"It's not cheating when it's Tracy"

RIA

Instead of answering, Shane leaned across the table and kissed me, in full view of everyone at the restaurant. Goddamn, that guy’s a good kisser.

All of my concerns melted away in the warmth of his embrace, and I even felt an erotic jolt between my legs. It’s amazing how a single kiss from a handsome man can solve so many of life’s problems: Eating poison apples, pricking your finger on a cursed spinning wheel, or calming you back down after you unexpectedly have sex with your best friend.

Soon as our kiss ended, Shane looked me in the eye and whispered, “As long as the girl you’re with is Tracy, I’m gonna go ahead and say no, it doesn’t count as cheating.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“Mad about what? That you fooled around with her? Honey, last year I fooled around with her, remember? Of course I’m not mad. I mean, I’m surprised, obviously—even after all that moaning I heard coming from your guys’ room last night.”

“You heard us?”

“I heard… something. Wasn’t a hundred percent sure what it was until right now. Got my imagination going pretty wild, though. Gotta say, I’m pretty fucking devastated that I didn’t get to watch you guys do your thing.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Are you turned on?” I asked.

“Can you blame me? It’s like my biggest fantasy ever, thinking about you and her together.”

I grinned, “You want me to tell you about it?”

SHANE

Ria tortured for me the entire drive back to the cabin, recounting every lurid detail of her and Tracy’s first lesbian encounter. She got so horny telling me the story that she couldn’t stand it anymore—so she unsnapped her pants and started noisily rubbing herself on the seat beside me, filling the car with the scent of her lust.

“God, I hope those two have already gone to bed by the time we get back,” Ria panted. “Because I’m gonna rip your clothes off and fuck you like an animal the second we get through the door.”

I admit I drove faster than was probably safe.

When we finally did get back to the cabin, our hormones were practically boiling over from Ria’s story. We hurried inside, madly groping at each other—