Next Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Next Chapter 3

... was no way I was going to start a conversation with her like, “How dare you keep that from me?!” Not if I valued my nuts. Jesus…until like four months ago the closest I had come to sex was porn on the computer and my dick in my hands. Now it was like every decision I made was dependent on it. Sex here, sex there…Damn. Worse than money. I finally made it home after what seemed like hours. I shut off the car and looked up at Kayla’s window. I wanted to go over and talk to, just to clear everything up if not figure it out, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet at least. After such a shitty day at work, I needed some time to clear my head. Besides, our parents were home and I at least needed to say hi to mine. Delaying? Absolutely. I wish I was strong enough to face it now but I didn’t trust myself much anymore. Amanda and Alan were making out in the living room when I walked in. “Hey Jack,” Amanda said cheerfully, pulling away from Alan with the sound of a plunger being pulled from a drain. “Jesus Christ!” I hissed, “The fuck are you doing?” They looked at each other. “Making out,” Alan replied with the tone one uses on an idiot kid. “Tara’s here!” I whispered, “So are mom and dad!” “They’re upstairs sleeping,” Amanda explained calmly, resting her head against Alan’s, “And Tara’s been in her room all day.” She frowned. “I don’t think she’s feeling too good.” I bet, I thought with a guilty surge hitting my chest. “Well, just be careful,” I replied lamely. “Will do,” ...

... Amanda said as Alan pulled her face to his. After their first free night together, it seemed like they couldn’t wait to make up for lost time. I stalked up the stairs, careful to not make too much noise. If my parents were asleep (so the first thing they want to do after a drive from a hotel is…sleep so more?) the last thing I wanted to do was wake them and have to deal with them. They’d pick up on everything that was going on right away and I couldn’t avoid them. Not after these past few days. I just couldn’t keep my defenses up anymore. I was sick of trying to avoid talking about it. Instead, I knocked on Tara’s door. “Yeah?” came her voice from the other side of the door. “It’s me,” I replied. There was a moment of silence before she opened the door, a wan smile on her face. “Hey,” she said, stroking my arm for a second, “How was work?” “Not good.” She frowned. “Why not?” “Just…” I was sick of avoiding difficult discussions…but that doesn’t mean I wanted to have them. “Everything go okay after I left?” The anger flared up again. No, everything was not okay. The asshole part of my brain was winning out. Kayla dangled Tara in front of me just so I would fuck her and then we’d be ‘equal’. No discussion with me, of course. She couldn’t handle just telling me what had happened and owning up to a lie. She had to be sneaky about it. Dishonest. We loved each other and yet she didn’t trust me to handle something like that. How could she? After everything we’d been through. After all the ...