Burning questions

“FUUUCK…” Dante groan-shouted, breaking the momentary silence.

Then he palmed the sweat from his forehead into his hair and took in a breath, still blissfully ignorant of the tension in the room.

“Noah, bro.” Dante said, “that was crazy. Never shared a girl before, man— YOU have let her suck your dick… It was like heaven. You know, I’ve never cum from head before?” He clapped Noah’s bare shoulder with a heavy hand.

Jillian’s eyes were on Noah, completely ignoring the spectacle Dante was making.

Dante reached between them, absently grabbing the bottle of lube that was sitting on the bed.

Noah’s mouth was dry. The awkwardness of it all was gnawing at him. He wanted to snap, to say something, to scream. It was still too difficult to think. He still felt ill. He was still picturing his cum oozing out of her. All his efforts searching for this condom was completely pointless. It was worse than it would have been, because now she fucked who-knows-how-many others before him.

Dante wasn’t concerned at all. He eyed Jillian as he uncapped the bottle of lube. “Do we get to go again?” He asked, hopefully.

He grabbed his fading erection, carefully shaking the bottle of lube, before aiming it at his bare cock and squeezing, and he massaged in the clear ribbons of fluid as it pour out.

“Never done anal before… no joke,” Dante added, “if we get started quick, I can go again,” he said grinning a little too wide.

He looked at Noah, nodding to himself. “That shit LOOKED good, man.”

“You’re not saying anything?” Jillian finally asked turning to Noah, before Dante could finish lubing up his cock.

It wasn’t apologetic. It had that soft, melodic inflection, like she asking him about dinner, not the voice of someone who let a parade of strangers have their way with her, while her boyfriend was downstairs looking for condoms.

Noah blinked, his throat dry. He tried to speak, but his mouth wasn’t syncing up with his brain. The words stuck in his throat, heavy and too solid to move.

“You’re just gonna act like this is all normal?” He finally managed, each word tumbled out slow and clumsy.

Dante’s eyes flickered between their faces. He looked startled at first, then awkward and sheepish, “—I mean… bro? Maybe not normal.” Dante agreed. Still oblivious.

“I still wanted try out some of that ass though… as long as she says were cool to go again?” Dante smiled.