Chapter 3

“Oh, fuck, yeah ... fuck, yes, Damon!” Jenna moaned as I ravaged her yet again, this time inside her slick pussy at last.

I played with the outside of her puckered asshole more than a little while I plowed her snatch, but the main thing now was the pure satisfaction of us being fully intimate at last. For both of us, this was the moment of truth, the end of the conscious waiting on her part, subconscious on mine. She was done holding back and staying out of other women’s way. She had her best friend in bed at last ... and she wasn’t going to give me up for nothing or nobody. We hadn’t planned it at all ... it just fell together and made sense ... it was so natural, so damn easy for us to mate with each other.

“Damn, Jenna ... damn, I had no idea ... I was so fucking clueless!” I chuckled nervously as we came together, her third orgasm, my first of this particular round.

“It’s cool, babe. I got you now and I ain’t lettin’ you go!” Jenna sounded very Southern right then, giggling after she realized that fact.

I pulled her closer and kissed her sweet lips as we lay there together, cuddling and spooning for a little while. We practically forgot that Lacey was in the same house with us, doing what God knew what with whom. We simply basked in the glorious feeling of lovers’ ease with each other’s naked flesh. That was it ... we were an item, right? We were lovers ... it sounded that way to me, but what did that mean ... were we exclusive ... was I definitely breaking it off with Lacey, then?

The knock at the door jolted us and I rose slowly, unsteady on my feet, Jenna limping even more than I did. I must have been rougher than I intended while plundering the booty. She took my hand, supporting me as well as welcoming my own support now ... morally as well as physically. Gingerly, we opened the door to find Lacey standing there ... with her friends and ... she was rather pale right then.

“I ... found out that I’m definitely not gay. Or even bi. Sorry, but this won’t work for us. This ... thing. I can’t do that. I can’t be ... that way with other girls. Donna, on the other hand ... loved it, thinks that she might be gay. Is that right, Donna? Are you a lez? Or just bi,” Lacey confronted Donna in front of everyone present.

“Gay ... definitely gay. I’m a lesbian. There, I said it. I’m gay, okay! So sue me! I’m a dyke! That’s why I never liked Damon ... I ... I’m in love with Lacey. Yep, sorry, but I can’t help this feeling that I have. I’ve been ... jealous of you, Damon ... jealous that you got Lacey and I thought her way out of your league, thought that you didn’t appreciate you well enough. I kinda hoped that this would break you up. There ... sorry ... I feel that I should make it up to you somehow, but ... I refuse to do the one obvious thing that would make it up to you. Sleeping with you, that is,” Donna confessed aloud now.

“Okay, then ... don’t. I don’t feel the need to have everyone compensate me with sex or anything like that, out of obligation or whatever. That’s a quick way to kill a boner, in fact. It would be like screwing a blow-up doll. No fucking thanks. Just do me a favor, Donna, and give me a wide berth, okay. You can be friends or whatever with Lacey, but keep your distance from me.

“I’m not ready to be friends with you. Not because you’re gay, but because you sabotaged things with my fiancee. Just ... leave, please. Now. And don’t come back here. Ever,” I sent Donna packing in a hurry, not needing that distraction while I figured out a final answer to the relationship issues with Lacey.

“And then there were three,” Vicky joked right then, really bad timing, in fact.

“You, what was your part in this whole deal ... what did you have to gain by ending us? I want the honest truth for once from you, or it’s an automatic ban from my house. Lifelong, too. Tell the truth and shame the Devil,” I demanded to know now.

“She was ... my friend and she was slumming it with you. Period. That’s the truth. Friends don’t let friends date scrubs, and from where I stand, you’re a scrub. Donna’s right. Lacey’s way, way out of your league. I didn’t like your influence on her, your values, your ... whole way of life. No fucking thanks.

“I could tell what you’re about ... you’re cheap, you’re so driven and consumed with investments, planning, hard work, etc. It leaves little time for the gym, at least with you, it leaves you tired and unable to take her out and pamper her enough, and it seems to make you resent us ... to see us as shallow or vain or whatever. You travel in different circles ... she needs a preppy boy who has lots of money and never worries about it, doesn’t have to sweat and save for every buck or whatever.

“So, yeah, we tried to get her to move on ... you’re too much of a nerd and a geek and a dork and she can do better. She needs the jetset lifestyle and you can’t give that to her as fast as you should. She needs a rich kid who doesn’t worry about prenups and stupid crap like that, too. Rich, dumb, and handsome, so she can use him, abuse him, and refuse him without it hurting her a dime,” Vicky spoke with brutal candor, disgusting even Lacey with the full display of her vanity and vapidity.

“Gee, Lace, where do you get these friends ... do they wrap toxic girlfriends up in every last Gucci item? Sayonara, Vicky ... get out of my life! Never come back here again! If I never see you again, it will be too soon! I don’t want your whole evil bitch queen attitude! You’re not even the queen bee of your hive ... that’s Lacey. Just ... go! Now!” I kicked Vicky out as well.

“Friends like that will drag you down ... good riddance! Honestly ... Lacey, I don’t know about them, but I still want to be friends ... even if I am bi and I enjoyed licking your pussy and your ass more than a little. I won’t ever ask for that again ... that was a one-time deal, a freebie, and I know better than to harass my friends or expect or demand such things of them. Can we still be friends?

“Honestly, by the way, Damon ... I’m sorry how this went down. I shouldn’t have done my part in this ... and I’m ashamed of it. Jenna, please ... treat him well. He’s a good man, whatever Vicky says. Please ... don’t kick me out of your life, none of you, whatever else happens,” Stacy shocked me by being honest, contrite, and friendly even to Jenna now.