Carnal Maturation Ch. 03: Concert by AlmostTrue

This has been written as a serial. Each chapter contains a unique experience, but the ongoing story builds with each installment. If you start with this chapter, there will be references to previous incidents, and you may be confused.

I recommend you begin with Carnal Maturation Ch 1: Erica

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Chapter 3: The Concert with Erica and Melanie

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Erica and I had escaped her mom catching us naked by a few seconds but I feared my unchaperoned presence in Erica’s room was almost as bad, and I was sure Erica would get an earful about this.

If her mom recognized the lingering scent of sex in the air, we were both toast.

“You must be Gavin,” Erica’s mom said, reaching her hand out for me to shake. “I’m Mrs. Stevenson. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I shook her hand and hoped she couldn’t feel the lingering crust from her daughter’s pussy.

“It’s nice to meet you. I was just helping Erica with her bags and was about to head home,” I said, hoping to slip out before she grew suspicious.

“It was good of you to give her a ride home. Did you two have fun camping? Any wild stories to tell?” Mrs. Stevenson inquired with raised eyebrows.

I blushed while Erica glanced at the floor nervously.

“Nothing too wild. We just went on some hikes and ate some great food. Scott’s dad’s an amazing cook,” Erica regained her composure and hoped to shut down any further inquiry.

“Well, that sounds fun. I wish we had more time for things like that, but you know how busy your father is,” Mrs. Stevenson rolled her eyes at Erica. “Gavin, you should stay for lunch. We picked up some fixin’s from the deli down the street.”

“I’d love to, but I need to get home. I’ve got a ton of homework, and I really need to shower,” I said, hoping to duck out before it became too awkward.

“Nonsense. I’m sure you’re starving after all that hiking,” Mrs. Stevenson said, glancing at Erica’s damp hair. “Plus, we need to get to know you if you’re spending this much time with our daughter.”

By the end of lunch, I had the feeling Erica exaggerated how strict her parents were. At least her mom, as her dad remained a mystery, having hardly spoken during lunch. I couldn’t tell if he was naturally stoic or pissed off that his wife had invited me to stay.

“It was nice to meet you. Maybe you can stay for dinner one of these days,” Mrs. Stevenson said while she escorted me to the door.

Stay? Does she know I come over every afternoon? Does she know I’m fucking her daughter? I began to panic, hoping Erica wasn’t about to get punished after I left.

“I’d like that,” I lied, “but I really do need to get going. It was great to meet you.”

I gave Erica a brief hug as her mom walked away, thinking it best to forgo a kiss, much less my usual ass grab.

“We lucked out,” Erica whispered, “she’s in a good mood.”

“Your mom seems a lot cooler than you let on.”

“She can be. Especially when my dad’s not around. He’s the real pious one, but she has her days as well,” Erica said, walking me to my car.

***

Since the camping trip, Erica and I had hung out with Sharon and Scott at least once a week. We flirted in front of each other and often got a bit handsy, but it never progressed like the night in the tent. Nor did we talk about it.

We weren’t ashamed. We just didn’t feel the need to talk discuss it. Leaving it unspoken made it more exciting like it could happen again if the circumstances were right. We weren’t about to have a foursome, although I am sure we all thought about it at some point.

Erica and Sharon had become good friends and often hung out with Andrea. They’d formed a strong bond, and it started to take some of the pressure of entertaining Erica from my shoulders. Plus, sometimes, I got invited to hang out with all three, which was not a horrible way to spend an afternoon.

“Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?” Sharon asked me one afternoon.

I was confused, as were Erica and Andrea.

We were at Sharon’s house, piled on her bed, and had been zoned out, listening to music, when Sharon made the request.

“What?” I responded.

“Scoot down. I want to lay my head on your stomach,” Sharon explained.

I looked at Erica, checking if she had an issue with it. She shrugged her shoulders, not sure what to make of the request. I was confident I’d get an earful later, but I decided to see where Sharon was going with this.

“Fine,” I said, sliding down the bed until my stomach was flat.

“Thanks, I love doing this to Scott,” Sharon said as she rested the back of her head against me. “Don’t tell Scott, but you’ve got better abs than he does.”

It felt weird to have another girl make contact with me like that, especially in front of my girlfriend, but I wasn’t going to turn it down. I had to flex slightly every time I took a breath, but soon it felt normal as we continued to lounge with the music blaring.

Sharon was a free spirit with more than enough hippy in her. She was outgoing and fun, with a bubbly personality, but she had little respect for personal and relationship boundaries.

I resisted the urge to lay my hand on her head and stroke her hair. The strawberry blonde strands had draped over me and tempted me to cross a line I knew Erica wouldn’t like.

I could feel my dick stir, but surprisingly I didn’t get hard, even with a cute face inches from my manhood. I’m sure it would have been different if we’d been alone.

“Hey, do you guys want to go see Green Day next month?” Andrea asked, jolting me back to reality.

“Isn’t that like three hours away?” Sharon asked. “I’m not sure I can go. I’ve got rehearsal the next morning.”

“I’m in, as long as I can convince my parents,” Erica added.

“Me too, shouldn’t be a problem,” I said, “plus, we can stay at my grandmother’s after the show. She lives near the arena.”

“That’d be awesome,” Andrea said, “are you sure you can’t go, Sharon? It’ll be a ton of fun.”

“I know, but I really can’t,” Sharon lamented. “They’re a little loud for my taste, anyway.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll get three tickets then,” Andrea said as she turned the music up.

***

“Do you want to come over and study for the calculus exam this weekend?” Melanie asked as the class filed into the hall.

Melanie was dressed in her usual preppy chic, and it turned me on despite my general distaste for Abercrombie and the like. I’d had a crush on her since we’d met Freshman year, although I’d never had the balls to ask her out during the brief periods she was single. Still, we’d become friends and always had math together.

I usually avoided studying with other people, but when it was a group of girls headed by Melanie, who was I to say no?

Now she was single, and I was in a relationship.

I’d seriously contemplated dumping Erica to pursue Melanie, but it was too big of a gamble. I was thinking with my dick, but I wasn’t going to give up good sex for an unknown. Melanie and I had been friends for so long now that I doubted she would date me, although she gave me hope by continuing to flirt.

“Maybe. I’ll check with Erica and see if she wants to do anything, but if not, I’m all yours. Who’s going to be there?” I wanted to go, but I figured I’d check with Erica before I blew her off to spend time with another girl.