Alison, Blushes and Explanations

Author's note: Hi, readers! Glad to be back writing this. Perhaps I'm getting in a groove again, and I hope the quality of writing stays high. Long chapter here, and more dialogue less action for a chapter. Yes, the plot is getting a bit porny. Shocking, on this site, right? If you enjoy, please leave feedback. It's what writers run on.

Connor whirled around, grabbing at the covers and pulling them up from the bottom of the bed to put something between his groin and the intruder. He immediately shifted to also putJoan behind the scanty shield. Connor didn't know whether to relax or get angrier when he saw that it was Alison, closing the bedroom door behind her as she stepped inside.

"Easy," she said, with a smirk on her face, "It's just me. No-one else here."

Neither of the lovers seemed reassured. Joan focussed on hiding herself from Alison's sight. Connor just sat staring at Alison as she shifted on the spot, pushing her hands deeper into the pockets of her hooded sweatshirt.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," she continued, "I didn't know that Connor here would be visiting, or that you two would be having such fun!"

Alison advanced and climbed onto the edge of the bed. Joan scrambled away, dragging the covers with her, while Connor just dropped his hands to his lap.

"Can you please give us some privacy then?" he asked, pointing at the door, "So we can get dressed? At least!" Connor turned to check on Joan, and reached out to touch her shoulder reassuringly. She hadn't said anything since Alison had appeared, or at least since she'd realised she was there.

"I think there's something urgent first. I'm so happy for you both," said Alison, "And that you're finally getting around to making her happy. Connor Jones, you've been leaving that poor girl pretty frustrated!" She sighed, smiled, and continued, "I want to check you're smart enough to be protected, though. Are you?"

Connor blushed, Joan blushed and actually hid her head under the covers, and Alison just pushed her glasses up her nose and stared them down.

"You've both got futures. College, you know. And I'm so happy you're finally enjoying each other. But don't mess it up and get pregnant, Joan!"

Connor shook his head, and reached out to stroke Joan's hair.

"It's ok. We haven't gone all the way or anything."

"But are you even on the pill, Joan?"

"Come on, you know I'm not," said Joan. It was the first time she'd spoken, and at the quiet, hurt tone of her voice Connor immediately moved to hug her. He wrapped his arms around her, only to realise he'd knocked the edge of the coverlet from her hands. Joan and Alison gasped together as both the lovers were exposed to Alison's gaze.

Connor felt the shock of both. Not just Joan tensing in his embrace, or the look on Alison's face. He sensed both. Like a sound he didn't hear with his ears, or just knowing. What shocked him in turn was that both were shot through with lust. He probed at Alison, concentrating and sensing not just her emotions, but an impression of her thoughts. Loneliness, lust, a twinge of jealousy, and more lust. He realised, with a start, that Alison was attracted to both of them. Wow.

The thought of Alison and Joan was enough to stall his brain out.