The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... and kissed me, then lay her head on my shoulder and her hand on my stomach. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and giggled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“How shy and resistant you were to this,” she said, smiling.

I sighed. “I know, but I had a lot to process.”

“I know,” she said. “and not just about me, but about your girlfriend, and about, well, you know…”

“Yeah,” I murmured. The fact that she decided to bring “that” up right now was annoying.

“That” had been the incident when I was younger. I was sixteen and was caught shoplifting. It wasn’t just a pack of gum, it was jewelry. Exactly why I was shoplifting jewelry was...complicated...but suffice it to say I was caught. And because the value of the items I shoplifted was almost a thousand dollars, I was charged with a felony.

Video from the store showed that I came in with another person, who slipped away as soon I was caught. I refused to rat out my accomplice, which made it even harder on me. Everyone thought it was my sister, and she was arrested, but released due to lack of evidence. I was the only one who was charged, but I was hit hard because I didn’t cooperate.

So that’s why I ended up being charged as an adult and why I spent eighteen months in juvie and another year in a halfway house. My mom was crushed that her children could do something like this. I had never been close to my parents – my dad lived across the country and my mom ...

... – a local hotel mogel - was always work-obsessed and distant to both her kids. So when I was released from the halfway house I just went straight to college and dorm life. After college I spent a month living with a friend until Jesse helped me get this job and I could get a place of my own. I had spoken to my mom only a handful of times since I got out of juvie. And I would continue to be on probation for another few years, though I only checked in with my officer once a month by phone, and in person twice a year.

I had moved on, as far as I was concerned. It was in the past, and I was annoyed that Megan would bring it up right now, spoiling the post-coital afterglow.

And now she wouldn’t let it rest.

“Have you ever considered therapy?” she asked, rubbing her hand across my chest and playing with the gobs of semen that still coated both our stomachs and chests.

“Therapy? Not really.”

“You should, you’ve been through so much.”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” I said.

“That’s why you should see a therapist. Someone independent that you can safely talk to about things. Seriously, you should think hard about it,” she said softly.

“You sure know a lot about me…” I said, sarcastically.

“Jesse and I are close,” she replied. “We’ve talked about you some.”

“So just how close to my sister are you? You seem to know her sexual tastes.”

“I was bi-curious, and I knew I could trust your sister,” she said, smiling. “Plus I like her, and you too, so she was a ...