A New Day, A New You part 7 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 7

... Stuart except both are good guys,” Trinity clarifies and I guess Caitlin agreed without saying a word. I step out of the bathroom with my shorts on and as soon as Caitlin sees it’s me she goes from mildly contained to frantic. Both women are in bed clothes, Trinity in shorts and a sports bra while Caitlin has pajama bottoms and a t shirt. “Stuart what the fuck are you… When did you… I thought Trinity… What the hell happened,” She doesn’t even finish her questions. “Fuck being the proper word is what I did. I was here most of last night and this morning. Trinity stopped her pity train from what I could tell and decided to just invite me to her room without any pretense,” I state the answers and Trinity nods at the third one,” and we just needed to not be so lonely last night. Is it that confusing?” “Everyone else is getting sex but me. Yes that is confusing,” Caitlin grumbles storming into her room and turns quickly to face us,” You two are just a bunch of mean shitheads. Maybe I didn’t need to hear you two were having sex or that you two decided to have a marathon last night.” “Oh and we did anal. Thanks for the lube,” Trinity says before bursting out laughing. I watch as a stuffed animal comes flying from Caitlin’s room and hits Trinity in the chest but she’s laughing and frankly so am I. We leave Caitlin to sulk in her room but I’ll talk to her later and we’ll discuss the problem as friends. Trinity and I do her laundry; it is partly my fault and work out. We even meet up ...

... with Robin and the three of us have a good gym session but at the end of the day I head back to my room and sit down in front of my computer. Jun flashes me a picture of myself a couple weeks earlier, in the hospital bed with my face all fucked up. At the end of the picture I notice a timer counting week, days, minutes and seconds. I’m mad and want Chez right now but if Guy finally has a plan and will point me at Chez then I’ll wait. Guy has my loyalty and I will follow his lead. Somewhere else, somewhere not related to Stuart or even Guy A man sits on the floor in a child’s room quietly crying, the child is asleep and peaceful as he looks on at the little girl. His suit shirt is wrinkled and his tie loose, his slacks not pressed. He quiets his muffled cry to hear it, the noise at the other end of his house, the sex. It’s not even sex in his mind, it’s fucking. A year ago if you asked him what the difference was between sex and fucking he’d tell you they were the same, now he knows the difference. He slowly pulls himself from his seat on the floor and straightens his shirt before exiting his child’s room. He sees another man, the familiar one, doing up his jeans and when the familiar man sees him he smirks. “Didn’t wake the kid yet did we,” He asks the crying man who shakes his head no,” Good I hate brats.” “Please stop this, I’ve made payments. I’ve been paying more than we agreed,” the crying man says and the familiar man laughs quietly. “You keep forgetting the interest; ...