And I had two friends who each seemed to suddenly think of me as a piece of recreational equipment whenever the opportunity arose. And I had to keep that last bit secret, lest that it get weird. (For everyone else. It was already weird for me!)
I had no time to work on kissing Poppy’s pretty mouth, or burying my face in Jenn’s impressive rack. I have be honest, of course. I certainly was thinking about both of them. And I was making it a practice to pay special attention to each of them whenever we passed in the halls.
And the worst of my situation was, when Beth and Carla were not individually alone with me, and sometimes even when they were, their behavior would revert to our old way of just hanging out as friends. Unless we were alone, they treated me like nothing was going on, just like Ben and Bridget did. Like now.
“So everyone is agreed that you need to work on either Jenn or Poppy,” said Carla, the girl with whom I had traded some awesome oral a few days ago during a mutual free period.
“Yeah. Just pick whether you are more interested in the Jenn’s tits, or Poppy’s more balanced package,” agreed Beth, the girl I already had plans to fuck later that evening. “Time for you to go for it, Alistaire.”
I swear, Beth, Carla, and even Bridget-especially Bridget, were more raunchy and explicit in the way they teased me about my sudden non-virginity than were my dudes. I honestly didn’t mind it, to my surprise, but it was still very strange. Sex, as a subject of conversation, had never, ever, existed between me and the girls before this spring. And now this shit overlaid every single, god-damned conversation.
“Why the fuck do you morons all insist that either of them, much less both, are some kind of sure things?” I grumbled. “They are both cool, attractive people. I’m just a gangly guy who has gotten lucky lately.”
It is impossible to exchange subtle glances with two girls walking on either side of you, without them noticing you are doing it with the other, so I just looked straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with each.
“Trust me, either one is primed,” Beth said.
“I talk to both all the time,” Carla added. “Trust me. The subject of you has come up.”
“What?” I yelped. “I thought you were not going to burden me with ‘Yelp reviews’?”
“Oh calm down, Nancy,” laughed Carla. “It is always just in passing. It’s not like we went to them and asked if they were interested in hopping on board the Alistaire Experience, with his allegedly enormous cock…
Even I laughed at that. Beth did to.
Then Beth added, as her chortling subsided, “Nothing alleged about…”
My laughter died two words into that utterance. So did Carla’s.
Beth only realized what she was doing after we did, then shut up like someone snapped off the power.
I got used to conversations and walks coming to simultaneous stops during that spring.
“‘Nothing alleged about it’?” Carla asked with almost predatory sweetness. “Do you have something to tell me, Beth?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“What do you mean? Uh… I mean, no. Why?” Beth almost stuttered. I didn’t dare say anything myself, but come on, Beth, you can cover better than this…
“It sure sounds like you have some undisclosed knowledge of Alistaire’s anatomy,” Carla said sternly.
“I… I was just was saying that… I believe him about his, you know. Don’t you believe him?” She was avoiding both our gaze, looking off toward school almost desperately. We had resumed walking, but it would be a while before we got back to the safety of other people. Beth was at Carla’s mercy for a few minutes. We were both at Carla’s mercy. God damn it, Beth!
Beth’s discomfort and averted gaze gave me a moment to dare to look Carla in the eyes. What I saw there was a… twinkle? Oh, thank God. She wasn’t mad. I wasn’t a cheater. Carla was… teasing me and, especially teasing Beth!
If my heart rate ever slowed back down, I might enjoy this.
“It’s not about believing, girl,” Carla said sternly. “You didn’t say you believed him. You somehow know.” Beth just squirmed. “If you’ve seen his cock, what did you do with it?”
“I…”
“Carla,” I began, but she cut me off.
“Oh, you will get your turn, Alistaire. But let’s just let this be a girl thing for a minute.”
This was getting a little mean.
“Beth,” Carla’s voice was almost sing-songingly teasing now. “Have you fucked Alistaire?”
Beth finally snapped. I would have expected her to before then. “What makes it your business if I have? People don’t have to tell everyone what… who…” she spluttered, almost instantly running out of steam.
“You did! You did! You did!” Carla almost squealed, her prosecutorial tone fading to almost open glee from first to third repetition. “Ha!”
“You, um, wait… you sound like you are okay with it,” Beth said uncertainly.
“Okay? I’m ecstatic,” Carla replied. My other, still secret, lover was laying it on a bit thick, I worried. If Beth found out sometime later about me and Carla…
“Really? Um…”
“I’m okay you are doing it,” Carla grinned. “But mostly I’m ecstatic that you know that I now know.”
“Huh?” Beth said intelligently. It was nice that someone besides me was confused.
We were just passing through a narrow dogleg in the path, where it zigzagged between the massive brick edifice of the steam plant for the radiators all over school and an equipment shed. “Because now,” Carla said sweetly, “I can finally do this in front of someone, anyone, instead of only in secret, and you at least don’t get to freak out.” With that, she turned to me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. She pulled me hard against her body, lifted one of those incredible, long legs and wrapped it around the backs of my thighs, and crammed her tongue quite noisily into my mouth. I automatically found myself returning the embrace and the kiss, though my mind was whirling out of control.
At least Carla didn’t insist on going for long. She lowered her leg and we broke apart. I was looking very sheepish, and even Carla looked a little apologetic at how over the top the kiss had been. I was also unsteady on my feet, partly because I was in momentary oxygen deprivation, and at the same time, all my blood was rushing down between my legs.
Beth was standing there, arms crossed. Her expression warred between her own, still sheepish, embarrassment, and total surprise. Then she grinned.
“Damn, player,” she said to me. “I’ll bet you are gonna end up nailing both Poppy and Jenn.”
“I am not a player,” I snapped automatically.