A Very Unlikely Talk

Seeing the wide-eyed look of shock take over the petite redhead's face, Sean braced himself for what came next. Lacey dropped her eyes to her cum-covered hand and began to sputter out words.

"We just...I couldn't--no--Oh. My. Gawd!" she practically shouted before Sean hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand. Her reaction worried him, as did the chance that her parents might overhear them.

"It's okay, Lace. Calm down."

Prying his hand away from her mouth, she loudly retorted, "Calm down? I cheated!"

"Shit, Lacey, keep it down. You want your parents to find us here?" Sean asked worriedly, peering over her shoulder to make sure her father wasn't racing over to attack him.

"My parents? No, no, no. They can't find out what I did!" The disturbed girl's mind swirled over her betrayal of her boyfriend. Feeling something wet on her face, she wiped at it with her hand, only to give out another shriek/sob combination when she realized it was her own juices that Sean's hand left behind. "Oh my gawd!"

"Okay, okay, just try not to get so loud," Sean whispered, motioning with his hands to keep it down. That motion also shook his slimy, semi-hard dick that dangled out of his pants.

"Put that away!" moaned the distraught girl. Lacey looked at his cook as if it might be the prime piece of evidence used at her trial for cheating.

"What? Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry, sorry," Sean apologized after realizing his little friend was still out saying hello to the world. He quickly zipped up his pants as Lacey did the same with hers.

"What did I do? Austin's going to break up with me for sure," wailed out the now tearful Lacey.

"Whoa, slow down, Lace. Austin doesn't need to know about this," Sean hurriedly told her.

"But I cheated! I have to come clean to him," she insisted.

"You didn't cheat. Did we have actual sex? No. Did we even kiss? No," Sean pointed out. Concerned over what a furious Austin would do to him, he felt equally concerned over this screwing up her happiness.

"But you still made me cum," countered the upset redhead, who punctuated her statement with a sob.

"Yeah, I did. We got caught up in the moment. We shouldn't have, I know. But look at what we just watched," Sean reminded her in an even-keeled voice. "That was an extraordinary circumstance. Wouldn't you call it that?"

Lacey nodded while wiping away her tears.

"Watching your parents have sex was confusing and exciting. I feel awful that your relationship might be in trouble, but you can't tell Austin what happened. Are you going to tell him we both got so turned on watching your parents that we made each other cum?"

"Oh, gawd, no!" Lacey screeched out. No one could ever learn that she watched her parents and liked it.

"I know you feel guilty; I feel guilty for touching you. But we held back from doing anything more. Just keep that in mind, okay," noted Sean with an attempt at a smile.

"I guess so. It's just I never wanted to be that kind of girl who cheated," mumbled out the still-troubled teenager. She did agree with Sean that they could have gone much farther and didn't.

"Look, if you really feel the need to tell Austin, I'll be there to help. I'll take a punch from him if it means he'll forgive you. No, I mean it," Sean added at the end upon seeing her look of disbelief.

"Oh, no. You don't need to do that!" Lacey insisted, wiping away her final tears. Sean had helped calm her down and assuaged some of the guilt she had felt. What she did wasn't right, but he had a point about them experiencing an extraordinary moment.

"Well, I don't want to be responsible for any trouble you have. Are you okay now?" he asked, noticing her crying had subsided, and she looked a little less distressed.

"I think so. I'm sorry I got so emotional. I still feel guilty; I probably always will. But you're right. That was such a crazy thing, and I almost think I'm dreaming," Lacey remarked. "I think I'm now more freaked out that I watched my parents have sex and I found it hot. That's so messed up."

"Well, for the record, your parents are damn hot together," laughed Sean, hoping to lighten the situation. "C'mon, let me help you get back inside. We better head around the long way towards the front door, so your parents don't see us."

"Yeah, I need to get back to my room and work on our plan to get you and Ramsey together." Lacey brightened up at the idea of helping play matchmaker and using that to take her mind off of what happened.

Sean dropped Lacey off at the master suite, where a concerned Whitney helped her friend into the room. It had been a much more pleasant walk than he had expected. Lacey's guilt hadn't entirely dissipated, but she seemed to recognize how weird the situation had been. She spent most of the walk, thinking aloud about her plans to help Sean win Ramsey's heart. Focusing on the potential plans helped her push what happened to the back of her mind.

Crossing the first floor's central section, Sean heard a soft snore and stopped to look at the middle couch. Newt slept on the couch with a blanket covering him. Pausing, he considered waking his friend so he could head back to sleep in his bunk. Before he could decide what to do, a voice called out from the kitchen.

