend" card as well. Did I want to go because I was feeling guilty about betraying my best friend? Or did I want to go because I wanted to see Aileen again and see if we could recreate those sparks?
Two weeks later there I was, stuck in the passenger side of John's hatchback, listening to his horrible music while I sipped on some stale gas-station coffee. It was almost four in the morning and we were nearing Aileen's campus, the lights of the city drawing us nearer. I felt more nervous as we approached her apartment. How was this going to work? What was I doing here? Does John know what happened? Did Aileen tell him?
We arrived and Aileen greeted John with a big hug and a kiss. I got the same but my kiss was on the cheek. She whispered "welcome back" to me in my ear as she quietly showed us in to the house. The house was small, with two bedrooms upstairs (Aileen and her roommate each had one), a living room and a full bathroom. The kitchen and dining room were combined. Downstairs behind a door was a partially finished basement. There was a living area with a couch and old TV. A narrow hallway had a laundry and bathroom on one side and a spare room on the other side. John and I each had cots in the spare room. It was a cosy setup. We'd be bumping into each other a lot this weekend.
I quickly crashed on my cot and was unconscious as John began unpacking. I heard some conversation but wasn't sure if it was in my dreams or if it was real. I could barely see the outlines of John and Aileen, whispering to each other. Aileen giggled as John drew her close, stroking her arms, wandering to the front of her breasts, eventually bringing her further from the door and towards the makeshift living room area which had an old couch and a broken TV. As Aileen and John kissed and walked I heard her fall back on the couch followed by John. I was so tired, yet so turned on. I tried to get up quietly to take a peek but the creeky old cot got in the way and alerted them to my presence. I turned over and pretended to sleep as the two of them quickly said their good nights. John slipped back into the room, crashed on his cot and was soon snoring. The loudness of his snores combined with my erection made it hard to fall asleep despite my state of exhaustion.
I got up around noon, leaving John snoring on his cot. I sleepily scampered up the steps and saw a beautiful young lady cooking an omelette over the stove. She looked to be Asian although I couldn't really decide if she was Filipino or Thai. I later learned that she was half Chinese, half Filipino.
I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Karl but my friends call me K.C"
