A confession

“So I have something to confess.” Carrie looks sheepish, as sheepish as a nude, sweat glistening, sex maniac can conceivably look. “Remember when we were talking about being exclusive and I said I didn’t really believe in monogamy. But since you were such a great guy and had such an amazing cock, if you wanted, I wouldn’t fuck other guys?”

You do remember this. Partially because she was sucking on your balls at the time. So you nod, worrying that this is about to take a bad turn. There’s only one reason why someone would bring up their promise not to sleep with other guys and the word ‘confess’ at the same time.

Carrie maybe sees the worry on your face. “I haven’t. I haven’t fucked any other guys. Or sucked any off either. It’s not that.”

You feel a bit relieved. But suddenly you sense where this is going.

“No I took my promise very literally.” Carrie says. “Very.” She shoots you a smirk. She knows that you know what that means.

“You’ve been sleeping with other girls.” You say. To be honest, you’re not sure how you feel about that. Maybe it should bug you more than it does.

“Okay, not many” Carrie is actually kinda adorable trying to do sexual damage control.

“How many is not many?” You ask thinking you’ve been with Carrie 3 months but had that conversation maybe 6 weeks ago. You wonder, if the answer is not to your liking, would you leave her? Maybe you’d find a way to punish her. She’s probably like that.

Carrie wrinkles her nose and grits her teeth, sliding on her panties again. “Sssssseven?”

You shake your head. Okay, you can live with that. In fact you’re maybe most upset that she didn’t tell you sooner. You’d have asked her to regale you with tales of her latest conquest as you tucked. Damn, that would have been hot. Anyway, back to reality.

“So why are you telling me this?” You ask “what does this have to do with the virgin daughter of your co-worker.” When the probable answer slaps you in the face. You just have to think of reality like Carrie does, not like a normal person does. “Oh god, are you fucking your co-worker?”

“Not quite.” Carrie says. “I’m fucking her girlfriend.”

That takes a second to plant itself. Until you realize she doesn’t mean “girlfriend” like “friend” she means girlfriend like “lover.”

Your head spins a bit “So, what you’re telling me is...”

“My co-worker is a lesbian. She has a daughter and a girlfriend. The daughter is a virgin. The girlfriend is frequently in my pants.”

“Got it” You say. Or do you? “And this is relevant because?”

“Girlfriend wants a piece of the virgin too.” There it is. You knew you’d get to the point eventually. Not that you minded taking the long way round, staring at Carrie’s naked body as she confesses her sexual sins to you.

And you suspect there’s one more. “Did you promise the girlfriend you’d help her get the virgin before you promised her to me?”

Carrie winces. “I might have.”