(A sequel to Maybe Porn.)
"Hey you," I greeted Donna as she came through my front door.
"Evelyn," Donna said with a smile as she came up to hug me as I closed the door.
"What's new with you?" I said as Donna followed me into my den. My parents went away this weekend. And I invited Donna to sleep over. I wanted to use this time to tell her that I want us to be all out lovers, exclusive lovers. We both are hot for each other, and we get along so well, it just makes sense. Furthermore, I've shopped around and I know what I want.
"Oh, uh, nothing, I had sex," Donna said as she sat on the other side of the couch so we could easily engage in eye contact.
"I thought you were saving it for me." I was hurt and totally being selfish. But, I really thought she was and just thinking about that started to make me upset; did she not want me anymore?
"Well, I've saved something for you. Butβ¦anyway, it just happened and I want you to try to forgive me, especially since you didn't save yourself for me."
"I just wanted you to be with me so much that I had to look else where when you kept saying no. I mean, think about it, no one wants to be pushed away, especially by the one they want to hold. Who'd you give it up to, it better not be Reagan, I see the way that she looks at you when your running or breathing." My olive skin was beginning to flush around my neck and cheeks.
"God, no, honey calm down. Before I tell you I just want you to forgive me, because I want you as my lover but I don't want us touching anyone but each other. I love you Evelyn and nothing is ever going to change that." Looking into her eyes I knew she meant, I was reassured that she still did.
"Donna," I said as I moved closer to her on the sofa. Before I resumed speaking I made sure our thighs were touching and I was her holding her hands. She's such a patient girl and so soothing in her quiet manner. "I love you too. And I want us to pursue this new avenue together. Now tell me who it was."
"You know, I never thought I could make you jealous," she said with a smile. But I didn't fully appreciate her stalling and squeezed her hand to signal her to continue. She looked away before she spoke, "It was my mother."
I was totally flabbergasted. "You fucked your mom!"
"Well she initiated it."
"Why are you telling me this."
"Because you're my best friend. I tell you everything. It just happened, my mother was asking me about my sexuality and then she and Iβ¦. You forgave me remember?"