Cheat Day - Sex Stories

Cheat Day

... February, late January.”

Jake didn’t move. He was clearly expecting a different answer. “Okay, you,” he continued, pointing at me.

“Um…” I shifted in my seat. It sure had been a while since I had sex, but that wasn’t the question. “Like, right before the pandemic, but… it wasn’t sexual.”

Jake paused, not noticing Katie’s eyes widen in realization. “…What do you mean it wasn’t sexual? Was it for an art class?”

“Nope.”

“Family member?”

“Your family members are just… naked all the time?” I asked with a laugh.

“You were the one who said it wasn’t sexual. How does that even-”

“He was taking pictures of me, dumbass.”

Katie’s words cut through the silence, even though despite the low lighting of the room, she was visibly blushing. Jake slowly turned towards Katie. “Really?” he asked, astounded. “Why?!”

“I wanted to take nudes for someone. Didn’t go anywhere, which really fuckin’ sucked. But yeah. He was my cameraman.”

“How in the world is it not sexual to take nudes of someone?” Jake asked.

I turned to John, who still wasn’t saying anything but blushing profusely. I mouthed the word “sorry” to him. He gave a nervous chuckle and shrugged.

Katie was unfazed. “Because,” she started with that ‘um actually’ voice of hers. “If you’re good friends with someone, you can have the capacity to see them naked without it meaning anything.”

Jake paused. “…But like… it means

something

, it always has to mean something.”

“Not if you’re gay,” I ...

... pointed out. To my right, I heard a whimper stifled. It was quiet enough that no one else heard it. I had the good sense not to turn my head, but looked right at John. That was his whimper.

“Well then I dunno, if he whipped out his dick it would mean something.”

“Nope,” Katie defiantly answered. “We’ve changed in front of each other. I’ve seen his dick. We’re not complicated, and we’re fine. Maybe it’s you who’s shallow.”

“I’m not shallow,” Jake replied quickly. “I’m just hot-blooded. And I do not believe Ethan isn’t the same way.”

I grinned back at him. “‘Hot-blooded,’” I teased. “You come up with three new adjectives every time I see you.”

“Everything but ‘slutty,’” Katie joined in. “Anything to avoid saying you’re slutty.”

“Fuck off,” Jake bitterly grumbled. He reached for the thermos of iced tea, held it for a bit, then put it back down on the table. “You know, you guys are pretty judgmental.”

That statement sounded serious. The movie wasn’t playing, so each second of silence just compounded the awkwardness. “You know, it’s not a bad thing to be slutty,” Katie replied factually. “We’re only teasing you because you get so blushy about it.”

“Oh, cool. You guys only bring it up because it bothers me. Neat. Neato.” Jake scoffed and attempted to look away. HIlariously, with the movie in front of him, Katie to his left, and John and me to his right, he had to crane his neck around and pretend to want to look at the back of the room.

“If it really bothers ...