Talk to Rebecca

After that brief exchange of glances with Natalie, I felt slightly distracted an unable to focus on the task at hand. I couldn't exactly put a name to it, but I suddenly felt an urge to leave. I pulled out of Madison and showered her with a few generous spurts of semen. She didn't really register it because she had become engrossed in a private conversation with her boyfriend. I quietly excused myself and made to leave the kitchen. As I did so, I noticed that both Natalie and Ben had gone. As I realized, I felt my body give an ugly lurch as if I had just experienced a painful physical sensation. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, I went back into the living room to look for someone I could relate to.

There was no trace of Natalie or Ben in the living room, either. However, I was pleased to find Rebecca there, who was just fixing herself a drink from the bar. When she spotted me, she waved, filled up a glass for me and gestured me over to a couch in the corner. Her face was glistening with fresh semen -- she explained that Brock had chosen her for "birthday shots", and not the alcoholic kind.

"Did you see Natalie anywhere?" I asked her.
"No, I kinda thought she might be with you. I left her in the kitchen because I thought there was a spark between you and I sort of figured she might go talk to you, because I know for a fact you'd never approach her on your own."
"I dunno. I was talking to Jackson and Madison and sort of got carried away with Madison's asshole" -- Rebecca nodded sagely at this -- "and the next time I looked Natalie had Ben's dick in her mouth".
"Ugh, that d-bag. I don't know who even invites him to these things anymore, no-one can stand that guy! You're not telling me she left with him?"
"That's what I'm asking you! To be fair though, she didn't seem particularly interested in what he had to say. In fact, it looked like she was glad his dick was giving her an excuse not to talk to him..."

I noticed that Becca was staring at me intently. I knew this look, and it never meant anything good. If I didn't immediately change the topic, she would begin pestering me about my feelings and wouldn't lay off until I'd laid my innermost soul bare to her. To be fair, I actually loved her for this, because she was basically the only person in the world who could get me to talk about myself, and she almost always had good advice and never ever judged me on anything. Right now, however, I hadn't the faintest idea why I suddenly felt so uncomfortable and decided I wasn't ready for one of Rebecca's therapy sessions.

Rebecca was lying on the couch next to me with her legs resting on my lap, so I absentmindedly slid two fingers into her pussy.
"So, meet anyone interesting lately?" I asked her, hoping she'd take the hint.
"You mean, apart from Natalie?" she grinned and, when she saw my look, hastily added, "alright, alright, I get it. To answer your question, no, not really, at least nothing that's worth telling. There was this one kinda cute guy who grabbed me at the bus stop and dragged my pants down the other day, but he was seriously shy. Like, shyer than you. I kept trying to make smalltalk but he just bent me over and pretended he couldn't hear me. I seriously thought of posting on that dweeby missed-connections thingy but in the end I thought 'You bent me over and fucked me without talking to me' might not do much to narrow things down. So I basically thought 'Fuck it, any guy who just wants to jizz in my face without even giving me the time of day is not worth my worries'. And that's it as far as my nonexistent love life is concerned. Though, come to think of it, when they were giving me Brock's birthday shots, Josh kinda seemed ... enthusiastic? It was weird but he kept looking me straight in the eye while he was jacking off on me. I might have to corner him later and **** him to buy me a drink or something."

While she was telling me this, she had shifted her position on the couch to allow me to finger her more easily. We had gotten so good at this that she was able to work her moans perfectly into the conversation without having them interrupt what she was saying. Meanwhile, I didn't even have to consciously think about what I was doing as my fingers automatically found the spots that I knew would generate the most pleasure for her. She was returning the favour by gently stroking my dick with one foot, something which also seemed to come naturally to her and required no concentration on her part.

"Sooo ..."
"Yes?"
Rebecca gave me a coy smile and wiggled around on my finger for a while without saying anything.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Do you ... fancy seeing Nat again?"
I must have involuntarily clenched my hand, causing Rebecca to flinch and give out a little yelp. I had absolutely no idea what to say.
"Only we were going to go to that BBQ place on Saturday and then maybe clubbing after. That's Natalie, Maya, and me, plus I think Brock and Josh are also coming. I was going to ask you anyway but I wanted to stress that Nat'll be there, ya know? Just in case you were planning on being antisocial again," she blurted out, her foot kneading my dick stronger than was strictly necessary.
"Uh, sure, that sounds great," I said, slightly apprehensive about what Becca was getting me into but also feeling quite pleased with myself for spontaneously agreeing to a social outing, which was not usually my strong suit.
"Awesome! Just be there at nine and bring your best smile, doofus."