Let's go take care of this boner

Shit, I thought. I shouldn't stay and eavesdrop. Besides, I've really got to take care of this boner.

Part of me felt bad as I made my way back downstairs, knowing that I was about to please myself while they argued about who-knows-what, but I had held off all day and was literally shaking. It was time.

Dammit, I thought as I entered the bathroom, staring at the bottle of hand lotion. There was something about masturbating to the two girls who were in the midst of a heater of an argument with each other that felt, well, sort of off. I looked down at my cock, which didn't seem to care as much as I did. It strained against the elastic wasitband of my flannel bottoms.

Almost, begrudgingly, I grabbed the lotion and a hand towel and settled into the couch. As I was scrolling through the various pictures of Jess, however, I found myself feeling guilty.

Maybe I should talk to them? No, that won't help. Ugh.

I began flipping through the various streaming services I had, struggling to find something to watch. Do I watch something new that will most likely be terrible or something I've seen a hundred times?

I decided on something new but very quickly found myself looking at my phone more than the TV. Eventually I made my way back to the "JC" picture folder. My thumb hovered over it for a moment, debating whether I should delve back into it. Eventually, the screen went black. I swiped myself back in but accidentally hit the screen and opened up the folder.

Well, I guess I'm already in

"God damn," I muttered under my breath as I began swiping. The pictures from early in our relationship, before we technically started dating, were mostly mirror selfies Jess took of herself in bras and thongs. There was one where she wore a jersey of a guy on the school basketball team... and that was it. She stretched the jersey downward to cover her vagina but, in doing so, pulled the upper part of the tank-top tight to her breasts. Cleavage spilled out every which way. In the next pic she had turned around. The bottom half of her ass peaked out from under the hem as she couldn't quite get it down far enough to cover the glorious, round globes.

One we started dating, the pictures became more risqué. She started buying sexy lingerie and eventually went topless and full nude, covering her most private regions in various creative ways. On one hand, I certainly enjoyed the later, more salacious pictures. On the other hand, I couldn't help but appreciate how effortlessly sexy she looked in the earlier pics, sometimes just wearing a sweatshirt that might be a bit more snug than usual or a workout outfit that wasn't especially revealing or tight.

Crick, crack, crick

Shit! I had become so zoned in on my phone that I hadn't heard someone come down the stairs. The sounds of creaking wood floorboards in the foyer was the only warning I had. I swiped away from the slideshow, pulled my hand from my bulge - I hadn't even realized I was rubbing myself! - and grabbed a blanket, covering my legs and waist sloppily as a womanly silhouette entered the doorway.

It was Tina. And she was very upset. Her eyes were watery, her makeup smeared across her cheeks. Her hair hung over her shoulders. She seemed shocked to see me.

"Hey," I said, softly. "Are you OK?"

"I'm sorry," Tina answered. "I didn't realize you were down here. I came down here to be alone but-" She cut herself off, shook her head, then continued. "I can go back upstairs."

"No," I insisted. "Sit down."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not a bother at all," I assured her. She sat down on the couch with me at the other end, crossing her legs and facing me directly.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a mess," Tina apologized. She wiped her face with her bare wrists, only smearing her makeup further.

"You look great," I told her. I wasn't lying either. As much of a mess as she seemed to be, I couldn't help but notice how insanely hot she looked. Maybe it was because I was all worked up from looking at those pictures of Jess, or maybe it was because Tina was wearing a sweater that seemed more like a fleece, loose-fitting sports bra that seemed to reveal different parts of her form depending on her bodily movements. Whatever it was, it was distracting to say the least.

I grabbed the hand towel from the coffee table and handed them to her. Her eyes caught the bottle of lotion on the table. For a moment she looked like she was processing it then she looked at the hand towel I had given her.

"It's clean," I blurted out. She pretended to be unfazed then began dabbing her eyes.

"You're too nice," Tina said as she dabbed her cheeks with the towel.

"It's true," I replied. "You have really beautiful eyes. You should go easy on the makeup."

God, what was I thinking? What a fucking asshole. Here she is, crying her heart out and I'm complimenting her eyes and telling her to not wear as much makeup? Read the room, for fuck's sake.

"Jessica tells me the same thing," Tina said. She sniffled and blew her nose in the towel. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to get a box of tissues, not a care in the world as my boner visibly tented my sweatpants. "She barely wears any makeup and she always looks so hot."

"She wasn't always like that," I said. "She stopped wearing makeup because I told her the same thing I just told you. She didn't need it."

Tina starred down at her knees as a moment of silence washed over us. Tina seemed like she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to say it.

"It's OK," I said.

Tina sniffled again then said, "We broke up."

Silence again. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't expecting to be talking to this girl about her relationship problems with my ex-girlfriend, let alone for her to say that they actually just broke up. In my cabin. While we were all going to be stuck together for the next day at least. Plus, I wasn't sure the blood had completely migrated back to my brain yet.

"I don't know what it is but she's, like, allergic to commitment or something."

That one stung. It stung because I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"We planned this whole romantic trip together in the mountains where we would ski and-" She paused, realizing who she was talking to.

I chuckled, trying to inaudibly convey that I knew where she was going and why she felt awkward telling me but that it was OK for her to continue.

"We've been dating for a year and, every time I bring up any plans for the future, she shuts it down. I even had to plan this vacation last minute because she didn't want to be locked into paying for it in case we broke up before the trip."

This was all sounding very familiar - very familiar because I had been in Jessica's shoes before. And when I was in Jessica's shoes, Jessica was in Tina's.

"I think this might be my fault," I said.

"No," Tina shook her head. "You were just being nice, letting us stay here. This would have happened wherever we were. We had already been arguing about it, it completely ruined our romantic getaway and-" I cut her off.

