Closer than you'd like

The next week was fairly uneventful for the three members of a club only they knew existed. They continued to slide in and out of each other’s bodies on a whim, of course, but everything seemed to have settled into a comfy rhythm, at least for the moment. They went to school, they snoozed through classes. They made it out, they found some privacy, they fucked like rabbits. Then they went home and stayed up messaging each other new pictures to put on their private little gallery. Even in her next two lessons with Mr Chambers, Stacy found herself much less put upon than usual. It was as if the man had suddenly become shy around her. They went round Mark’s house a few times too, but didn’t want to make it seem suspicious or intrude upon Ms. Jay more than they already had. For her part, the erstwhile den mother seemed to have adjusted remarkably quickly, dropping any sense of misgivings they might have felt from her at all, as if she had just decided not to have any. She would quite happily chat along with Stacy as one of the boys was sliding his way in and out of her. The teenage girl found herself surprisingly happy to have someone mature she could discuss all this with. The older woman was always coming out with strange and erotic tales from her own youth, growing up in a town and time where such things were considerably less frowned upon it would seem. ‘I remember those Mayflower days…’ she would sigh, wistfully, never really explaining what the phrase meant.

That was until one wednesday, when in her last class of the day Stacy suddenly received a text from Peter: ‘We need to meet up after class. On the way into town. Something serious.’ Blunt but mystifying, as always. Stacy wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, Mark had band practice that day anyway… so of course she was going to meet up with Pete. What had changed? She hurried out of school as soon as the bell ring and yet still found the lanky boy shuffling nervously waiting for her.

“Oh, Stace! It’s all my fault! I forgot he knew my… I didn’t think he’d find… It’s all my fault!”

Stacy had to grab hold of her friend and squeeze him for a few seconds, just to get him to slow down and explain.

“Shh, Pete. Shhh. What’s the matter? Who found what?” She rubbed his back affectionately. Whatever it was, she didn’t think anything should shake her normally tall, stoic lover so…

“My brother! He’s the one who found our website! He ‘borrowed’ my laptop while we were out at Mark’s the other day. I’ve never really had a reason to hide my password from him before. He’s shown the photo’s to all his shithead friends… It’s all my fucking fault!”

Stacy found herself surprisingly calm at the news. Pete’s brother… Terry. He was an odd one, different from Peter but still, odd… she’d never felt any malice from the older boy. He was happy enough to sneak them in during his after school job at the cinema, had always ruffled her hair encouragingly and handed over free popcorn. Still… she knew there was a wedge between those brothers, instated by their mother. Precious Terry went to a highly-regarded, all boys, private school; up on the hill. Which catered for the brightest… or richest of the town all the way up to college level. Terry had won a scholarship, just like his father… and Peter had of course also been in line to… but… Pete had mysteriously failed his entrance exam, just before this school year started… just after Stacy had met the gruesome twosome. Their mother blamed Stacy, or Mark, or whoever else she could. Pete himself was unshakably quiet on the issue, but his two best friends got the distinct impression that this was something he’d decided himself. A silent rebellion. A choice he’d made. While Terry… Terry had always seemed supportive but, disappointed. Stacy got the impression he had a hard time at that school, just like she did. She supposed he’d probably just been hoping for an ally among the crowds. She liked the guy, she felt he was everything a big brother should be… while this. This felt totally out of character.

“He wants to meet up.” Peter had calmed down a little now, but his voice sounded wounded and beaten down.

“What?”

“After I found out it was him… and confronted him about it… He said he wanted to talk to you about it… in private. Else he’ll tell our Mom… Show HER the pictures…”

Stacy naturally shuddered at the thought of THAT woman in particular seeing her most… intimate… moments. Now that would be a life ending turn of events. Yet still… she couldn’t quite believe that this was the same Terry that was threatening to blackmail them. It just didn’t fit the view of him she had in her head. However, the cards had been laid out. It would seem the only thing to do was see which way they fell.

“Okay then… Where? When?”

Peter looked utterly dejected… as if he had secretly hoped she had some other miracle answer to this that even a genius like he hadn’t thought of.

“At the cinema… now.”