The new normal

The next few days are hell. You and Neha missed each other terribly, and had to hold firm in the face of your parents' bafflement. They could not understand why we were doing this, especially since it was clearly making both of us very unhappy. We hadn't yet posted anything on social media, but as Neha told me on our secure chat, she'd told Sarah - but only much the same that you'd told Armand. Sarah also sent you a brief note of commiseration, but while she'd always liked you, she also always felt Neha could do better. And so, life slipped into a new normal, with your parents on tenterhooks, waiting for their respective unhappy teenagers to explode.

It would be tempting if you and Neha could spend time talking in secret. But you need to sell the idea of separation convincingly, and if you spent all your time locked up in your rooms chatting, things would start looking suspicious. To that end, on that last Friday, you and Neha finally made it known on social media that you were on a break until July. Grudgingly, you had to admit she'd get a lot more attention than you would.

To make up for it, Sarah had decided to take Neha for a night out in NearCity - the seedy metropolis nearby - on Saturday. You'd been invited to a couple of house parties, which you would attend and drink heartily. Your real role would be a trip to Selene's enigmatic emporium on Sunday.

The party on Friday was alright - you were able to snag a lot free drinks, though you paid for them by having to fend of questions like but you guys were the sweetest couple, you were going to rule the world! and the like. On Saturday, you got your first gut punch.

You had decided not to go to another party - you were still, quite frankly, recovering from your escapades - when you received a ping from Sarah's private social media account. There was a picture, captioned with "Girls Night Out!" of Sarah and Neha, grinning widely, ready to go out, dressed to the nines. Sarah's wearing a short, white dress, but Neha makes your throat catch. She's wearing a see-through mesh shirt over a lacy black bra you haven't seen before, and a very short skirt. The bra is very sexy, and makes the most of Neha's pert breasts. You are instantly hard.

You have to wait for another hour for the next picture. This time, Sarah and Neha are mashed together, making duck-faces at the camera, outside 'Slice', a trendy looking nightclub. The angle of the camera gives you a very generous view of their cleavage. The next picture, which Sarah uploads just minutes later, shows them in the club. They are definitely not underdressed. The decor at the club is almost futuristic, with squid made of light swirling aimlessly near the ceiling. The next pic is of Sarah, confidently flirting with the bartender. You have to wait half an hour until you get the next pic, ominously captioned 'Rebound?'

The pic is of Neha, dancing with her back to a tall man with short dark hair. Her arms have snaked up behind her to wrap around his neck, her head tilted back to press against his neck. One of his hands is placed possessively over her stomach, holding her body to his. Her ass is clearly pressed against his crotch. You can tell they're both enjoying themselves greatly. You get hard again, and your stomach roils with jealousy. But you can't deny that you're also horribly aroused, and start stroking yourself, looking at the picture.

Another picture comes after a short break. This time, she's sitting on the man's lap, head tilted back, laughing at something he's whispering in her ear. The roiling intensifies, and so does your arousal.

You have to wait a while for Sarah to post something else, but when she does...

This time, it's a video. Someone else is holding the phone, and the focus is on Sarah and Neha. Neha's see-through top is off, leaving her only in her lacy black bra, and one of the straps of Sarah's dress is off her shoulder. They're giggly and drunk. Sarah drunkenly explains they're doing body shots. She goes to Neha, and then puts a line of salt from her collarbone to the fabric of the bra, close to Neha's nipple. Neha then takes the shot glass, full of what you assume is tequila, and places it between her breasts, secured by the band. She also allowed Sarah to put a slice of lime in her mouth. You watch, heart pounding, as she leans back against the table, and Jarrett (whose name you hear in the video), approaches her. Her eyes are seductive and inviting... she's enjoying this. He places his hands on her waist, and bends down and slowly licks her, from her bra cup to her collarbone. He then kisses down her cleavage, buries his head between her breasts, and takes the shot, hands free, before deftly plucking the lime wedge out of her mouth with his teeth. You are rock hard, and stroking yourself, but the video's not finished. You fast forward past Sarah's turn, until you see Neha and Jarrett come into the view of the camera again, this time hand in hand. It's Neha's turn to take a shot. Jarrett unbuttons his shirt confidently, and accepts the lime wedge from Sarah, before sprinking salt liberally down his very fit torso. He then lowers his pants a bit, and fits the shot into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Neha, though clearly drunk, wastes no time, and saunters to her beau with surprising grace. Immediately, she starts kissing, and licking down his torso until she's on her knees in front of him, looking up at him with her big, soulful eyes. She deftly took the shot in her teeth, before downing it with a whoop, and claiming her lime wedge from his mouth. Jarrett wastes no time either, picking her up by the waist and kissing her, and something breaks within you. She responds to this enthusiastically by wrapping her legs around his waist, and letting him support her by her ass. They stumble over to the nearest couch, where Neha's straddling her man, lips locked, and grinding her crotch against his. His hands paw at her ass and breasts, and you enjoy the show until a disgruntled Sarah grabs the cameraman's attention again. You come mightily. And the jealousy roars back, and you feel as though you've just gotten pneumonia, feverish and sickly.

Thankfully, only 15 minutes later, you get another picture - this time, Sarah and Neha are in an autocab, and Neha has her mesh shirt back on. It's captioned "Wild Night, and earned some digits! Left some bois disappointed, but left them with presents!"

***

Later, after you fall asleep, you're awoken by the ring from the special messenger you set up for you and Neha.

N: Do u hate me?

You: Never, I love you. But that was rough

N: Im sorry. We took moly and i lost control. i feel like shit and i miss you so much adn it helped me 4get

You: its ok. I get it. and you were so hot

N: I was crazy

You: i know. it was hot. it was horrible. but thers a silver lining tho.

N: what

You: This sells the separation. theyll do something now

N: is that all you care about?

You: i'm fuckin this up. i felt like shit, i felt horny, i felt crazy, i felt sick, i felt like dying when i saw the vid. but if we put all that aside. selene and co, if they find it, will buy the separation.

N: can u put it aside

You: no. but thats on me.

N: I love u so much

You: i love you too. go to sleep, you need it