"Is that you, Sean?"

"Uh, yeah," he answered, unsure who had spoken.

"Why don't you let your friend sleep and come join me?"

Sean mentally shrugged and followed the man's voice over toward the kitchen. There Harvey Diamond sat on one of the stools. Sean felt surprised to see the older man eating ice cream.

"Why don't you grab some too, so I don't feel too bad for indulging myself," Harvey stated more than asked. "We have several different flavors in the freezer."

Sean thought it was a little too cold out for ice cream, but Mr. Diamond gave off a vibe that felt like the offer was more of a command. Looking over, he noticed the older man ate chocolate ice cream. True to his word, there were five different flavors to chose from. Pulling out the cookie dough carton, Sean turned to look for a bowl and spoon, only to be startled when he saw they were already sitting next to Whitney's father on the island. Harvey never moved after Sean entered the kitchen, which meant he had taken them out earlier as if he expected the teen. Oh, no! He's been waiting for me so he can talk about the hot springs incident.

Noticing Sean's surprised face, Robert answered the unasked question. "I saw you helping Lacey inside from the window," he motioned to the kitchen window. "I just got back from the Vandermeers, and I thought you might like to join me after a long day. Hmm, that's Whitney's favorite flavor."

"Uh, Lacey re-twisted her ankle. So I helped her get back here from the bunkhouse," explained a skittish Sean. Tension seemed to hang in the kitchen air.

"Yet, you came through the front door. Interesting."

"We, um, had trouble getting her down the stairs, so avoiding anymore seemed like a good idea," Sean lied.

"Well, that was quite chivalrous of you. I take it Austin had something else going on?"

"Yeah, he was, uh, passed out. I think he was still upset over the fight earlier," the teen explained.

"I hope the two of them have cooled down by morning. I prefer not to have any more furniture destroyed, nor have to deal with Austin's parents," the cabin owner remarked.

Sean wondered what issue Whitney's dad had with Austin's parents. Instead of asking, he brought up Jared's parents' displeasure. "Well, I don't think Mrs. Locketthrilled very happy to hear about another fight."

"Yes, Gabriela can be quite frightening at times," Harvey noted with a laugh. "How do you like your ice cream? It's from a little ice cream parlor up north. The place is a hidden gem."

"It's great," Sean answered honestly. "I thought it might be too cold to eat it, but I was wrong."

"I seldom indulge in it these days. When you get older, you have to watch your waistline," informed the forty-three-year-old man with a pat to his flat stomach. "I only have it either here at the cabin or when I'm concerned about something important. Today is a rare day where I find myself having it for both reasons."

Worried that he was part of the reason for Harvey's concern, Sean didn't want to ask what was the matter. Instead, the two men each ate several spoonfuls of ice cream until Mr. Diamond's blunt question broke the silence.

"Sean, what are your plans for my daughter?"

Sean never thought a person could **** on ice cream until this moment. After several coughs, Sean managed to clear his airway in order to talk. "No-nothing. I mean I she's got a boyfriend!"

"Having a boyfriend or husband doesn't matter to many men."

"Well, it does to me," Sean insisted, although his mind did wander to the fact that he had fingerbanged two girls, who had boyfriends, in one day. But those were crazy circumstances. I know that's a slippery slope way of thinking, but I wouldn't just go after a girl that was taken. "You don't have to worry about me, sir."

"Oh, it's not you that I'm worried about. I'm worrying more about Whitney's intentions towards you," replied Harvey, causing Sean to laugh at the absurd thought.

"I'm pretty sure Whitney doesn't even consider me an option. I'm not in the same league as her when it comes to dating," Sean stated while shaking his head.

"Yes, she said something similar earlier, but you have piqued some level of interest in my daughter. What that interest is, is what I'm curious about."

"I honestly don't know, Mr. Diamond. We're aren't friends, but Whitney has also never been mean to me. We usually only talk in school about our classes. She has been more friendly and teasing since I arrived, but I think maybe she's just trying to be a good host." Sean surprised himself by revealing that much, but Harvey seemed to have a way of extracting information.

"Yes, yes, Whitney's been taught over the years to be a good hostess, but this is more," the father responded before pausing a moment. "Frankly, I'm worried she has no male friends in her life that care about her. The guys that she is friends with just want to fuck her."

