Enjoy dinner

As you sit next to Kendra, she asks her mother, “Where is Jeni?”

“She went out with some friends,” says Mrs. Ivers. “She had hoped to be back in time for dinner, but she called a little while ago and said they were delayed. She may not be back until late.”

You look down the table at Sarah, wondering how she is handling the decision to refrain from sex for the rest of the weekend. If she is having any difficulty with it, she shows no sign, as she chats with her mother about people you do not know.

“You know, Chet is has been talking about transferring to your school next year,” says Mr. Ivers.

You look, in surprise, at Chet, who finishes swallowing a big bite of burger, before saying, “Yeah, I am. I’ll get my gen. ed. requirements out of the way this year, and I might pursue my major course of study at a residential college.”

“What are you interested in studying?” asks Sarah’s father.

“I’m not entirely decided, but the more I hear about their experiences,” he says, gesturing toward Sarah, Kendra, and you, “the more I think that might be the place where I need to be.”

You suppress the grumble that you feel building up in your chest. “I’m just sure that’s what you think,” you say to yourself.

Your expression must be conveying what you are feeling, because Kendra reaches over and places a comforting hand on your leg. You look at her, and she gives you a reassuring smile and a wink.

You try to put your concerns out of your mind and focus on enjoying your dinner and conversing with the parents. In spite of all of the tension and worries, you actually manage to relax a bit and enjoy yourself. Much to your relief, when it is time to bid goodnight to Sarah’s parents, you realize that the evening actually went off without a hitch.

You even manage to relax your resentment against Chet, and as the two of you turn in for the night in the room you share, you actually find that you enjoy his company. If it hadn’t been for the wee bit of jealousy you still harbor about his designs on Sarah, he’d probably be the kind of guy who would become your friend.

You drift off to sleep, thinking good thoughts about how you successfully navigated a potentially-volatile series of circumstances, and you are optimistic about the rest of the weekend.

When you wake up, you realize that it is nowhere near morning. You glance at the clock and see that you have only been asleep for an hour or so. It takes you a moment to figure out why you are having difficulty sleeping; it has been a long time since you have had a bed completely to yourself. It has also been a long time since you have gone through the night without Kendra, Sarah — or, more likely, both of them — addressing the boner that you feel lifting your bedcovers.

Chet’s deep breathing on the other side of the room tells you that he is asleep. Even so, you feel uncomfortable jacking off with another guy so close. After a few minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to purge your horniness from your mind, you get up and walk to the next-door bathroom.

Not wanting to wake Chet, you move quietly and keep the lights off. It isn’t until you open the door to the bathroom that it even occurs to you that it might be occupied. The light from the room assaults your eyes, preventing you from immediately discerning the occupant. It is only when you hear, “Connor!” that you realize it is Sarah.

Embarassed, but not nearly as much as if it had been Mr. Ivers, you apologize, and start to back out. That’s when your eyes focus and you see what Sarah is doing. She is seated on the toilet, but she clearly is not using it for its intended purpose. Instead, her heels are propped on the edge of the seat, and her knees spread wide, as she furiously pumps a large dildo in and out of her cunt.

The sight stops you in your tracks.