Chapter 8

"Have these girls lived under a rock?" I asked Kayla.

She turned her head to me, still laying on the floor at my side, and gave me a look that told me she wished I hadn't said it.

The next thing I knew, Loren was kneeling between us. But she was focused on Kayla. I rolled over to look at Molly. She sat on the couch hugging her knees tightly to her chest, but her eyes were wide with wonder and the corners of her lips were tuned up ever so slightly. She looked both amazed and terrified at the same time. Then she caught me looking at her and blushed deeply; unable to hold my gaze, she looked towards Kayla and Loren.

I got up to sit back on the couch and realized Loren was talking to Kayla with a hand on her belly.

"Does it still feel good?"

"Well, I'm only convulsing just a little now. But yes. At least..." She was clearly still breathless. "At least, the memory of how awesome it felt is still fresh inside me. "

Loren leaned over to where Kayla's juices had spilled out onto the floor.

"Don't worry. I'll get it cleaned." I said.

Loren looked up at me and I could see the darting of her eyes as she looked down toward my still unclothed midsection and the immediate upward retreat to try not to stare.

Kayla finally sat up, still grinning stupidly, but beautifully. "Okay, girls, go get yours, come back, and we can talk about it."

Loren didn't quite jump, but got stood quickly. Molly was much slower, so Loren helped her to move faster in the direction of the stairs.

"What?" I said after they left.

Kayla smiled and began to put her previously removed pieces of clothing back on. "I bought some things," she said motioning to her lingerie. "And... I bought some things for them. I just want them to wear it while I talk to them in this to try to connect about it better."

This, on the surface, was logical. But I also knew this could be very problematic for me. "Well, then maybe I'll remove myself from the equation."

"No no. You're going to stay right there. Remember? Your presence is part of this."

"I don't know if I agreed to this though."

"So you don't want to see them like this or talk about it with us?"

"Kayla," I started, struggling for words. "That's... just... not a fair question!"

Kayla looked at me like I was an idiot. "Look, babe. We just did something awesome, and if I didn't misjudge it, we both enjoyed it very very much. But even without that, you and me are solid. Right?"

"Yes, absolut–"

"See, and I'm not afraid that some high school girl is gonna take you away from me just because she's cute and is impressed with you. Even if you think another girl is pleasant to look at, I know that you know that it isn't love. Not like we have. Is that fair of me, or am I wrong?"

I put up my hands, admitting defeat. Of course I wasn't opposed to seeing this, and of course she was right about that. "Totally fair. But I still think you might be a little on the side of being too open."

"Maybe that's true in general. But in this situation, it's my responsibly to help these girls. And if that means my boyfriend looks at them in lingerie and compliments them, it won't bother me."

"Okay, now I think we're on the same page– even if I'm slightly hesitant to be here."

She smiled. "Good. Oh, and when they come back–since you're not covered up– I won't get made if you get it up again." She winked. "I have this feeling that this is gonna make me feel like a proud mother or something."

Slow footfalls on the stairs marked the girls' return. And the slowness made me wonder if they were also in heels. It seemed too slow for hesitation alone.