Emily on the beach

This chapter is written in 3rd person POV, focusing on Emily.

Emily looked over at John and Becca. She couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Her relationships had never been nearly as good as the two of theirs. She had dated several of guys, including a few of the group's friends, but none of them had really been that serious.

She had also found solace in the two of them. During a trip to New England that the band took in their senior year, John and Becca took her under their wing, so to speak, and became good friends with her. While she had a cordial relationship with everybody else in the gang, she didn't really feel close to any of them, aside from those two.

As the waves crashed around Emily, she tried to enjoy being on the beach, boogie-boarding and riding the large waves that were prevalent today, but she couldn't get the thought out of her head.

Not only did she want a relationship like the one that John had, she wanted one with him. Unfortunately, she didn't want to be a home wrecker to him and Becca's relationship, especially after eight years or so. It was eating away at her inside, wanting something that she couldn't have.

Emily would be lying if she said she didn't masturbate to the thought. Not just her and him, but him with several girlfriends at his side along her. Mary, Kylie, Grace, and of course Becca and herself. She knew that she could trust these girls with him if the situation ever arose.

It wouldn't though, and that's what pained her, and seeing John and his girlfriend kiss on the beach was akin to a stab in the heart to her. She hid it behind a joking demeanor, but it definitely wasn't something she wanted to joke about.

"Hey, you look pretty pensive," Kylie suddenly said over her shoulder. "What's on your mind?"

"Oh my gosh, you scared me!" Emily said. "It's nothing, I'll be fine."

"Emily, you are such a bad liar."

"Am not!" she said, stamping her foot, acting like an elementary-schooler. "Okay, maybe I am, but I seriously will be fine."

"No you won't. We've been calling your name for a minute now and you didn't respond. That's not a good sign that you'll be fine."

"It's just...forget about it."

"C'mon, Emily, I can't help you if you're not willing to help yourself."

"It doesn't even matter!" Emily said, getting more exasperated by the second. "It's not even going to matter anyways!"

"If you don't fess up to me, I'm gonna get all the girls here and we're going to talk it out in a group," Kylie responded, putting her foot down, so to speak.

"UGH! You're so annoying!"

"So, what'll it be?"

"Fine! Fine!" Emily relented, sitting down right at the water line. Kylie followed suit. "It's just something to do with John."

"What do you mean?" Kylie asked curiously.

"Him and Becca, they look so happy together."

"They do, although they have been together for-"

"-eight years. I know," Emily finished somewhat dejectedly. "I can't help but want something like that for myself."

"That's completely normal though. Everybody wants a good relationship."

"Well, not something like that. Something identical to it."

"I'm not sure I follow", Kylie said, confused.

"Ugh!" Emily exclaimed, not wanting to say it straight-up. She stood up, paced back and forth a couple steps, and then sat back down, saying "I want to be one of his girlfriends."

"What?" Kylie asked, shocked.

"Just...forget it. I know nothing will ever come of it..." Emily started to backpedal.

"No no no," Kylie interrupted. "You and me? We're staying here until we figure this out. You want to be ONE of his girlfriends?"

"Yeah," Emily weakly admitted. "I thought it'd be hot, him and like 6 girlfriends, me being one of them."

The two of them continued to talk throughout the day on the shoreline. Eventually they had to move when the tide started coming back in, but after they moved out of the tidal zone, they still were talking about John, and what Emily could do. As their conversation dragged on, Kylie couldn't help but imagine the same thing, imagining her as one of his many girlfriends in his harem.