An actual normal week?!

We woke up a half hour later, and just spent the evening together. Thankfully I have clothes at his place, so I was able to wear something other than the dress I came in. I even had underwear there, so that was useful. We went to a movie before dinner (no, we didn’t have sex in the theater haha), and had a nice casual dinner at a local bistro. It was just like old times, spending Saturday together, just enjoying life. Is it weird that I found that slightly weird?

Don’t get me wrong, we fucked again that night, passing out afterwards and spending the night together like that. I didn’t see my roommates until the next afternoon. Christopher dropped me off after lunch and I headed up to the condo alone. We had talked about it, and I decided that it was best if I have the next conversations with the girls without him there. I just wanted it to be open and honest, without the added tension of him being there too.

I walked in and all three ladies were there within sight. Megan and Britney were in the living area watching something on TV and Kayla was working on her computer at the dining room table. All three looked up at me as soon as I walked in. Within 15 seconds, Kayla closed her computer, the tv was turned off, and all three were standing near me, looking both happy and nervous at the same time.

“Uh, hi. Are you three ok?”

“Are we ok?! Are you ok?! We haven’t heard from you in like 24 hours!” Ha, Megan being the concerned friend as always.

“Plus, we know things were in a weird spot and…you know…we were still kind of worried that you were pissed at us and avoiding us.” Awe, is that Kayla being concerned too?! Wow, the whole cuckcake thing was a game for her. Ok, that’s fine, I am good with that.

“Haha oh, no! I am ok and we need to talk about stuff, but I am definitely not pissed at any of you! I love you girls!”

“I tried to tell them, but noooooo! They were convinced there was more you weren’t telling us, but I knew you would’ve said something if you were mad at us.” I mean, Megan was at the advantage that I talked to her before leaving yesterday, so they should’ve just believed her.

“Do you wanna talk now or…”

“YES!” All three spoke at the same time and I was quickly dragged to the living area and all four of us were seated and all eyes were on me.

I told them what happened. I tried to be as honest as I could. They seemed to understand. Sure, they all felt bad that things got that far, but I made sure to explain I didn’t blame any of them and wasn’t upset with any of them. Kayla kept apologizing for going too far with Christopher and I kept telling her it was ok and I really didn’t think she needed to apologize for anything. It was like a half hour later that we finally finished, all feeling at least a little better, from what I could tell. Then Megan stood up.

“Ok, so from what I can tell, we need some real roommate time! How about our first actual ‘sleepover’, no boys and just us roomies?!”

We all echoed our approval and enthusiasm, and then we dashed around getting ready. As I’ve said before, I have read enough erotica in my life to know what everyone is hoping for here, but it wasn’t like that. No, this felt actual normal. We’d spent nights at each others’ places before, even in dorms. This felt like that. We ate junk food, we talked about both shit and awesomeness in our lives, we watched a shitty rom-com…we just hung out. It felt like actual normal!

Britney told us about this guy she had been talking to for a couple of weeks and that she might go out with him this week. She even showed us a picture and my immediate thought was “Fuck, he might be hot enough to be worthy of that delicious pussy.” Thankfully that thought didn’t turn into a speech bubble, cause that would have been super embarrassing.

Kayla mentioned she was going fly back home in a few weeks to see her family. She also bitched about people at her office that were driving her crazy, and even proposed a vacation as a group in the next month or so. She said we could do something fun like go on a cruise, or get a beach-house for a week, or something. She just knew she wanted to be able to lay down by the ocean and tan for a while at some point. We all loved it and spent a while talking through options.

Megan was apparently enjoying work, no real dating life these days, but she was ok with that. She wasn’t the queen feminist or anything, but she was comfortable with who she was. She said something cryptic about not being sure what she wanted in relationships yet, and wouldn’t go any further no matter how much we asked.

There wasn’t any flashing, no kink play, no anything like that. We just hung out together. Like I said, it felt normal.

That was the word of the week, apparently. “Normal.” Now, I’m not complaining about normal, at least I don’t think I am yet. No, normal was good. If anything, it was weird that normal didn’t quite feel normal yet. We all acted normal that week. Work, home to hang out, we went out to dinner once, we chilled in our rooms and the main areas…we were like actual friendly roommates.

Christopher and I went out and talked like usual. Our usual types of dates and spending time together. He came over to the condo a couple times, and nobody was trying to steal him from me. We explored new parts of the city together for one date night, getting ice cream by the river and just enjoying being together.

It felt like nothing had happened between us and life was great! Yea, we fucked like we used to, and that was fantastic!

I spent time with Megan every day, more than anyone else, even Christopher. Most of that time was just sitting around talking or watching shows together. We watched all the same stuff, so we always had stuff to watch and talk about. The sexual chemistry we had shared wasn’t weighing on our friendship at all (I know you might be disappointed by that, but my story isn’t even close to being over yet so be patient). Most days we would get back from work and chat for a bit before deciding plans for the evening. Sometimes I already had plans with Christopher, but she was always ok with that, even being a bit of a fun flirt encouraging me to fuck his brains out each time.

I think I saw Britney the least, only a couple nights that week. She apparently really liked this guy and things were going great with them. She seemed genuinely happy, which made her even more beautiful if that was possible. She did hang out on the couple nights she was home, though she did constantly text on her phone, a smile plastered across her face.

Kayla was home most evenings lounging around and hanging out too. She focuses a lot on her online presence, so she was usually on her phone, but she is still one of my best friends and we had a great week together too. There weren’t any awkward moments when Christopher came over a couple times. They didn’t kiss other than the usual cheek kisses that we all usually shared. I didn’t catch them checking each other out either. A part of me was curious if I was sad or happy about that…I was pretty confused on it. She usually lounged in small shorts and a loose tank top, but thankfully she dressed “appropriately” when he came over too. Not like sexy dress, even though she does always look beautiful, but just casual clothes.

After another fantastic date day with Christopher the next weekend, I was feeling like life was back to a relative normal. Everyone was getting along and things were going great! Yet I could still feel something stirring in me. And it was the next week I started noticing things.