Sean had dreaded at the start of this conversation that it would turn to sex, but even he didn't expect Whitney's father to bluntly talk about men wanting to fuck her. Gulping, Sean tried to think of a way to respond. "I would never--I mean Whitney's...uh, a very beautiful girl...but I would never be friends with her just to find a way to have sex with her."

"Hmm, I think you wouldn't either. You're an interesting young man, Sean. Not many teenage boys have a girl for their best friend," noted Harvey. "That makes you special in a way."

"Um, I don't think I'm special, sir. Jared is close friends, maybe even best friends, with Bethany," an embarrassed Sean tried to point out.

"Jared likes to fuck around. Do you honestly believe that if he hasn't already had sex with this Bethany, then he secretly doesn't want to?" Harvey challenged Sean's point but didn't wait for an answer. "Do you want to have sex with your best friend? She is rather cute and busty."

Stunned by even the mere thought of him wanting to have sex with JoJo, Sean struggled for almost a full minute to get any words out of his mouth. "N-no! I would never--I've never thought of her that way. She's...JoJo!"

"And that is the difference between you and other men, Sean. I noticed your reaction to the kiss earlier and how you interact with her. Very few men in life can be around a beautiful young woman like her and care more about her than her body. That is unless they're gay, and I can tell that you're not that," Harvey explained to the still stunned teenager. "I don't expect Whitney ever to have a male friend treat her quite like you treat JoJo. I hope to be proven wrong someday."

Sean sat there, stone-like. He felt a slight wave of nausea after thinking of him and JoJo having sex together. That's just wrong. Never going to happen.

"You see, Sean, part of what has my mind distracted is over how Whitney views you. If she's attracted to you in a friendly way, then I would be happy. If she's attracted to you because she wants to corrupt and seduce a nice, young man, then I'm very concerned."

Why would Whitney want to corrupt and seduce me? Me? Oh, man, I think I'm getting a headache.

"Has Whitney ever mentioned her Aunt Demi to you?"

Sean's ended up shaking his head as his mouth couldn't form any words.

"I figured as much. My little girl is quite a nosy one, but even Demi's story, I think, has eluded her," remarked Harvey, interesting Sean further. "Demi is my father's sister. When she was your age, she was one of the most beautiful and desirable girls in all of Honey Hollow. A confident, take-charge kind of girl, who's view of herself was borderline arrogant. Some people found her to be a bitch. Sound familiar?"

Sean nodded.

"Much like Whitney, Demi had a fun-loving, wild side. Frankly, she loved sex. She loved it far too much. Add in her need for increasingly adventurous fun, and it led her to similar minded people. People who were no good for her. They saw her father's money and her body as equal draws. She didn't realize it, but she was in a perilous situation. One that likely would end with her ****."

"What happened?" Sean blurted out in fascination.

"Luckily for her, a young man entered her life partly by accident. A young man that you remind me of quite a lot. He had some interest in the men she associated with because of his job. They actually tried to have her seduce this man, but he turned her down more than once. Not to be too clichéd, but he saw her as a damsel in distress, who he needed to save. Which he did, and rather than accept her body as a reward, he accepted her friendship. A friendship that has lasted a lifetime."

"So you're worried that Whitney might turn into your aunt?" inquired the teenager.

"Not exactly. But they have many of the same qualities. As you can see, even an intelligent woman such as Demi can be drawn into a dangerous web by men and sex," Harvey responded. "That's why I hope Whitney can find a friend like my aunt did."

"Um, okay," mumbled Sean. Does he want me to be this guy? Does he want me to save Whitney from sleazy guys? "Whatever happened to your aunt, Mr. Diamond?"

"Demi had too many painful memories of the area. So to escape those demons, she moved far away. In her new home, she found love and happiness," revealed Harvey. "Well, that was a good talk. Tomorrow might be a busy day. If the weather holds up, we'll have ice skating. And we might have guests tomorrow night. I think it's time for you to head off to bed. Okay?"

"Uh, sure...thanks for the ice cream," Sean responded, confused by the abrupt end of the conversation. He left unasked his question over who the guest might be. After rinsing off his spoon and bowl, he made his way to the door only to be stopped by Harvey's final words.

"Actually, I believe you know Demi, Sean. Under her married name of Roca. Well, good night," the older man said, turning to walk down the hall to the den.

Mrs. Roca? My grandparents' friend? That kindly old woman is Whitney's sex fiend of an aunt? Wait...is grandpa the friend he mentioned? What the fuck! I'm so fucking confused, my head hurts. I need to go lie down.