Hi. My nameâs Katie, and Iâm in a very âinterestingâ relationship right now. Well, itâs not really that Iâm in a relationship at all; itâs more like my life is screwed up. You see, I once went out with this guy, his nameâs Erik, but we had to break up. And now heâs going out with this other girl, Cassie, who I absolutely hate. Well, actually, I donât hate her at all. Sheâs really pretty nice. Iâm just jealous of her. I swear, if you were to hang a bucket from me, I would be dripping jealousy every single moment I saw them together. The fact that I couldnât have him was irritating to me. Itâs not that I thought that I should get everything I wanted...itâs just that when I had him, my parents didnât want me going out with him. And when he had a girl, they wished that I was going out with him. Will someone please explain the logic to me?
I didnât have him as a boyfriend, but I was sort of getting what I wanted. Our relationship had started 2 years before when we had had a little âfunâ on Halloween. Our relationship continued to progress, even as he went out with Cassie. Heâd been going out with her for a little more than a month when âitâ first happened. I don't really know how it happened, it just kind of...happened. Heâd come over to my house and things had turned sexual...and of course, we were interrupted. We were in the middle of a bj when his mom came over to my house and told him that he had to come home. Damn. Despite setbacks like that, we continued to fool around and he continued to cheat on his girlfriend.
It was about a month or so since the last time weâd fooled around and it was nearing Erikâs birthday. My friends were urging me to do something special for him. His birthday was four days after Valentines Day, so a surprise party was suggested. I couldnât do it at my house âcause that would have been too obvious. I couldnât do it at a lot of my friendâs houses for the simple reason that they didnât know about this little love affair that was going on. Actually, only one person knew. That was my friend Steph. As it turned out, Stephâs dad and his fiancĂ© would be on their honeymoon on the 18th, meaning that Steph had the house all to herself. She could have friends over...and she could casually disappear once things got interesting. Erik was friends with her...sort of. They knew each other to some extent. I ended up having her arrange for Erik to come over to her house for god-knows-what on the night of his birthday. I have no clue what she said in order to get him over there. All I know was that she had convinced him to come over and she acted like she had no clue that it was his birthday. Yeah, right.
Well, anyway, the night of his birthday arrived. It was a Tuesday night and Iâd canceled my piano lessons so that I could get to Stephâs house extra early. By 7 p.m. weâd spruced up her house with balloons and banners announcing âHappy Birthday Erik!â Itâd be an interesting night, to say the least. Steph had informed Erik that the house might be dark if we were watching TV, but he should still ring the doorbell and weâd come get him. He arrived at around 7:30. The whole house was dark; not a single light was on. However, that wasnât because we wanted to surprise him -- a surprise snowstorm had knocked out the power for the whole town. When the doorbell rang, Steph and I ran to get it, trying not to trip over anything on our way there. We let him in, surprised the hell out of him with the birthday stuff, and led him downstairs. It proved to be quite a feat to do that with the lights off, but we managed. Erik and I positioned ourselves on a couch down there so we could talk. The phones were still working and Steph wanted to call her parents and tell them that Erik and I had gotten there safely, despite the snowstorm. At least thatâs what she told Erik. I didnât believe her. It didnât seem like her to care whether or not they knew. It DID seem a whole lot like her to leave Erik and I alone to have some fun.
Steph went upstairs to make the call, leaving Erik and I downstairs with nothing to do. At least nothing to do that was morally right. But oh well. Roman Catholics and Lutherans and practically every other religion teach the believers to wait until marriage to do anything vaguely sexual. Well, Iâd already broken that part of the moral code, so why not break the part that says that you shouldnât fool around with other peopleâs boyfriends?
Since we didnât really have much more to do, we started to talk. Jumping right into something sexual would have been a little too much, even for me.
âSo howâs your life?â I have GOT to stop saying that.
âItâs ok.â
âThatâs good.â
âWere you surprised that we remembered your birthday?â
âYeah, most of my friends forgot and you didnât say anything earlier, so...â
âWell, I didnât forget.â
âI see that. It surprised me.â
âAnd what Iâm gonna do next is probably gonna surprise you even more...â
âReally now...whatâs th--â he never got to finish the sentence as I leaned over and kissed him. I couldnât speak for him, but I had been horny all night. Before Erik arrived and before the power failed, Steph and I had been looking at and reading porn. We werenât planning on relieving our âtensionâ together, so we both just sat there and read/looked and got nice and âworked up.â
Erik immediately responded to my kissing by kissing back with a passion all his own. We both jumped apart when we heard someone coming down the stairs. I played along, letting Erik think that I didnât want Steph to catch us.
