Authors note: My apologies to rj228212, but you shouldn't have let such interesting characters dangling. I hope you approve of my version. If your out there Brittany and you like this, then its dedicated to you.
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Chris wandered into the darkened dinning room and sat at the table, his head in hands, he was lost, he had to make this right with Laura; but how?
Laura put on her sweater, but where were her jeans; Shit, they were out by the hot tub, and she really didn't want to face Chris right now, she just wanted to get away. Anywhere as long as it wasn't here; no....., home....., she wanted to go home. Gathering all her courage she opened the bathroom door and almost collided with Simon who had come down the stairs wearing only his jeans: "What the hell is going on down here?"
"I want to go home" Laura croaked.
"Where's Chris?" Simon yawned.
"I need to go home NOW!" Laura demanded.
Simon had known Laura for some time but he had never seen this Laura.
At that moment Becky came in from the deck carrying Laura's jeans. She handed them to Laura as a peace offering. Laura snatched the jeans from Becky without even acknowledging her; stepped into them and pulled them up. She fixed her glare on Simon and barked, "Either you drive me home now or I driving myself home!"
"OK, Ok just give me a minute to get a jacket and some shoes" Simon replied slipping into a pair of docksiders and grabbing his jacket from the closet. Laura was already headed out the door leading to the garage when Becky haltingly said "I'll go with ..."
"No" Laura shot back, cutting Becky off in mid-sentence, never slowing down as she headed for the car. Simon hurried after her, shooting a perplexed glance at Becky.
Chris heard the garage door open and the Maserati pull out. He came running into the hallway leading to the garage and found Becky still standing there looking at the open door.
"Who was that? " Chris demanded.
"Simon is driving Laura home" Becky said flatly still in shock at the anger in Laura's voice.
"Damn it; I've got to talk to her" Chris was frustrated; realizing that all the cars were gone. "Who lives in a house like this and doesn't have an extra fucking car" Simon's parents had taken both cars to the airport and Abby had Simon's car just letting the Maserati. He would have to wait for Simon to get back. Chris stalked out of the hallway leaving Becky still standing and staring at the open door.
Simon maneuvered the Maserati along the dark winding roads and after an extended silence: "Laura, what is going on?"
Laura in a halting voice answered,"I'm sorry, I yelled at you, I just ... just need to get home ...please." For the rest of the trip there was an uncomfortable silence between them.
Chris had found his way back to the den and flopped down on the couch. The couch that less than a half hour ago he had been sharing with Laura. He could still smell the jasmine.
His mind wandered until he heard Professor Holland saying "Actions and Consequences." That was the theme of that stupid medical ethics coarse all med students are now required to take. Boy, that sure seemed to sum up the last few hours of this day! How could he have been so stupid, those few minutes with Becky may have cost him Laura. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his hands.
Simon pulled into the driveway and Laura was relieved to see that the house was dark. Lisa and her dad had obviously already gone to bed. She hurried out of the car and into the house without uttering a word to Simon. As the car door slammed "Your welcome,... God,..... Women!!" Simon muttered.
"Can I talk to you?" Becky was standing in the doorway of the den.
Chris didn't move, didn't look up: "Look, Becky, there's nothing left to say. I really don't blame you. I fucked up. I could have stopped you; but, I didn't and that's it. So, please no more talking, I'm just worn out...." His voice trailing off.
She'd known him almost as long as Laura and never seen him like this; even after Shannon. She had to do something. Her two best friends were hurting and she had been partly responsible; but for now, she honored his request and sat silently in the overstuffed chair across from him.
Simon was tired and his head hurt. Pulling into the garage; the headlights illuminated Chris and Becky. They'd heard the car and come straight to the garage.
"Slide over I'm Driving!" Chris ordered.
"The Hell You Are!!!" Simon shot back. He was tired of being bossed around; especially with no explanations. What had started as a simple evening had turned into a really bad "Lifetime" movie. Simon rubbed at his throbbing head and shifted his gaze between Chris and Becky.
"Someone is going to tell me what the FUCK is going on ..... or this car's not moving!!!"
Chris was startled by Simon's outburst. Simon was always so laid back; or, as Becky put it, numb.
"Please Simon, I've got to get to Laura now."
