Next Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

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... about being good enough!” “Well, it seems like it is!” she snapped, wiping her cheeks roughly, “I mean…I was wrong to not talk to you for a whole day. I was wrong to keep it from you. I love you and I guess I was just scared that something like this would ruin what we had. I don’t know why but it was like…balance or something, I don’t know…” Balance. That sounded familiar. A horrible thought occurred to me and it fell out of my mouth before I could examine it: “Is that why you suggested the threesome?” If a pin had dropped, it would have created an echo. “What?” she asked in a voice so soft, I felt it more than heard it. “Whose idea was the threesome?” I said, trying and failing to keep it from sounding like a demand, “Yours or Tara’s?” She stared at me for a second, eyes too full of tears to read her expression, then swallowed and said, “Mine.” I was silent for a little while, looking down at the ground and chewing my lip. “You said you were 100% on last night,” I said slowly, “Were you doing it because you really thought it would help Tara or because it would make us ‘even’?” “How can you ask me that?” she said in a cracking voice, fighting to hold back tears. God, I was an asshole. “I did want to help her! I really did!” “Kayla…did you want me to have sex with Tara to make us ‘even’?” “What the fuck does it matter?!” she shrieked, swinging her fist and knocking the stuff off her bedside table. She put her face in her hands and wept. “I just want everything to be like it ...

... was before all this bullshit,” she said in a breaking voice, “Before you kissing Tara, before Brad, before all of that. When it was just you and me being happy together.” I wanted to go and hug her but I got the feeling my touch wouldn’t be welcome. “I want that too, Kayla, but…I can’t ignore this.” “Why?” she asked, turning to me and angrily wiping her eyes, “I had sex with a guy before you. It did nothing for me except hurt like shit when he put it in and then blew twenty seconds later. That dump I took just now meant more than that did.” I smiled a little at that and her mouth twitched a bit as well. “You actually made me cum. You made me feel wanted. Loved. Like you cared about me instead of just putting a notch on your bedpost. We made love. We didn’t fuck. If I lost my memory right now, there’d still be a part of me that remembered how amazing it was and how good it felt not here—” she pointed to her pussy, “—but here!” She pointed to her heart. “It meant that much to me, too,” I said, feeling calmer but with rage still fighting like a caged beast in my chest, “And you were never going to be just a notch on my bedpost.” “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for lying about it and keeping it from you. It wasn’t something I thought you needed to know about.” The rage burst free. “You said you wanted complete honesty!” I shouted, “You said not to worry about how you would feel! That if you needed to know, you needed to know! Does that not extend to me too?” She backed up a little bit ...