Chapter 17: Megan, Redux

After two months of living in the tent, Kyle and I had saved up enough money to finally rent a place. After much searching, we found a basement suite not far from the University in a house owned by a Filipino family.

It was certainly not the best place; the living room had formerly been the carport on the house. The landlord had simply walled it in with framing and drywall but hadn’t bothered leveling the floor so it had a slight downward slope to it.

But, it was an actual house and after two months of being essentially homeless I was happy to have unfettered access to a toilet and running water.

We moved in a few weeks before classes started, and I decided to quit my crappy construction job and enjoy a few weeks of peace and quiet before things got crazy again. Kyle had no real plans other than to keep working so I had the whole place to myself during the day.

And now that I was in an actual home, my mind was finally free to relax and recover from the stress of living in the tent. No longer were my thoughts consumed with wondering where I would be able to use a toilet or a shower that day, wondering how to get to work on time without a car, or if a random person sitting around the fire pit would decide to murder me while I slept in the tent.

And now that I had time to think, my thoughts were consumed by the last time I had seen Nick that night in the north, and the last time I had seen Mark a few weeks earlier.

At first, Mark was at the forefront in my mind. And, the more I thought about him, the more depressed I became.Every night I’d go to sleep with that familiar constricted feeling around my heart and wake up with that vague, insatiable yearning. The proverbial itch that could never be scratched.

With Mark, my feelings were more of an intense regret. I was happy that he was with someone and she was really lucky. Despite being a little rough around the edges, he was a one-hundred percent keeper. He was gorgeous, he was incredible in bed, and he had an awesome even-keeled down-to-earth personality.

And now, with some peace and solitude, I was forced to admit that I wanted him and it was it was fucking killing me that not only could that never happen, All I could do was replay my time with him over and over in my mind because I was probably never going to see him again.

And Nick. Nick was a completely different story. We had just been fucking for a few months, but the intensity of everything that had gone down with Katie had brought us really close together.

And even though I was absolutely in denial about it and I assumed he was too, some real feelings had developed between us. And again, even though those feelings were unacknowledged and unspoken, I was very much aware of them now.

I couldn’t help but think that this is why he’d decided to date someone like Michelle. As I have said previously, I am in no position to judge someone’s physical appearance because I am absolutely not lacking in things to criticize. But he was absolutely out of her league, and he was clearly with her because he was on the rebound from Katie.

And man, Katie. What the hell. She had ripped through my life over Christmas like a sexy tornado, leaving devastation and wreckage behind. I knew that the reason she had gotten with me (and Nick) was because she thought I could handle it, and I really wanted to be that person. But when you stumble into a room filled with treasure, even the most mentally strong among us would have difficulty resisting the urge to spread out over the pile of gold and hoard it for eternity.

But she was gone, and Mark was gone. However, there was still a glimmer of hope with Nick. I knew he was acting the way he was because of Katie, and I was holding out hope that once he had some time to get over everything that I ‘d be able to convince him to move down to the mainland.

I had almost no access to a telephone when I was in the tent, and had only spoken to him twice using the payphone in front of the small grocery near the house. Our conversation both times was brief because I had to keep dropping change in the payphone, but I had asked both times if he’d come down at least to visit and he’d agreed but not committed to any particular date.

And that was essentially the only thing I had to be optimistic about. Over the summer in the tent there had been tons of random girls and I had been unsuccessful in talking to a single one. Everyone that ever visited knew that I was one of the three bummy dudes that lived in the tent and no one really wanted anything to do with us.

So, there I was. I was sort of miserable even though things were definitely better. And I really was thankful to have a stable living arrangement.

The place was fairly barren since neither Kyle nor I owned much furniture. However, Kyle’s dad had set us up with a spare television, VCR, a sofa and matching seat, and a gigantic ugly wall unit that took up the entire living room wall.

Kyle had a collection of VHS tapes that he had acquired over the years including a couple of porn tapes of dubious quality.

One morning, I dropped on the sofa with my coffee and grabbed the remote. I flicked on the television, and sat watching the local morning news as the sun spilled in between the blinds. It was a really nice morning, and I was looking forward to heading over to the gym in a while.

I was startled by a knock and the door, and stumbled past the coffee table.

“Oh shit,” I thought. “Who the fuck can this be?”

But when I opened the door, Megan was standing there, smiling.

Once again, I felt a confused attraction to her. She was wearing a sheer pink sundress, and her body looked amazing. She was just so tiny, a really tight little package. Small perky boobs, flat stomach, narrow waist, wide hips.

But her face was just ... weird. I am certainly in no position to judge another’s looks as I am positive that most people think I look weird too. Obviously her boyfriend found her attractive, and I’m sure other guys did too.

But maybe it was because I’m tall and always looking down on her, but her face just looked vertically squashed to me.

And her hair, yikes. It was certainly a lovely chestnut brown color and appeared to be silky and smooth. But why, oh why, did she have it cut in a mullet? I just didn’t get it. All she had to do was let the top grow out a little and it would have been fine.

I realized I was staring.

“Oh! Hey, Megan. What are you doing here?”

It was truly a surprise because she had never been to our place. I didn’t think she even knew where it was.

“Kyle said I could borrow a video, I came over to get it.”

“Oh, Kyle’s not here. He’s at work.”

She grinned.

“I know that. But I was on this side of town so I thought I’d see if you were home so I could pick it up.”

