Just the essential

"I really don't know how to start ..." You sigh avoiding to look at her.

"I'll help you out. You like Miranda. A lot. You say you're in love with her, but you're not her boyfriend, because?"

" ... i just confessed my feelings to her tonight."

"And? That can't be all of it, can it? I mean, you walked her home so she didn't turn you down, right?"

"No, she didn't turn me down, we ... kissed."

You try to read her reaction to you revelation, but she seems far more taken by her own lucubration.

"So, if your love confession was a question, her reply was 'yes' ... This means that you actually got together tonight."

You stare, not knowing why, bothered by her stament.

"It's not that simple ..."

"So the problem comes form you ..." She continues, more talking to herself than to you.

"T-That's not fair, i mean you can't just blame my for having doubts after what she has done ..." You blurt out.

"Oh, finally we got to the core of the problem. Tell me, come on." She presses you.

"If you don't tell me, either you think Miranda is not worth the effort to try to solve this problem, or you're lying." She adds defiantly raising an eyebrow.

You shake away the tought that Cat looks like exactly how would be Miranda if she had Sarah's boobs and pour some coffee in a clean mug.

"I'm not very sure i should tell you this Cat." You sigh serving her the hot drink and sitting in front of her.

"Why? Because i'm her mother? Do you really think you could say something that would shock me? I know my daughter better than you."

She looks amused by your qualms.

"Ok, ok ... let's say she did something ... with someone else."

"Before or after you confessed her?"

"Before." You hiss, quite irritated by this request of an irrelevant specification.

"So what's the problem then?" She asks stretching back on the chair, yawning.

The hems of her jacket fall back open, exposing to your eyes what you only had a glimpse of.
A wondrous body.
Her flat and quite muscular belly really stands out under the perfectly round and symmetrical canopy of a pair large breasts.
Little does the thin, white fabric in concealing the dainty, small nipples garnishing them, stiffened by the cold night air.

"It's not that simple ..." You gulp, guiltily looking away.

"You like her, do you? And she likes you too. She didn't betray you, right? How could it be more simple than that?"

You feel again your irritation growing at her attempt to simplify your situation.

"What's that truly bothers you? Come on tell me ..."

You turn back to her.
She's now glaring at you, gorgeously inquiring, with her arm crossed on her chest.

"I ... i don't know ... i mean, i got a crush for her so long ago that i barely rember liking anyone else and ... i thought she was like ... unreachable. And then, the night i'm trying to make a move on her, she decides to play this stupid game ..."

"What game?"

" ... just and stupid idea our friends had ... Dares in the hat ..."

"Sounds tricky... What was it about?"

You pause and look at her.
Cat seems almost to be trying to get you angry on purpose, why so, you wonder ...

"We got to pick names out of an hat and dare the person to do something ..."

"Something? Something sexual?"

"Yeah ... i mean, it wasn't expressly stated at first, but it should have been clear that sooner or later it could have ended like that." You groan putting your face in your hands.

"So this other guy dared her to do something with him,i take it?"

"Yeah ... no, i mean it was all my fault. I dared him to do something and to get back at me he decided to involve Miranda."

"Hmm, so he didn't actually like her?"

"No ... i mean, i can't be sure ... he swears he likes another girl ... and that's part of the reason he wanted to get back at me ... Aaah, it doesn't matter!"

"Let me judge.What did you do in the first place?"

"I-I was just playing the game ..." You try to justify yourself.

"I touched his crush's boobs." You add compelled by Cat's raised eyebrow.

"And that's all?"

"Maybe i got carried away a little and touched some other ... things."

"What about Miranda? Weren't you already in love with her?" She asks sarcastically.

"I know it did wrong, i was pretty excited and ... we all were, the game was getting hot. I mean, how am i the one under process now? Miranda is the one who gave a blowjob to my best friend." You blurt out overheated.

Cat's remains speechles and surprised, but you don't understand if it's cause of you revelation or you sudden brust out.
You got carried away, that's for sure, or you wouldn't have revealed all this details.

"So it was Matt, right?" She asks after you had the time to calm down.

You nod and get up to get yourself some of that coffee.

"But it was part of the game, right? And you still handn't confessed her ..."

You turn around glaring at her.

"No, it wasn't part of the game, it was Miranda's own brilliant idea, she should have had only to show him her ... intimate parts, so that he could ... masturbate." You finish the sentence giving up to the last reserve you had.

Cat's cover her mouth with her hand and for a moment you really think to have shocked her.
But that' what she wanted, right?

"She didn't have to do that, she ... offered it to Matt to avoid having to show it to him becuse they were alone, locked up in a bedroom upstairs, so she even cheated the game ..."

"H-How did you know about this then? " She asks after mumbling by herself something that sounded like "You kids surely don't know how to have fun...".

"That idiot sent me a video of Miranda giving him the blowjob ..."

For a moment Cat seems really out of words.

"John, dear, i' sorry ... i can only imagine the pain."

"You want to know the irony? He started to shoot that video to hurt me, as he didn't get to do his dare in front of everyone, but he actually sent it to me because when she told him she couldn't go on, she confessed him her feeligs for me ... So in the end, he wanted to do me a favour."

You watch Cat as she's setting in motion her brain to understand the dyinimc of the events.

" ... so you recived this video in which you first saw her blowing you best friend and she stops and says she can't go on because she likes you?"

You dont' reply and turn to the sink offering her your back. There's no point in nitpicking the detalis, she knows what matters.

"... that's ... i don't know how what to say, John. I understand your confusion."

Her voice sounds genuinely mortified, and closer than you rembered.

Suddenly you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder and mechanically turn around, finding yourself between Cat's open arms, sinking in the soft warmth of her hug.

"I-I know she didn't do anything behind my back and that i should just be happy that the girl of my dreams likes me, but i can't ignore what's happened." You stutter after a while feeling suddenly miserable.

"It's ok, John. At last we got to the core of the problem. Now, do you want to fix it?" She wispers backing off from you.

You simply nod, overwhelmed.