He escapes into the kitchen so he doesn't have to listen anymore

I went to the kitchen to clear my head with a cold glass of water, scowling at my own cock for being so damn hard for no damn reason.

As I reclined against the counter and tried to relax, I heard the door to Rachel and Talia’s room creak open, and peeked my head out to watch as Talia tip-toed across the living room in my direction.

My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that I could tell she’d scrubbed off her makeup for the night, and her usually luxurious raven hair had been mussed by a pillow—but thanks to the radiant smile on her face, Talia looked as gorgeous ever. It didn’t exactly hurt that she still had on those stretchy blue shorts and that sexy shredded t-shirt.

“Can’t sleep?” she whispered. I just nodded noncommittally.

“Me neither. I’ve been dying for a drink of water for like an hour now, but it felt so nice having Rachel laying in bed with me, I wanted to wait until she was asleep before I got up.”

For a moment, I felt a self-absorbed stab of bitterness. I was jealous of what the two of them had with each other.

I quickly shook it off. Talia was a great girl, and she deserved to be happy. She reclined against the kitchen counter, quietly sipping her glass of tap water in the dark. After a moment of silence, Talia excitedly whispered:

“She asked me to prom.”

“Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but the thing is, if I go with her as my date, it means I’m gonna have to tell my parents that—that I don’t just like boys.”

I watched as a million conflicting emotions zipped across her exquisitely beautiful face in the span of a few seconds.

“Are you ready for that?”

Talia took a long sip from her cup and nodded, clearly more than a bit anxious about the prospect of coming out to her somewhat old-fashioned parents. But then she broke out into a spontaneous fit of giggling so loud that she had to cover her mouth to hush the sound.

“What’s so funny?”

She looked up at me, whispering in the darkness:

“Nothing. I’m just so happy! I feel happy to be me. Not worried, or freaked out about what I’m doing with my life, or any of that stuff. I always felt like I was kind of crazy—“

“You are kind of crazy.”

Talia just rolled her eyes and kept talking:

“But I don’t feel like that anymore! It’s like, there was always this random servo or whatever inside of me that wasn’t clicking into place, and it drove me up the walls. The first time I kissed Rachel, that servo finally clicked.”

You ever realize how some girls are most beautiful when they’re angry? And some girls are most beautiful when they’re sad? For some, it’s when they’re sleeping. Or laughing. Or right on the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm.

For Talia, it’s when she’s happy. And at that moment, she was the most beautiful she’d ever been. I found myself gazing into the two most hypnotic eyes on the planet.

“And she’s so pretty! Don’t you think?”

I just nodded, “No, Talia, I think she’s gorgeous. I think you’re both gorgeous. And I think you’re even more gorgeous when you’re together.”

She blushed and looked away—dropping her gaze to the iron bar tenting my shorts.

“You know,” she whispered, “I felt kinda bad about this morning, leaving you all horny and unattended after we put on that show for you in the car. We hadn’t planned it or anything, and afterwards I just felt like it had been unfair to you.”