Chapter 50: Me too!

Sarah Colvig had a date with Matt Parker that Friday, December 12, 2003. But he cancelled.

And she grew even more nervous.

Yes, Sarah was nervous. A kid was making her nervous.

Sarah wanted to talk to Matt. No, she needed to talk.

But she said "fine" and they made plans to meet the next night.

Sarah could hardly sleep.

It wasn't natural. It really wasn't natural.

Matt Parker was 17. He was Laurie's brother. Just seventeen! Four years younger than Sarah! Can you believe it?

He was born in 1986!

He was a kid. A fucking kid.

They had gone to a French restaurant, earlier that week, and he clearly was uncomfortable. Shit, he wasn't old enough to drink, yet!

And yet... Since that Monday Sarah had been thinking a lot about Matt. In the weirdest moments, like when she was in the shower, or driving or whatever! What was that?

Yes, hey had sex, but so what? Sarah was used to having sex. She was not used, however, to think so much about her partners!

It wasn't just the sex. Sure, the sex had been fabulous, but... she was not having sex thoughts about him! She was having creepy thoughts about white dresses and churches.

Babies...

Fuck!

That was scary!

Above all, she wanted to be around as Matt Parker became a nice adult. She wanted to be part of his growth. She wanted to help him to become an adult.

She also kept wondering about how he would look like if he let his blond hair grow.

And, yes, she had sex thoughts about him.

But... It wasn't that simple. It simply wasn't.

She was bisexual. She was promiscuous.

She thought about changing that, sure. In one of her scary thoughts, she wondered that maybe it was time for her to grow up, and enter the first monogamous relationship of her life.

Could she? Sure! Easy! This thing about orgies and girls was just a phase, right?

No. Not really.

She didn't want to change. She loved her sex life. She loved her partners, especially the people in her group. But not just them. She loved to meet other people, guys and girls. It wasn't just sex, she loved to get to know them. And, sometimes, yes, she loved sex with them.

Yes, she could repress her desires, she could become a dull, monogamous wife, but... She wouldn't be happy. She wouldn't be satisfied, really. And she would always have the feeling that there was some kind of monster inside her wanting to get out, like in "Alien".

But it wasn't a monster. That's who she was. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was so pretty... But she wasn't her mom.

She needed a man who would be able to understand that. And who would be able to join her. Like Arthur and June, Don and Kay. They were in her group, they were couples, and they were bisexual and promiscuous. And, the most important, they were fine with it. Neither of them was slightly embarrassed to see his/her lover fucking other people.

That seemed the perfect relationship. The only one she could have.

Now her problem was: would Matt be like Arthur or Don? Oh, she didn't mean the bisexual part! What she wondered was: could he be comfortable in an orgy? Could he be okay with Sarah being fucked by someone else?

He was so young!

And that wasn't all! One of her partners was Laurie Parker, Matt's big sister! Could he be okay with that?

Sarah had, a few days before, called Laurie to talk. Hah, they ended up in bed, horny. Laurie ate Sarah, Laurie was great, but... Could Matt understand it? Could he forgive her?

And she wanted to keep fucking Laurie (Laurie was so pretty... ), how would he react?

But what was the alternative? Really?

The way Sarah saw it, she could keep her mouth shut, but then... What kind of relationship would evolve between she and Matt? In her most scary thoughts, about church and all, she could see Laurie smiling, standing next to her. Would that be fair to Matt? That kind of a secret? Hiding herself and having affairs when he was not around?

He deserved better.

She liked him so much she thought he deserved the right to find her disgusting.

Sarah couldn't calm down. She really couldn't. She drank a little, listened to music, but nothing worked. She wanted this out of her chest. And she wanted Matt to hug her and kiss her and say that everything was okay.

Now... Matt Parker was also nervous!

Like Sarah, he had never felt this way before. He was afraid for what he might lose.

He might lose Sarah.