This was new for Simon in all the years he'd known Chris he had never seen him this shaken. Chris had always been the alpha dog of their friendship, confident and self assured. To be perfectly honest, Simon had always felt a slight tinge of envy toward Chris, yes, Simon had money, but people always seemed to gravitate toward Chris.
This was part of why Simon had taken the "timeout" from Becky. He had fallen hard for her and his insecurities had conspired to make him feel vulnerable. In every relationship, he was always plagued by doubts, was it for him or what he had. Every relationship that is, except his friendship for Chris. Chris liked all the toys Simon's life provided but Simon was sure they would have been friends with or without the perks of his lifestyle. Despite this, Simon thought he saw things between Becky and Chris. She would hug Chris a little too long, flirt just a little too hard and he thought he could see her stealing glances at Chris. He wasn't sure, so he had told her he wanted some time to himself. When she said OK, he was crushed. Typical for Simon, he hadn't thought that far ahead. He wasn't really a planner, he just sort of moved from day to day reacting as he went.
"Well?" Chris broke Simon's thought.
"OK, get in but I'm driving."
Becky scrambled into the back seat and Chris pushed the seat back and climbed in. For the second time this evening the Maserati backed out of the garage and headed for Chris's house. Simon looked in the rearview mirror at Becky; she was staring out the window, as was Chris. Simon was getting used to this drive, so his mind returned to what had happened this evening, given that his passengers didn't seem likely to share any information.
What had happened, his old suspicions about Becky and Chris once again surfaced, but how, Becky had surprised him by climbing into his bed totally naked and proceeding to give him one of the most intense blow jobs of his life. None of it made any sense.
As he turned into the driveway, Chris got out, while the car was still rolling and bolted for the house.
Becky started to push the seat forward when Simon leaned across and pull the passenger door shut with a thud. "Beck, no more stalling, did Laura walk in on you and Chris? Is that what set her off?"
He could see a look of surprise appear on Becky's face, "What? No if you remember I was with you! Wait a minute,... you think me and Chris?"
"You can't deny you've always had a thing for him."
Becky's face went from surprise to revelation: "You silly stupid boy, is that what this whole needing to take a break thing has been all about? Sure I like Chris, he's a stud no doubt about it, but I wasn't sucking his brains out through his cock tonight was I?" Well, Becky thought,... actually I was, but sometimes boys really don't need all the facts, it just confuses them.
"No, ....but what happened?"
Becky leaned up from behind the seat and ran her hand down to Simon's crotch finding his cock as she nibbled his ear: "Go home and get some rest, you're going to need it" she gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis, "I'll call you later and explain everything." With that she let herself out of the car and went home to plan her next move.
Chris entered the house trying not to make any noise, he gently tried the hallway door to Laura's room, it was locked. Making his way to his room he crossed to the bathroom and tried Laura's bathroom door, also locked. "Laura, please we need to talk." He spoke in a whisper as loud as he dared, trying not to make to much noise. Again, nothing but silence. Returning to his bedroom he decided that he had no choice but to wait till morning, shit they lived in the same house she'd have to face him sometime.
He kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his T-shirt and climbed out of his jeans, the cold air on his now naked body reminded him he had gone commando, so he grabbed a pair of boxers and climbed into bed. He was fairly certain that he wouldn't be getting much sleep given the size of the knot in his stomach.
Chris opened his eyes, blinking; the room was bathed in brilliant sunlight. His senses began to clear and he recognized that now familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He must have dozed off, but for how long. A quick glance at the clock; 10:42 am. He nearly tripped over his shoes as he leapt off the bed and hurried through the bathroom to Laura's door. The handle wouldn't budge, still locked. Rapping quietly, "Laura, please we need to talk" again nothing but silence.
He went back through the bathroom to his bedroom, pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers and slipped on the T-shirt from last night. He hurried out the door and down the hallway to Laura's room. The door was ajar, he slowly pushed it open. Her bed was made and he noticed her camera was missing from the desk. He looked for her cell phone, it was tossed on the bed, she was again off-grid.
The house was still as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. There was a note on the counter by the key plaque; it was in his mother's handwriting:
Kids,
We didn't want to wake you. We are dropping my car at the garage and both going into work for a few hours. We should be home by 6 pm.
