Head back inside

A million thoughts flooded through my brain as Lisa disappeared into the house.

Did we go to far? Even if we didn't we were about to. Right? What was too far? The rules were "whatever we're comfortable with on a first date". If we were comfortable having sex on a first date. If we were comfortable doing it on a first date, than we were within the rules, right? But was I comfortable having sex on a first date? I suppose I was if I was just about to. But it wasn't really a first date. Right? How did this all get so confusing so fast.

Did any of the other couples go... all the way? I wouldn't be surprised if Robert and Lauren did. I would normally have been surprised if Ariel did but she and Robert already did sleep with other people. Would Chelsea? And what if she did? I couldn't be mad at her.

I knew I had to tell Chelsea that Lisa and I would have gone all the way if that cop hadn't shown up. It might suck. She might not be happy. But she had to know. I took a deep breath and turned off the car.

By the time I got back inside, Lisa was already upstairs. She was sitting at the table next to Chris. Lauren, Liam and Robert were with them.

"There he is!" Robert shouted when I got to the top of the steps. "Did Lisa leave you unable to walk?"

I blushed and looked down at my feet.

"Oh, he could do more than walk," Lisa said.

"Ooh, how was your date?" Lauren asked.

"It was fun," Lisa replied. "Until the cops showed up."

A chorus of "what?!" rang out through the open third floor, some gasps, some shouts, some shrieks.

"Yea, uhh... it was a whole thing," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"What happened?" Lauren asked.

"We were in one of those lots near a beach entrance," I said. "It was dark and raining and nobody else was there. We were eating our dinner and, you know... talking and stuff." Everyone rolled their eyes, letting me know they knew what I meant by talking. "Then all of a sudden these lights flashed into our car and Lisa jumped off me and-"

"Jumped off you?!" Robert asked with a shit eating grin. My face continued to redden.

"And, uhh, yea," I stammered. "The cop knocked on our window and it smelled like fried food."

"Classy dinner!" Chris joked.

"Apparently the lots closed at 10. He kind of used that as an excuse to say our car smelled like weed and had us step out and patted us down. Then he looked inside the car real quick and left. Part of me thinks he was just using it as an excuse to be a dick and get us wet and to get his hands on Lisa."

"What a fucking asshole," Robert said.

"I don't know. I can't blame him," Chris said. Lisa smacked him hard in the shoulder. "Oh!" he exclaimed, rubbing the spot where she connected.

"Did he catch you guys naked?" Robert asked.

"We..."

"Had to put some clothes back on," Lisa jumped in. That elicited some ooh's and ahh's from the group.

"What about you guys?" I asked. "How was everyone else's dates?"

All of a sudden everyone got quiet.

"What, I'm the only one allowed to share?" I looked around. "Where's Chelsea by the way?"

"She was taking a shower," Lauren answered. "That was a while ago though."

I grabbed a water bottle and headed downstairs. When I entered our room, I found Chelsea in bed. The covers were pulled up to her chest. Just the tops of her shoulders were exposed along with the thing spaghetti strap of one of her nighties.

"Hey," I said. Chelsea didn't answer. She didn't even look at me. "Is everything alright?"

She continued to stare straight ahead. I couldn't quite get a read on whether she was angry, upset, or whatever else it might be. I slipped under the covers and sidled up next to her.

"Chels?" I said. "Is everything alright? Did you have a good time on your date?"

Silence.

"Did Chris treat you well?... Did he take care of you?... Did he hurt you in some way? Do I need to kick his ass?" Chelsea tried to suppress a laugh but an unmistakable puff of air escaped her lips.

"I guess I'll just have to go kick his ass then." I sat up but Chelsea grabbed my arm, full on laughing now.

"No, no," she said, pulling me back down next to her. "You don't have to kick his ass."

"So you enjoyed your night?"

"I did..."

"But?"

"I just feel like I enjoyed it, maybe a little... too much." She scrunched her eyes as if she didn't want to say the words.

Did they?

"What do you mean, too much? Did you guys... have sex?"

"No," Chelsea replied quickly.

Oh thank fucking God. I didn't feel right that I was happy about it, but I couldn't help it.

"But I really enjoyed it. It felt so... fresh. The whole night." Her words were coming out in bursts. "Going to a movie with someone new. Snuggling up next to him. Feeling him hold me. Kissing him. Feeling his hands on my body. Wondering where things were going to go instead of just knowing it was going to lead to sex. Seeing his cock for the first time. Feeling it in my mouth and tasting him and making him squirm and feel so good. Having him see me naked for the first time. Having someone new go down on me and make me cum. It was all so... I don't even know the word. It just felt... different. Like there was an uncertainty to it all because I didn't know how he would react and how I would react and how far we wanted to go and, and... I don't know, I'm just rambling but I also feel so guilty because why did I feel that way? I have you. And everything we have is exactly what I want so why did I want that too? Why did I enjoy it so much? I shouldn't feel that way. And if I do, I shouldn't have acted on it and-"

I cut her off with a kiss.

"Stop worrying," I said.

"But-"

I kissed her again.

"You weren't the only one who participated. I did too. And six of our friends. Was it a bit crazy? Yes. But we all understood what we were doing."

I paused, letting us both catch our breath then asked, "Do you love me?"

Chelsea nodded. "Yes."

"I love you. Do you want to be with me?" Chelsea nodded again. "I want to be with you. It's clear that we have some other urges but, even if we act on those urges, those two things will never change. I love you and I want to be with you. You love me and want to be with me. No amount of fooling around with our friends is going to get in the way of that. And that's what matters."

This time Chelsea kissed me, soft and sweet.

"So... do you want to hear about my date or do you want to tell me about yours. I guess you already-" Chelsea kissed me again. She rolled over on top of me, pressing her full weight to mine. Her breasts hung loose in her nightie, resting tenderly on my chest.

"You can tell me about it later," she said as she pulled my shorts down to my knees. My boxers followed, setting my cock free. It twitched as the cool, swirling air from the ceiling fan hit it. Chelsea reached down and grabbed it, pumping it a few times to get it to full hardness, the placed the head right at her hole. I shuddered as she lowered herself onto me, engulfing me in her heat.

"Tonight," she said, bringing her lips right next to my ear. "I just want to be me."