Chapter 9

We stayed at the bar another hour or so until we’d all finished our drinks. The conversation continued in the car on the way back to the dorm and we said goodbye to the women in the courtyard. Len yawned almost as soon as we entered the room. I grabbed my toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom.

When I returned, I found Len lounging in his chair. He’d changed into the t-shirt and boxers he used as pajamas and had a book in hand, but hadn’t actually gone to bed. He smiled at me and waited until I closed the door.

“Hey,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about the movie some more.”

“Yeah?” I leaned against my desk.

“What if the guys had been okay with it?”

I thought about it and shrugged. “No story then.”

“What do you mean?”

“No dramatic tension, so no plot.”

“Eh ... you could come up with something else.”

“But then why do you need three guys?” I countered. “They have to be there for a reason.”

He conceded my point with a nod.

“I can see some plotlines where she has to pick between them for some reason,” I said, “but that’s just a love triangle romance—quadrangle?—a love triangle with one more person.”

“So the quadrangle’s the problem?”

I furrowed my brow and looked at him.

“No...,” I said. “A quadrangle or triangle’s the same problem.”

“Which is...?”

“It’s obvious.”

“Not to me.”

I snorted in disbelief, but he continued to look at me with a flat expression, like he really didn’t get it.

“It’s too many people,” I said.

“In the relationship?”

“Yeah. I mean, that’s how love triangles work. She’s gotta choose. That’s the whole tension.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“Doesn’t what?” I was baffled. Why didn’t he get it?

“Choose.”

I furrowed my brow. “But she has to.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause she does.”

Len mused for a moment. “Okay, so why can’t you love more than one person?”

“You just can’t!”

“Why not? What about your parents? You love them, don’t you?”

“Because that’s not how it works.” I tilted my head as I looked at him still very confused. “Besides, parents are different.”

“But you get my point.”

“Not really,” I admitted. “I think if she didn’t choose, you’d end up with something like what happened in the movie.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Len conceded. “You could have a happier ending, though.”

“Yeah,” I conceded. “The movie could’ve done something lighter at the end there.”

“And sexier.”

I grinned. “That’s true.”

“Mmm hmm. A lot of movies would be better with a little sex in them.”

I laughed. “I don’t know about a lot, but some.”

“Yeah.”

We shared a grin and the conversation petered out as I got ready for bed.

I lay in bed, thinking some about the movie and a lot about the conversation in the bar. My friends’ stories were outrageous, but ... I couldn’t help thinking about them. Watching people have sex out in the open? Watching two women having sex?

My cock started to stir, so I did my best to push my thoughts in a different direction. Every now and then I could hear Len turn a page in his book and there was no way I wanted to have an erection I couldn’t do anything about.

But the conversation had been eye-opening. I’d expected kids from Boulder to have wild stories, but Len was from Loveland and Liz and Sandy were from Cherry Creek. Those were pretty normal, middle of the road communities. And they were skinny dipping and having wet t-shirt contests?

And then there was Liz’s story about her friend’s brother...

I squirmed thinking about that.

I’d never seen Michelle naked or in her panties. Just her bikini, that one time. But if she’d been sunbathing nude, like Liz and her friend...

I shuddered.

Honestly, I probably would’ve peeked. I wouldn’t’ve been able to help myself.

But, gah!

I felt disgusted at that thought. Peeking at my sister?

Yeah.

Though I never would’ve stolen her panties! I’d seen them in the laundry, same as Len probably had when he’d said Lori’s weren’t sexy.