âHey, guys...Iâm gonna turn on some music and stuff.â
âThe powerâs out...â
âYeah, and thatâs what batteries are for...and Iâm gonna call Bobby since I have nothing to do. Katie, can you give me his number?â Bobby was a guy that Iâd met online a few weeks ago. He went to the local community college and Steph, Lisa, and I had gone to Borders to meet him. He was an ok guy who worked as a bouncer in a strip club. My parents would have died if I even thought about going out with him. But Stephâs parents didnât really care what she did, so....
âItâs 473-7446...â
âAre you sure? Most of the numbers in this area donât start with 473...â
âNot the CELL phone numbers...â
âOh yeah. Anyway, Iâm gonna go call him,â she said as she winked to me.
Before she left us alone in the basement, she turned on her stereo. I had almost expected her to turn on the radio, but she put in a Madonna CD. When the music started, I had no problem recognizing the song as âErotica.â I knew that one of her stereo buttons was broken, which caused the stereo to repeat the same some over and over. To change the song, youâd have to get up and manually push the ânextâ button. I planned on being too occupied later that night to change the song -- so weâd be listening to âEroticaâ all night.
To say that what Steph was trying to do was obvious would have been putting it kindly.
âNow where were we?â I asked as I leaned in for another kiss.
âHow about doing exactly what the song says?â That made us both jump and look over to the stairs, âJeez! Canât you even wait until I get the phone to start the phone call?â
The song echoed in the background, âErotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body...â
Her only cordless phone was in the basement, and it made sense that she would want to use it. Steph quickly retrieved the phone and went back upstairs.
âGreat,â Erik sat back, clearly worried that Steph would rat on us.
âDonât worry about it. She could care less what goes on, you know that. AND sheâs a hell of a lot better at keeping secrets than Lisa is...â My friend Lisa had a tendency to tell the whole school every detail about my love life, while Steph usually kept her mouth shut.
âYeah, I guess...â
âAnd like they say, if you know youâre gonna get screwed for something that youâre doing, at least enjoy it while it lasts...â
âSure...â he didnât sound very sure.
Steph had made it back upstairs and we could hear her talking to Bobby on the phone. In all actuality, Bobby liked me, not Steph --- but whatever would keep her out of my way worked fine with me.
Since she was finally gone, I got up from where I was sitting on the couch and straddled Erikâs body. I lightly planted a kiss on his lips and pulled back. He looked gorgeous that night. By that point, our eyes had become adjusted to the dark and I could see a look of desire shining in his deep brown eyes. His gaze had heat in it. Nothing magical, just the heat that any guy could put into his eyes. That look that said they were wondering what you looked like naked, and if youâd give a good bj. Crude, but accurate. Of course, Erik already knew the answer to those two âquestions.â
I leaned forward and kissed him again. I could feel his already-hard cock pressing into my pussy through the fabric of our clothes. I had specifically worn clothes that were thin enough that I would be able to feel him through them. They were made of nylon or some material like that. The pants and shirt were black with gray stripes on the sleeves and down the sides of the legs. It was comfy. And it was VERY easy to get in and out of. Thatâs always a plus.
As I kissed him, I ground my pelvis against his, causing him to moan into our kiss.
âIsnât this cheating?â
âYeah, so?â
With that, I continued to kiss him and we both tried to lie down next to each other on the couch. The couch wasnât really big enough for the both of us next to each other, so we had to scrunch a little to fit. I knew my neck would kill me the next morning, but right then I didnât care.
We resumed making out. Our tongues entwined and I felt Erikâs hand move to the front of my pants. He slipped his hand inside and under my thong and started to stroke my pussy. He had jeans on, like always. After struggling with his jeans for a minute while he sat there and laughed, I finally got the button and zipper undone. I reached my hand under his briefs and lightly started to stroke his cock. It was right then that Erik plunged one of his long fingers deep in my pussy. He pumped those fingers in and out of my pussy as I continued to stroke his cock.