Yes, he comes clean

During lunch, Talia and I revealed to the others that we had hooked up. Most of the other girls shrugged it off as “one of those things,” but Stephanie got very quiet.

“You okay, Stephanie?” Talia asked, genuinely concerned. “Are you mad at us?”

“No! Of course not,” was the reply. But she faltered, reluctantly correcting her response to, “I guess maybe I’m a little mad. A little jealous. But I’ll be okay. I’ve got no right to be, I just wasn’t… expecting it.”

I draped an arm across her shoulders and her eyes turned pink. I promised her, “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I just needed some—uh, well, I just needed some.”

Talia blushed, adding, “Me too.”

For a long time, Stephanie didn’t make a sound. My insides tied in knots. Then she finally smiled and said, “You know, it’s weird, but part of me is actually relieved? I was carrying around all this guilt about breaking things off with you, so it’s sort of a weight off my shoulders. I’ll be okay.”

I thought that would be the end of the fallout from my sexy evening with Talia, but there was one more moment, later that day, that really threw me for a loop. When Amy and I finished our after-school run, my hot redheaded buddy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back and whispered, “Two down, three to go, stud.”

“Hold on—What?”

“First Stephanie, now Talia. Two down, three to go.”

“It’s not like that,” I insisted.

Amy just laughed, “What do you mean, ‘it’s not like that?’ You expect me to believe you don’t dream about fucking each and every one of us? I bet you jerk off thinking about one of us every single night.”

No! I thought. Well, technically yes, but...