She's not sleeping with Simon until Prom Night

Elizabeth hesitated, but ultimately decided I deserved to know: “She’s not sleeping with Simon. She wants to wait for prom night. Until then, she’s not gonna let him get any further than making out with her and maybe feeling her boobs.”

Stephanie had been such a nymphomaniac during our two weeks together, I couldn’t believe it. All my jealousy towards Simon suddenly evaporated and was replaced with a swell of sympathy. To actually have a girl like Stephanie, but not be able to do anything sexual with her? Prom was still two months away! By then, I was sure Stephanie would have poor this guy so wound up, he wouldn’t last more than two seconds.

“Why not?” I asked.

Elizabeth took my hand in hers, and quietly answered, “I think she’s still getting over you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Getting over me? Come on, that doesn’t even make sense, Elizabeth. I was the one that got dumped!”

“That’s because she’s liked Simon since forever. She wants to be with him, but just wanting to be with someone new doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss being with you. I know I do.”

Her gaze trailed down my body, and I saw the physical longing in her eyes; saw her flashing back to the handful of hot nights the two of us had shared with Stephanie. I took a step towards Elizabeth, comfortably draping my arms around her waist. She had to lean back to look up at me, unconsciously lifting those spellbinding tits of hers up towards my face.

“You know, you and I don’t have to miss that stuff,” I whispered back.

But she held her ground: “Yes we do. Until Stephanie has really fully moved on, we do. Or people will get hurt.”

I nodded, reluctantly letting her go, wryly thinking to myself that someone was already getting hurt—a certain part of my anatomy was hurting very, very much, thank you.

That night, under the admittedly false pretenses of needing help with some homework, I lured Talia up to my room...