To visit Talia for moral support

I’m not sure why I went to Talia’s house instead of my own after school that day. I guess I subconsciously figured her manic energy would take my mind off my disappointment over Stephanie. Talia’s mom greeted me and waved me inside, where I headed upstairs into my friend’s bedroom.

Talia had not been expecting company.

She was stretched out on her bed, Crystal Method blasting on full volume while she frantically fingered herself (it was the nineties, remember). Her eyes were scrunched shut in rapture and her back arched rigidly, those perky C-cup breasts heaving beneath a thin silk camisole. She was naked below the waist, revealing her deliciously squeezable ass, a small patch of jet-black pubic hair, and three slender fingers pounding away furiously inside her swollen pink pussy.

I froze—caught—unable to tear my eyes from the explicit sight before me. She was so caught up in her own pleasure, Talia hadn’t even noticed that I was there. She came hard, legs shaking, hand glistening with her own natural lubrication. Still rubbing herself, Talia finally opened her eyes and saw me standing there, staring at her. She yelped in fright, hurriedly covering up with a sheet.

“I’m sorry!” I blurted out, “I just wanted to hang out. I didn’t know you’d be—uh—like that.”

Talia turned bright red and shouted for me to shut the door. A second later she opened it back up, now dressed in a tiny pair of pajama shorts that barely covered her ass. Modesty was relative where Talia was concerned.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” she giggled, giving me a quick hug to show there were no hard feelings. “I could have sworn I locked my door. I haven’t been myself, these last few weeks. Ever since I realized that I—” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “that I liked girls too, I haven’t been able to stop getting myself off. It’s like this dam burst inside me, and all these forbidden fantasies I never allowed myself to have are just hitting me left and right. Me with a woman, or women, or me with a man and a woman, or with men and women… I think I need to be institutionalized! It’s unreal. I can barely make it through a whole class at school. I’ve been sneaking off to the bathroom to get myself off just so I can pay attention. I’ve never been this horny for this long.”

“Wow,” I answered, the thoughts of Talia’s constant masturbation doing nothing to bring down the erection that had sprung up in my pants over the last few minutes.

“I’m kind of getting worried, actually. Like, is there an end in sight? Because I can’t stop. I hope I’m not doing any permanent damage by over stimulating myself or whatever.”

I shrugged and jokingly suggested she just needed to get laid before she went completely insane. Talia suddenly broke into a big, shit-eating grin and asked, “Do you think I could maybe join in sometime with you and Stephanie and Elizabeth? I know they’re not bi, but—Wow, Talia, inappropriate much? I’m sorry Ian, stupid question. But do you think they might go for it? Like, maybe if I just watched? Or touched them a little? I really want to touch another girl. Stephanie touches Elizabeth sometimes, right?”

My face fell at the mention of Stephanie’s name. Talia prodded me for an explanation until I finally just blurted it all out, confessing how Stephanie had moved on to another boy while I had stupidly convinced myself that what we’d had was real.

Talia immediately calmed down. She pulled me into a hug and sighed, “Of course it was real, silly. Sure, it didn’t end in marriage, or even happily ever after, but it was real all the same.”

I shook my head, grumbling, “I’m just her friend. I don’t mean anything to her.”

“How can you say that? Stephanie adores you! She chose you to be her first lover!” I felt my eyes turn heavy in their sockets again, but Talia just hugged me tighter, her voice soothing: “There’s not one particular ‘real’ type of love that makes everything else meaningless, you know. There are all kinds of love, Ian. I mean, look at me! Turns out I’m into everybody. I don’t think any two people in history have ever shared the same kind of love. The five of us are your friends, but that doesn’t mean we’re ‘just’ your friends. We all love you, in our own ways.”

Warmth radiated from Talia’s arms, wrapped around my chest. I looked down into her incredible, exotic eyes as she continued, “You made her happy, Ian. And she made you happy. That’s what matters.”