For the next couple of weeks, I would keep asking for more details about her boat experience and what other things happened. She didn't really provide anything new, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
After all the years I've known Cindy, after all her avoidance of any major public displays of affection, after countless times of hearing her criticize Cassie's choice of sexy outfits, I had a new vision of my fiancée getting fucked out in the open while guys looked on. It was surreal.
I was waiting for Cindy to mention anything about her phone call with Steve, but she never said a word. I finally couldn't keep it inside any longer and by the following weekend I caved and asked her if she thought about Steve.
"Yes," was her simple answer. I couldn't believe she was going to make me pull it out of her.
"Did you like the phone call," I asked.
She avoided eye contact. "Yeah. It was crazy. I don't even know what got into me. Are you mad?"
"Hell no! I'm pretty sure I was the one who took you to your room to get his number," I quickly replied.
She laughed. "I guess it's your fault, then."
"Are you going to call him again?" I asked.
"Not a chance," she snapped with a scowl on her face.
"Why? I thought you liked it," was all I could think to say. I wanted more. At least I thought I did. It turned my stomach into knots thinking she would say yes but that is exactly what I was hoping for.
"Yes and no. It was kinda hot, but I remembered how I felt with him. He loved controlling me and I let him. I was scared of the person I was becoming with him. It wasn't me." she answered.
"Why did you stay with him so long then?"
"I don't know. Like I said, it was a toxic chemistry," she said as she looked back up at me.
I didn't know for sure if she was scared of what she thought she was becoming with him or scared that she liked what she was becoming.
I dropped it and didn't bring it up again.
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A month later I was hanging out at Cindy's parents' house watching TV when Cassie came home. She had been learning to ride motorcycle with Steve. As soon as Cassie mentioned Steve's name, Cindy took notice. She became attentive to every word Cassie said.
She met up with him every other week, so the lessons were taking forever. I think this was part of his plan.
"I think I almost got it," Cassie said excitedly. "He thinks I'll be ready to ride on my own soon."
Cindy looked puzzled. "How are you learning if you aren't riding alone?"
"We ride together. He sits behind me, and we go around his neighborhood. No traffic so it's safe," Cassie answered.
I know the wheels were going at full speed in Cindy's brain. Sitting behind her? His neighborhood? All the things that ran through my mind.
They kept talking and I really didn't want to get all riled-up thinking about Steve, so I took the opportunity to go to Blockbuster and pick up a movie.
When I came back, Cassie was taking a shower and Cindy was popping some popcorn. We sat and popped in the DVD.
"Cassie knows I spoke with Steve," Cindy said in the most nonchalant voice.
My heart skipped a beat. "What? How?"
She took a deep breath and explained.
"He told her. He was asking about me and they got into a conversation about why I dumped him. I don't think he liked her saying 'dumped' and he started to bring up how he was too much for me to handle. Then he asked if I was going to return his calls and she asked what he meant. He told her how I called him and how I obviously was still thinking about him. She didn't believe him so he told her to ask me ... and she did."
"What did you say?" I asked.
"All I said was that after seeing him at her party I was just curious and made a bad impulsive decision to call him."
"Did you tell her about me?" I asked nervously.
"No, no. I just said it was an impulse thing. He told her he is still waiting for another call."
My mind was getting worked up again. I thought it was all over with but hearing all of this was getting me hard. Nope! I wasn't going to say anything.
"I asked Cassie if he was hitting on her, and she shrugged her shoulders. She said he mostly flirts but hasn't done anything. I think she likes him, and she disagrees."
Nope, I wasn't getting wrapped up in this again.
"Are you ok?" I asked placing my hand on her knee.
"Oh yeah. Just weird having that conversation with my little sister."
We watched the movie and left it at that.
Things started to change after their conversation, but I didn't realize it until a few weeks later.
Apparently, Steve would talk to Cassie at night, and she would hand the phone to Cindy when they were done talking. The first couple of times, Cindy was caught off guard not realizing it was Steve. She would try to end the conversation quickly and even hung up a couple of times.
Then Steve would tell Cassie to stay with Cindy when she handed the phone. He told Cindy that if she hung up, he would only call again and tell Cassie about some of their adventures. Blackmail is a powerful tool when you are protecting someone else.
After that watershed moment when Cassie found out about Cindy's call, Cassie was asking him a lot of questions. She wanted to know what he meant by 'I was too much for Cindy to handle.'
Cassie is a bit more of a wild child, but she is also a little more naïve and was curious. She only had one boyfriend and, like both of her sisters, was waiting for marriage to have sex. I still didn't think Cassie knew Cindy lost her virginity to Steve.
I found out about all this one night when we were alone at her parent's house fooling around. She asked me if 'talking about Steve' really turned me on.
"Yes. You know it does," I answered.
"Why? Even the thought of another girl flirting with you makes me see red. How does this not get you so mad?
"I don't know. I just know I get off picturing you with another guy," I tried to explain.
"But isn't that cheating? Me having an orgasm while talking to Steve ... isn't it?
"I don't think so," I answered. "You aren't doing it behind my back. We are sharing the experience together AND I am ok with it. As long as you don't keep secrets, I'm ok."
"I have something to tell you that I didn't tell you before. I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to get mad," she said with tears in her eyes.
I was getting really worried now because I had no idea what was coming.
"Steve and I have been talking." She looked straight down.
"What do you mean? When?" I asked.
She told me about their conversations and although it wasn't like they were having phone sex, it was something she kept from me. The weird part, even knowing she had kept this secret was exciting.
I was so confused with my own contradictions. I told her I didn't want any secrets and here I was aroused by them.
"I didn't want to say anything because I really thought I could just get rid of him, but he kept calling. Now I don't know what to do!"
I could hear genuine concern in her voice. Was it about thinking I would getting mad or not knowing how to avoid Steve ... I didn't know.
"It's ok. We'll figure this out," I whispered as I tried to calm her down.
"Will you ever forgive me?" she asked.