Fuck. They had a date last night, and he cancelled. Because his stupid family wanted an orgy. He couldn't invite Sarah, so he cancelled it, and she got upset. She said they needed to talk.

Matt was sure that she was going to break up with him.

He couldn't lose her.

It was weird. They had a date last Monday, right? Since then, he had lots of sex! Lots and lots! With his friends, his brothers, his sisters... With people he hardly knew!

And yet... While he had sex with other people, there was always a moment, usually just before his orgasm, when he thought about Sarah's pretty face, her blonde hair, her green eyes, her wonderful smile! Her delicious shaved pussy.

And he could fuck for hours, lots of people, and yet... Whenever he closed his eyes to sleep, sometimes with someone else, he thought about her. He could almost feel her lips pressing against his.

As he drove to Sarah's place, that Saturday evening, Matt Parker was...

Mad as hell!

How did she dare to break up with him? It wasn't fair, it truly wasn't fair!

Matt knew about Sarah and Laurie. Was that it? Would Sarah tell him that she liked him fine, but she preferred his sister? What was she going to say?

Matt knew one thing: he would fight for her. He was willing to do anything, even beg, but he wouldn't let her break up with him. Not easily.

And, if she were really decided to break up with him, he would go back home and fuck everybody he saw! That's called revenge sex, for those who don't know.

But... Wouldn't it be for the best? Had he the right to dream about any future for him and Sarah? She was older than him. More sophisticated. And... There was the incest issue. Would she find him a pervert? Would she hate him?

Could she accept him for what he was?

Still... He would fight for her.

As he was driving, Sarah was making herself pretty. She wouldn't have that kind of talk looking bad. She wore her nicest long dress, very elegant, very expensive, the kind of dress that she could wear in Monaco, and people would think she was a princess. Hair, make-up, earrings, shoes, she put it all on. She looked like someone to be taken out. She looked like she was ready to go to the fanciest restaurant, the most selective club.

She didn't look like a sick girl who liked to fuck both men and women. Someone who liked orgies.

She looked good!

Matt, however, arrived wearing snickers, jeans, t-shirt and parka.

He looked at her, and he couldn't believe her! What the fuck she had in mind? She was stunning!

He quickly removed the parka.

She kissed him quickly on the lips, and told him to sit down. She opened a bottle of wine, served two glasses, and started:

"So... Matt... I..."

He said quickly:

"Sorry for yesterday!"

"It's fine. I... I needed some time to think about what I'm going to say."

That's it. He was sure she was going to tell him that Monday night was fine, but not so fine. He was sure she would send him away, and later she would go out with an older, rich guy.

Hah, not with this pretty dress, dear! Matt Parker was ready to throw all his wine on her dress!

She started:

"I... I really like you..."

He drank his wine, but quickly put more wine in his glass. For her dress.

She kept going:

"But I have a confession to make..."

She was going to talk about the rich older guy. Or was it a woman? Matt almost lost it!

She continued:

"I would like to keep seeing you..."

Please don't say "as a friend!"

"But... I mean, I'm thinking a lot about you these days, much more than I would like to think..."

But?

"But I am bisexual. And promiscuous. And I can't really change that. And if you want to be with me, you must know, understand and accept that."

Matt said nothing. That was it?

Sarah got scared:

"If you..."

And he:

"Me too!"

"What are you talking about?"

He smiled. He had such a beautiful smile!

"Very bisexual, very promiscuous!"

"What?"

"Really. Bisexual. Promiscuous. I like many partners, boys and girls."

And, instead of smiling, instead of being happy, Sarah got worried:

"So last Monday..."

"No, no, that was... I mean, really special. That was something else. I lo... I... I mean, I... Really, really, really special! With everybody else... It's not the same!"

"You're bisexual?! You're seventeen!"

"So?"

Then Sarah remembered how she was when she was seventeen, and... Well, so was she!

"Aren't you just saying that to make me feel better?"