Another surprise

I was lost.

I sat on the floor of the boathouse, utterly naked, stinking of sweat and sex. It took me a few moments to really catch my bearings, but eventually the enormity of what I had just done settled upon me. I had just cheated on my girlfriend, with another guy, at my aunt's place where anyone could walk in. Of the stupid things I had done in my life, this was surely the worst. And why? Because of the conniving she-devil that my brother was intent on calling his wife.

Amy had no shame, sitting with her legs open, glistening pussy exposed to the world. I found myself drawn to it, my dick starting to twitch with signs of life despite having just unloaded in my friend's ass. Amy followed my gaze and bared her teeth in triumph.

"Oh, you still wanna go?" She gestured to my cock, "the little trooper looks like he's ready to stand to attention," she reached over and began palming David's ass, "I'm sure Davey boy's ready and rearing."

That earned a halfhearted moan of protest from David, who lay on the mattress, ass still leaking cum. My eyes fell onto that ass again, how surprisingly plump it looked and I was reminded by how deliciously tight it had felt squeezing down around my cock. I probably could go again, hell, I wanted to go again, to keeping fucking David like an animal. And a part of me, perhaps the greatest part, wanted Amy to watch.

But the moment passed, and sanity prevailed. I don't know what the fuck was happening to me, or what spelling Amy had cast, but I knew that this wasn't the time or place to dwell on it.

I stood up and quickly dressed. When I checked for Amy's response I could see she was already getting herself composed. She hadn't quite been as involved in the physical side of things as me or David, but she had just rubbed herself off in a confined space next to two men having sex.

"It'll be fine," she said to my questioning look, "you just worry about yourself. You smell like a Thai brothel."

I didnt deign to answer and made to leave, only stopping when I felt a hand grasp my own. "Alan?" David looked me straight in the eyes, his expression almost pleading, "call me?"

My mouth had gone dry, but I managed to work life into it. "Uh, y-yeah. I will, I definitely will..."

David's response was to kiss me. It was soft and gentle, but there was passion to it. I let it go on for a second or two, but then broke off. Giving him and nod and leaving the boathouse.

It was pure luck that I hadn't been spotted as I knew I wouldn't hold up under even the slightest scrutiny. Thinking on my feet, and perhaps still a little drunk with booze and sex, I turned around and walked to the lake and began haphazardly splashing myself with water. I was soaked, but at least it killed some of the stink.

As I approached the house I was met by one or two confused partygoers, but all took was an embarrassed look and an utterance of "fell into the lake" to turn confusion into good natured ribbing.

"Alan?" Katie was waiting for me as I entered the kitchen. She made to approach me but stopped, giving me the once over."What..uh...what happened to you?"

I felt a wave of guilt when I looked at Katie, but I swallowed it down. "I'm such a fucking idiot babe, I went to take a piss by the lake and uh...kind of fell in."

Her expression morphed from concern to the familiar one of a suppressed giggle. "Jeez, no more booze for you tonight, ok?"

"You got it chief," I felt a smile of my own form. Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel good. Kate was a great person and just being around her made me feel happy. I adored being with her. I was very attracted to her. That's what love is, right?

Then why was I still thinking about Amy, about David?

It was like she was the little devil on my shoulder, telling me to stick my dick in whatever. I loved Kate, but Amy ....she made me feel powerful. A part of me felt that I could just take whoever I wanted, man or woman and fuck them if I had Amy by my side. What the fuck was happening to me?

Katie suddenly shifted her weight, something clouding her thoughts. She looked at me and her expression pierced my heart. She looked...scared.

"Look, I was talking to your mom and aunt earlier about how some stuff has been going and uh...hooo. Ok. I wish you would have been more sober for this," she looked all around the room, as if trying to find some kind of tool to help her with what she was trying to say. "but...fuck it, I can't hold this off any longer," with tearful eyes she looked up at me and said, "Alan.. I'm pregnant."