"No, I mean the commitment thing," I clarified. "That's probably my fault."

Tina looked at me, puzzled at what I was getting at. I took a deep breath and spoke,

"Jess and I met when we were both Seniors in college. We met through a charity club and were instantly attracted to each other. Like magnets. Almost literally. Nothing could keep us from coming back to each other. As much as we tried to take things slow, it became too much. We gave in, started dating, and things just kept escalating from there. Jess was all in. She wanted us to find jobs together so we could move in. I... was scared."

I gulped and looked up at Tina. "I loved her. I really did. But I thought it was silly for us to make such a huge decision about our future based on a relationship that wasn't even a year old. What if it ended? Then I'd be in a place I didn't really want to be with nobody. I gave in and we found a job close enough to each other that we could live together but, from the day we moved into that apartment, it seemed like things were going wrong. Don't get me wrong, there was certainly a honeymoon phase, and we loved each other enough to keep things going much longer than they probably should have, but I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't my place. It wasn't my choice. I was catering my entire life to her and our relationship and I couldn't handle it. It took a while before I realized..." I trailed off and looked over at the fire which had begun to die down.

"... Before I realized that she was worth catering my entire life to."

Silence.

Deafening silence.

I'd never told that to anyone for fear of what someone might think and here I finally tell it to someone and... nothing but silence.

"Thank you for telling me that," Tina finally said. She took a deep breath and glanced around the room, her face twisted in thought.

"I'm sorry if it's my fault."

"No," Tina said, her eyes shooting back to mine, those perfect emeralds twinkling in the dimming firelight. "It's not your fault."

"It's probably a little bit my fault."

Tina giggled then her eyes drifted downward to the couch before darting back upward, settling in a Medusa-like gaze at my crotch.

Shit

Her view lingered as I tried to keep it cool but then her eyes continued upward to mine and a mischievous grin spread across her lips.

"Ummm," I stammered, immediately regretting that I opened my mouth at all. "I, umm, I... I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Tina said. "I can't imagine it's been easy for you. Two half-naked girls prancing around your cabin all day. One of which you've been... intimate with."

"It's been a blessing and a curse."

"Well, you've been a gentleman about it all," Tina said.

"I'm just trying to make sure you two feel welcome and comfortable while you're here," I replied. "It can't be easy for you either. Coming here in the middle of a fight, to your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's house. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, and I wouldn't have blamed you if you wanted nothing to do with me other than a bed to sleep in, but you've been very cool about it all."

"I wasn't really," Tina said. "I was a bit of a bitch to Jessica about it before we got here. I didn't know anything about you other than the fact that you supposedly broke her heart and that you have a really big-" She caught herself but, once again, I knew where she was going. I decided to play it off, though.

"Cabin?" I said with a smirk. Tina blushed and looked downward. Awkward silence filled in again. I opened my mouth, not quite sure what I was going to say when Tina's eyes shot back to my crotch.

"She really is so sexy, isn't she?" Tina asked. I gulped and chuckled.

"She is," I answered, nodding my head. "I remember when she used to dress like that for me."

"I've always wondered if I'm enough for her," Tina said. "Like, trust me, we have a great time together, but it's hard to not wonder if I can give her... everything she needs, if you know what I mean."

I think I knew what she meant...

She continued, "We have toys and stuff which we use all the time, but I can't help but think they probably don't live up to the real thing."

Jesus

"Especially if the real thing she was used to was as good as she said."

Jesus

I chuckled a nervous chuckle. My palms were drenched all of a sudden as I found myself in another situation I was not expecting

"We had great sex for sure," I finally said. "A lot of great sex. But I think you have a few parts that I don't have either." Tina followed my gaze downward to her breasts.

"She does love my tits. And god, I love hers. Sometimes I'll wear a strap on and just go to town and try to make her tits bounce as much as I can."

Mother of God

"Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be a guy and be able to cum all over them. It must be so hot."

The fire had mostly died down but it was somehow hotter in the room than ever before.

"Did you..." Tina looked at me, inquisitively. I just nodded.

"Yea. Yea, I did. I really enjoyed it." The words came out like a robot, like I was just learning the English language.

"I love the strap on too," Tina continued. "Though, I haven't experienced the real thing."

"Never?" I asked.

Tina shook her head. "I've given handjobs and blowjobs but that was all the way back in high school. By the time I went to college, I was sure I was a lesbian. I don't think I'd even know what to do with one if I had to again."

"I'm sure you'd figure it out quick," I said with a laugh, somehow settling into a flirty rhythm despite my sweating palms, rapid heartbeat, and bone-dry mouth.

Tina's eyes drifted back downward.

"Well... we could..." She looked back up into my eyes. "Test that theory."

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?

Was I dreaming?

I blinked about a hundred times, then shook my head, honestly expecting to wake up in my bed with soaked, sticky sheets again.

"Ummm..." I hummed when I realized Tina was still sitting in front of me, staring fire into my soul. "I mean, ummm..."

She didn't say anything. She just kept staring.

"Uh, wouldn't-? I mean, aren't you and Jess-? I'm not sure."

"We're broken up," Tina answered, very mater-of-factly. "She made it very clear that we are no longer together."

"Yea but... I mean..." My brain was going into overdrive. I still wasn't convinced that I wasn't dreaming.

"But what?" Tina asked, her tone becoming more seductive by the syllable. "You said when I got here that you would do anything to help us out... Anything I wanted."

She wasn't wrong. But I didn't expect this!

"And I want to see what it's like to give a blowjob again. I want to see what Jessica experienced." With that, she leaned forward onto all fours. She arched her back and thrust out her chest. The low-cut neck of her loose-fitting sweater dropped, showing off an incredible amount of cleavage.

So much cleavage

Slowly, she reached forward. I wanted to stop her. I had to stop her.