GB96 - Carla's Way Part 7

Unsurprisingly, Destiny decides to stay the night.

Stef’s single bed makes for a tight fit for the three of you, and waking up to the feel of double morning wood has a predictable effect on her. This isn’t part of the plan, but there’s no graceful way out.

It does something for your confidence that Destiny is so into you and Stef that sweat, sticky bodies, and morning breath put no damper whatsoever on her horniness. Sandwiched between you and Stef, she’s fully in touch with her lust and not self-conscious at all. Some of that gets through you, and you’re able to lose yourself at least a little.

Stef is inside Destiny, but Destiny is facing you, vigorously jerking you off as you kiss her. Her hair is everywhere, in the way of the kiss, but that doesn’t slow her down. She moans into your mouth and you feel Stef’s hot, hoarse breathing on your face as you cum all over her belly.

It doesn’t end there; Destiny wants a turn with you as well, but Stef can’t let you have nice things. As you give it to Destiny missionary-style, Stef rubs her cock all over your face. You stubbornly refuse to give her a blowjob, so she switches to rubbing it all over your booty before jerking her load out on your back. It annoys you that the feel of her cum on your skin is what makes you unleash your own load inside Destiny.

The sex is good, but you can’t stay in a sticky pile forever. You’re all dehydrated, hungry, and you need the bathroom. That’s where the awkwardness sets in.

Even so, Destiny looks pleased and almost shy as she leaves.

You and Stef don’t talk as you shower together after. Wrapped in towels, you each wolf down a bowl of cereal. Then you pick up the big, yellow envelope from the kitchen counter and follow Stef upstairs.

She moves the fake plant that concealed the camcorder last night and pops the tape, which she puts in the VCR and rewinds. You kneel beside her in front of the TV in her room.

Destiny didn’t make this very difficult.

“We have to destroy this when we’re done. She’s sweet,” you tell Stef, who grimaces and nods. She rewinds the tape and takes it out, handing it to you. You uncap a marker and write on the label, then slip it into the envelope and seal it before getting to your feet.

Stef grabs your wrist.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

You hesitate. You can never be sure of anything. The real Stef can be impulsive, which can look like bravery. She can also be cowardly and insecure. If you’d left her alone, would she have done anything with those guns that she’d been cleaning? You don’t know, but there’s a chance. So you have to be sure. If you back off now, for all you know Stef will get drunk some night and go do something stupid.

Better to do it here and now, with your help. Stef can’t be trusted. You love her. But you can’t trust her to be smart.

“They’ll come for us,” she says. Her voice betrays nerves, not fear. “The second they see that.”

“That’s what we’re counting on,” you reply.