Sex with Bernie's neighbor, the cheerleader.

Gary read Bernie's note once more, and thought about that afternoon. Bernie had been watching him. He was lucky she hadn't thrown the door open at that moment and confronted him right then. Bernie obviously was more deeply devoted him than he thought. He wondered if she wasn't angry or jealous at all, but mostly turned on. He knew he was at the thought of her watching him have sex with her neighbor.

The postscript read, "P.S.: Mom says it's OK to do it at our house."

Gary looked up at Bernie's mom Joyce, nude and slightly sweaty from her recent self-supplied orgasm. She looked back at him with an even, friendly gaze.

"Oh," he said.

"You know Gary, if you're going to have multiple partners you really should tell Bernie." Joyce said. "And if you plan on continuing to do so you need to be careful, and use protection. Alright?"

Gary nodded his agreement.

Joyce continued, "And if you find that Heather Mills wants to have sex with you again or you with her, come over here, you can use the spare bedroom. After all it is just next door. I just ask that you're sensitive to Bernie's feelings."

Joyce sighed, blew a lock of hair from out of her eyes, and spoke with a slight tone of was it surprise or disapointment? "I really find it quite extraordinary that Heather had sex with you Gary. I've tried for the past two years to get her to join some of our sessions here, but her parents don't approve. And I'm sure that if her parents knew that you were having intercourse with their 18 year old, class president and cheerleading captain daughter they'd be less than pleased."

Gary looked down and then back at Joyce, "I don't think she'd be very likely to want to have sex with me at your house. I don't even think anything like that will happen again."

He considered for a few moments, and then added, "Or did you want me and Bernie to have a three-way here, so you could watch us?"

"I think you know the answer to that, Gary." Joyce replied.

Gary's thought drifted back to that day.