He tells her the truth.

I was going to say that everything was fine, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the truth just started pouring out of me. I told her about my conversation with Simon as we packed my truck, and my brief conversation with Stephanie following that. I told her about what I was hearing in the room beside me, how that made me feel. I told her that I was still in love with Stephanie, or at least what I though was love, even though I wished that I wasn't, and how fucked up that made me feel. For about ten minutes, she sat beside me and listened as I unburdened my soul.

We sat in silence when I was finished, the sounds of literal crickets chirping in the background. She slowly put her glass down on the coffee table before lifting one leg over my lap, straddling me on the couch as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and enveloped me in a tender hug.

"I'm so sorry, Ian," she whispered in my ear. "But thank you for telling me. You don't have to deal with this alone."

I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her tightly as I took a deep breath and sighed. We sat like this for a while, listening to each other breathe, until I suddenly felt her hips slowly rock against mine, her crotch grinding against my still-rock-hard cock. She giggled into my ear and whispered, "I was wondering what that was. Good to know I still do it for you."

I began to sputter an apology before her soft palm pressed across my lips, which felt all the more erotic given our current positioning. She shushed me with a chuckle before whispering, "It's fine. Nothing to get excited about... although that isn't quite the right word, is it?"

She didn't remove her hand from my mouth, gazing down at me with those dark almond-shaped eyes. She bit her lower lip before she began to gently grind her crotch against my cock, making me moan softly into her hand. Talia began to purr, slowly closing and reopening her eyes before whispering, "That feels nice. I may be into girls but I do enjoy the feel of a nice dick against me. I hope you don't mind."

I merely shook my head softly as she removed her hand from my mouth and let it slide down to my chest. I suddenly became aware of her hard nipples poking the fabric of her shirt as I began to breathe slowly and heavily.

"I really enjoyed watching Corrine suck you off earlier," she cooed. "It got me more than a little turned on... and jealous. I'm used to Corrine just being a tease and not following through with anything, but oh boy did she follow through..."

She pressed herself against me, the fabric of her shirt serving as the only barrier between us, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "I have to be honest... I wanted nothing more than to crawl over the seat and make Corrine share." She clearly felt my cock pulse as she said this, making her giggle. "I knew you'd like that."

At this point me hear was hammering in my chest as I began to breathe heavier and heavier. My hands seemed to work with a mind all their own as they slid down her back and cupped her ass, making her moan softly into my ear as I gave each cheek a gentle squeeze. I suddenly came to my senses, squirming beneath her as I sputtered breathlessly, "Nonono, Talia... We... we can't do this..."

She wasn't deterred by my hesitance, and if anything became more insistent. "Relax, sweetie, it's okay. Rachel and I talked about this."

I stopped trying to get her off of me and went still, gazing up at her hypnotic eyes as she continued to slowly grind against me. "W-wait.... what... what did you two talk about?"

"Like I said," she whispered, "I was really turned on by watching Corrine blow you, and... well, Rachel and I talk about these kind of things, since she knows that I go both ways. Turns out that she was really turned on, too, but then again, she did get to cop a feel of Corrine's ass. Anyway, we were talking, and she could see how worked-up I was getting by it, so to add to the list of reasons why she's so awesome and I fucking love this girl, she told me that he was okay with it as long as you were..."

My head was spinning, trying to fathom what she was trying to say to me. It was like I knew in the back of my mind but I just couldn't bring it to the front. Why can't girls just say what they mean and be direct instead of talking around the subject and making guys figure it out? It just isn't fair, especially when blood-flow isn't exactly going to the big brain, so to speak.

"O...okay with what?" I asked.

She chuckled softly, leaning in so our noses touched, her lips inches from mine as she whispered, "I think you know."

I found myself lost in her eyes, yet I became aware of her arms crossing between us. She leaned in, her lower-lip just grazing mine before she leaned back and pulled her shirt up over her head in one motion. Holding the two ends of the shirt in her two hands, she brought it behind my head, her arms pressing her breasts together before me in an enticing fashion.

"So... are you okay with it, Ian?"