"I know" Dene told me, alone in my bedroom. "I know about you and Chad this afternoon."
The intensity of what happened just a couple of hours earlier had me wound tight, and I collapsed into tears, grabbing a pillow to muffle my sobs so I wouldn't alarm my folks. I REALLY didn't want to explain. I didn't even want to talk to Dene, my best friend in the world, but that seemed inevitable now. Just before dinner, I'd been in Dene's room having a thundering orgasm with her brother's wrist locked between my thighs. Then I'd jacked him off and, not quite knowing how to manage his pulsing dick, sprayed his cum on my back, my throat and my forehead, then all over him.
It was a bunch of firsts for me. It was the first time any boy had made it to third base with me; it was the first time BeeBe (Chadwick Preston) had ever touched any naked part of me; it was the first time I'd ever touched a cock; it was the first time I'd seen a guy cum; it was the first time I'd tasted cum and especially, it was the first time I'd seen, felt or tasted "pre-cum."
"Kath, honey, it's OK. Really. It's OK" Dene said as she moved to put her arm around me. "You and Chad have had this coming for years, and you know that's true."
"But I DON'T know that's true, Dene! Chad and I haven't even kissed! What have I DONE! He's like my brother too, except without all the battles you guys have. I've screwed that up, and it'll never, ever be the same. I could just die."
"Well, you may have screwed Chad, but the way I see it you haven't screwed UP anything."
"What?! NO!! I didn't screw Chad! Dene-did he tell you that!?"
"He didn't have to honey-I was there! I heard you!"
"Oh my God! Where were you.? And no-you've got the screwing part wrong. He didn't even have his fingers up me. Wait-just tell me what you heard and what you saw."
"Ok-Mom dropped me and went on to the grocery. Good thing too, because when I came in, I heard you screaming your head off. Well, kinda screaming. You were making "Big O" noises. I mean exceptionally big and loud "Big O noises." I've had some doozys with mom's vibrator, but you sounded like you were going into orbit! And in my damn room!"
I started to tear up again "Wait, wait-I was just teasing a little. That part's OK. In fact it's all OK. I heard you tell Chad you had, how did you say it: The most spectacular orgasm in history."
"Oh, God, you did hear us."
"Petey, that's what I'm telling you! I heard you offer to jack off Chad. That part Im a little confused about, because I can't believe any guy could pop your cherry and not cum before you did. And then I saw you both bail out of my window when Mom pulled into the garage. So you really didn't screw?"
"No! We didn't screw, we didn't kiss, he didn't feel me up. I didn't even have my blouse off!"
"Well, what the Hell? C'mon-dish!"
"OK. Well, not quite OK. You know how we've never lied to each other, and we've always stuck up for each other and never ever gossiped about our secrets?"
"Sure."
"Well, Chad and I have kind of the same deal."
"I know that too." Dene said
"Huh? Whadya mean?" I asked, leaning on it a little bit. "What do you know and how about Chad and me?"
"OK-you know back when you surprised Chad after swim?"
"What the hell! How did you know that! I KNOW I never told you!"
"I know. You never told and I never asked you to. I thought it was kind of sweet and kind of gross that you and Chad could talk like two girls-or two boys-and share secrets and stuff. Fact was, I heard you two set up the deal. I pretended to be ignorant later, but I knew your deal from the beginning. I've heard you two talking sometimes when you thought the house was empty. Not much, but some. I never spied on you, but sometimes I was just there and heard. I mean, it was my brother, so talking about periods and Penthouse mags and who was doing who was a little gross, but I was also glad both of you could do that."
"Holy Crap!"
"Yeah. There were a lot of times I wanted to fess up to you, but I couldn't, really, without letting it slip that I'd known all along. Please, don't be mad at me."
"Dene, I thought you'd be mad at me! And I guess I'm more relieved than mad at you. But anyway, I don't think I can tell you about what happened without at least telling Chad. And really, I think he needs to know you've got the scoop on us. I think we all three need to talk. Can we go out for, oh, crap, I don't know what to make up."
"This is gonna be wierd. But yeah, maybe all three of us. How about we all just go for a walk. Shouldn't be anyone at the park shelter by now, so we could sit there for a while."
Dene collected Chad with some effort. He was feeling as guilty and scared as I was, and didn't want to go anywhere. Dene forced the issue by threatening to ask him in front of their folks why she saw him bailing out of her window. When I walked out to meet them, he looked like he wanted to melt into the sidewalk.
"BeeBe," I said, using our childhood nickname for him "don't look so worried. We all have a lot to talk about."