I was suddenly aware of how impolite I was being.

“Come in! How rude of me.”

Megan giggled as I stepped aside so she could walk through the door.

I led Megan to the huge, hulking wall unit. I reached up and opened the door to the cupboard that held all of Kyle’s VHS tapes.

“Which one did you want to borrow?”

Megan looked up, her eyes scanning the row of titles.

“Not these ones,” she whispered. She motioned me in close.

“Huh?” I said, leaning in.

“Porn,” she whispered. Her face was flushed, covered with a sheepish grin.

“Oh,” I said. “Looking to spice things up in the bedroom?”

She laughed, playfully slapping at me.

“Just get them.”

I reached up to the topmost cupboard and opened it up. There were only a handful of video cassettes up there, but I grabbed them all.

“Um, do you know which one you want?”

“Can I see?”

I handed her the first video cassette, it was just some generic porn. She turned the box over in her hands, checking out the cover and the pictures on the back.

“Is this one good?”

“It’s okay,” I answered. “It’s the most ‘normal’ one, if that’s what you want.”

“Hmmmm. What are the other ones?”

She put the first title on the shelf as I handed her the second one.

“This is all girls,” I said.

She took it, and again she checked the cover before flipping it over to look at the pictures on the back. She put it on the shelf and held out her hand. I handed her the last one that had the very literal name ‘bisexual threesomes’.

Again, she took it, read the cover, and flipped it over.

“What about this one?”

“It’s pretty much what it says on the cover.”

“Is it all two girls and a guy or is there two guys and a girl?”

“It’s both.”

She nodded, then picked up the all-girl video.

“Can I watch a little bit to see what it’s like?”

A little jolt of excitement shot from my loins to my brain, and my cock stirred with tingly warmth.

“Sure,” I said, pressing the power button on the television and the VCR. I set the input source to the VCR, then I slipped the video out of the case and popped it in the slot. I pressed play, and the video began with a blast of static and a smear of color.

Terrible synth music started over the basic title screen and a series of stock footage of California beaches.

“Can you fast forward?”

The very thin premise of the video was that the girls were massage therapists at a girls-exclusive gym, so I fast-forwarded until two ultra-tanned girls were oiled up and sliding against each other. I pressed play and the scene slowed down to normal speed.

I quickly turned down the volume as the room was filled with low resolution moans and squeals of delight from the tinny speaker on the television.

Megan watched with interest as they got into a 69, aggressively licking and fingering each other. My cock was getting harder and harder as we stood there watching. I looked at Megan, but she shared straight ahead, transfixed.

“Can you fast forward a little more?”

I reached out and pressed the button, and high speed lesbian action flew by. When it got to a scene with three girls, I pressed play again. The scene slowed down with a giant rainbow smear of analog video, and played at normal speed.

Three oiled-up girls were sliding over each other on what appeared to be a big air mattress. There was lots of licking, sucking, and dildos. Again, Megan stared straight ahead, her eyebrows dancing as she watched.

Finally, she took ‘bisexual threesomes’ of the shelf and handed it to me.

“This one next?”

I took the video from her hand, and she grinned as our eyes met.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be into the lesbian one,” I said quietly.

“Oh, I am. I’m going to borrow it. I might borrow this one too.”

I was thankful I was wearing a pair of very loose shorts because my cock was now fully, completely, ragingly erect.

I hit the eject button and pulled the first cassette. I pushed in the new tape, pressed play, and then fast-forward. The generic titles sped by with a high-speed splash of static.

The first scene was two very hot guys and an okay looking girl. As I hit play, the scene slowed down just as one of the guys was on his back and the girl was helping the other guy slide his cock into the first guy’s asshole.

“Oh, my,” whispered Megan. She shot a quick look over at me. “You’ve watched this?”

“Mmmmm hmmmm.”

“Really. Someone’s a little kinky then?”

I wasn’t going to say anything. I stayed quiet and gave her a little smirk.

She turned back to the video, and the girl was sucking the first guy’s cock as the second guy fucked him.

Megan’s breathing was heavy as she lifted her left hand to her chest and placed her palm flat just below her neck. Her neck was red, and flushed.

The camera zoomed in on the action, a huge cock sliding in and out of an ass while the first guy’s balls dangled on the second guy’s shaft. The girl was aggressively sucking the first guy, stroking his shaft as she deep-throated him.

I decided to see if anything was going to happen.

“Hot, right?” I asked Megan. She turned to me, her mouth slightly open in surprise.”Would your boyfriend watch this with you?”

“Definitely not,” she giggled.

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

On screen, the girl had climbed on top of the first guy’s cock and was now bucking her hips in the cowgirl position as the second guy continued to pound the first guy’s asshole. After a minute, he pulled out and there was a little scene transition. When the scene resumed, the second guy was now fucking the girl’s ass as the two of them double penetrated her.

“Oh my,” said Megan again. “I wonder what that feels like.”

“I can tell you that it feels good for the guys.”

Her head whipped around, her eyes locked with mine. Her mouth dropped open.

“You have not done that.”

“Okay. If you say so.”

Her mouth remained open.

“Seriously. You have?”

I nodded with a grin.

She stared at me for a second, then turned back to the video. The camera zoomed in, the second guy’s cock pounding the girl’s asshole as his balls slapped against the first guy’s balls.

In my peripheral vision, Megan’s right hand had surreptitiously slid over her thigh and was pressing on the front of her dress over her pussy.