Tears prickled in Karyn's eyes, as she stared, confounded, at Isla and Devon. Standing hand in hand, they'd just dropped a bomb on Karyn's ordered world. Her suddenly ex-fiancé and her supposed best friend had just informed her that they, Isla and Devon, had 'accidentally' fallen in love. What was really odd, Karyn thought, was that it had almost immediately dawned on her that her tears were tears of shock, not tears of sadness. Go figure.
Karyn and Isla, had been best friends--BFFs--since primary school. In high school, Isla had joined Karyn in taking a vow of pre-marital chastity: 'virgins till we wed.' Then, soon after taking those chastity vows, Isla had gotten herself a steady boyfriend, and, in relatively short order, had lost her virginity, or, perhaps more precisely, surrendered up her virginity. Having found the love of her life, she had succumbed, rather quickly, to the boyfriend's incessant, insistent whining, coaxing, and cajoling.
If not initially impressed, the young couple had discovered during their second or third go that they really quite liked sexual intercourse. Isla had told Karyn about it--in turns delighted and nonchalant, as if it was no big deal. Still, she'd been excited to share details with her BFF. "And when you have an orgasm, it's real, real nice; even better," she'd whispered, "than when I get there--by myself--with my fingers--at night." As she had spoken, Isla's hands had crept, one to her breast, one to her crotch, her gaze getting dreamy, staring off for a quiet moment before she'd gathered herself once more. "You know what I mean?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Well, Karyn knew how to masturbate to climax. Isla's description hadn't sounded all that special. Indeed, Karyn remembered thinking, she'd hoped, when she finally experienced it, that it would be much more remarkable that that. The sex that Isla hinted at was always very vanilla--very conservative. Eventually--as with most first, serious relationships--her boyfriend, Brad, had broken up with her. When he left her "for that slut, Penny!" Isla was devastated. To add insult to injury, he had told her that she was just too boring.
Isla had wept for days on Karyn's shoulder. Brad had deserted her, exposing her injured self-esteem, and leaving her to the vultures. Without his love, or her honour, as it were, she was both vulnerable and available. And while Karyn had never brought it up with Isla, she had thought to herself, "So, you broke your vow of chastity--how's that working out for ya?" But Karyn certainly wasn't one to judge. And surely crying over lost virginity was as pointless as crying over spilt milk.
So, here they were, some months later; and the admission of Isla's betrayal came as a shock. Isla had tried to explain herself in an apparent bid to be understood, perhaps forgiven; and once started, her confession flooded out.
"Honestly, I didn't set out to steal your fiancé;" "I didn't mean to ruin your plans;" "I didn't want to hurt you;" "I never intended to take Devon from you. It just happened." Isla was, in fact, overly apologetic.
"Isn't it funny," Karyn thought, in an odd, objective observation as her best bud prattled on, "While she talks about making love, not once, so far, has she mentioned the word sex--not once has she come out and actually admitted to doing the dirty deed--to fucking my fiancé--my ex-fiancé."
Notwithstanding, it occurred to Karyn that Isla's explanation was fast becoming a case of TMI. Still, Isla continued, claiming she felt badly that she had abandoned Karyn--in her stand for virginity.
For Karyn, things started to become a little clearer. A while ago, Isla had been offering gentle encouragement, to convince Karyn to relent, and try sex. Originally, ostensibly, it was so her dear friend would be able to hang onto Devon--soothe his doubts. But later, Karyn figured, it was more to do with Isla wishing to assuage her own guilty conscience--all to no avail.
Although Karyn and Devon had mutually agreed to remain virgins until they wed, Devon had begun to confide in Isla that he was not sure he wanted to wait. Karyn looked up at Devon, while Isla continued, and muttered, "But, you never shared your doubts with me." He couldn't meet her gaze, as she whispered, "I wonder why." Over the background noise of Isla baring her soul, Karyn recalled how she and Devon had, at one point, done some erotic manipulation--she handling his cock and he, her tits. But they'd agreed--mutually, she'd thought--that it was all just a little too tempting.
Soon after that, it would seem, Isla became a friendly shoulder for Devon to unload upon. And, from Isla's rambling account, it wasn't long before Devon and Isla had 'accidentally'--completely unintentionally, you understand--ended up in bed having relations--ie. fucking.
Although, Isla still insisted, even then, that it was making love, not just having sex, she, nonetheless, basically admitted that she had really missed the sexual aspect of having a boyfriend since Brad had dumped her. In any case, when it happened, the two of them, Isla and Devon, most definitely liked it. And, once his cherry had been popped, they both figured there was no point in refraining.
He didn't, of course, tell Karyn he had given up his virginity. Instead, he started an affair with--started regularly making love to--Isla. "Making love," Isla explained--as if Karyn couldn't possibly know, as she hadn't, as yet, had any first-hand experience--"is so much more than just having sex." She went on to describe climaxing as "really nice, a real pleasant part of making love." The errant couple got together, as it turned out, once or twice a week--always on a bed, always in missionary position, and always in the dark. It sounded to Karyn, just a little bit dull--but who was she to say.
And while Isla was explaining all this, Devon just stood there--mute, eyes semi-glazed, holding Isla tight against his side. When she finally stopped--catching her breath, watching Karyn closely, as if waiting for some sort of response, Devon suddenly began to sputter and hem and haw. Karyn, somehow, just knew what was coming; just knew that he was trying to figure out how to diplomatically ask for his ring back. Even as unhappy as she felt--or as she felt she ought to feel--Karyn found his discomfort--his ineptitude--amusing. So, she came to his rescue, numbly removing her diamond and handing it back. Unexpectedly, a pang of longing and loss struck her as she watched him take it. She seemed to have had it such a short time.
Furthermore, it didn't even surprise her when Devon had the audacity--or the idiocy, depending on your point of view--to say, as he and Isla turned to go, "No hard feelings, eh?"
"Well," Karyn thought, pragmatically, "the wedding will need to be canceled--obviously. Not that there has been all that much actual planning done, so far. I mean, geez, we really haven't even set a date, yet."
In retrospect, Karyn was stunned, gobsmacked, even; but not as much as she thought she ought to be. Curious, that! As she watched them disappear out of sight, she realized that, in spite of it all, she expected her friendship with Isla would ultimately survive.
