We bailed on the pool as the sun dipped below the tree line, and the air grew cold. The girls climbed into the hot tub, which looked inviting, but I had other homework to finish. I also didn’t want to wind up alone with Melanie again, as I wasn’t sure I could keep my hands off her.
I often let my mind wander while I dated Erica, but I didn’t want to cross any physical lines.
“I got to head home,” I announced as I dried off.
“You’re passing up three girls in a hot tub?” Melanie teased.
“Believe me. I would prefer not to be doing biology homework,” I replied.
“Well, clearly, you aren’t interested in anatomy,” Kim joked, catching me off guard.
“He’s got a girlfriend for that,” Melanie cut off the escalation.
Melanie walked me to the gate and thanked me for helping her study. She seemed to know I’d only come over to be social and that I would’ve preferred to do my studying on my own.
“Hey, I forgot to ask. Do you want to go to the Green Day concert in a few weeks?” I asked, feeling weird doing so despite Erica’s insisting. “Erica and I have an extra ticket, and we’ll crash at my grandmother’s after.”
“Yeah. That’d be fun. I’ve never really been to a concert. I’ll have to ask my parents, but I’m sure it will be all right,” she said before giving me a hug that left wet imprints of her breasts on my shirt. “Something to remember me by,” she added, nodding towards my chest.
“I’ll cherish it forever,” I joked, turning and heading to my car as my cock stirred in my pants.
***
“Hey, Erica. What’s up?” I answered my phone, annoyed she was once again interrupting my homework.
“Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice,” Erica responded.
“You can’t keep calling me this much. I have shit to do, and it is driving me insane. Can’t you call someone else from time to time?” I griped.
“I haven’t seen you all day. Is it so bad that a girl wants to talk to her boyfriend?”
“No. That’s not what I meant. You just take it too far sometimes. Like when you call me right after I leave your house and shit like that.”
“Don’t you want to talk to me?”
“Honestly, not always. I need alone time, like actual alone time. I have shit to do, and I don’t need to be in contact with you all the time,” I said, my anger rising. “I tolerated it when we started dating because you didn’t have friends, but now you have other people to bother.”
“So I bother you?” Erica snapped. “Are you trying to break up with me?”
“No. I just want you to give me more space. Let me do my homework without being interrupted for a change. Can you do that? I can’t keep going like this,” I tried to explain.
“Fine. I won’t bother you anymore,” Erica said before hanging up on me.
I had mixed emotions. I was glad I was free to do my work, but I was upset that I’d made her mad. I was also angry because she didn’t understand I needed to be alone sometimes.
Every time I brought it up, she acted like it was a personal attack, but I needed seclusion from everyone.
I went to sleep wondering if this was the catalyst that would break us up. I also realized I cared enough to try and stay in the relationship if Erica was willing to change.
I would accept her apology if she gave one, but I was also willing to let her go if she chose that.
Erica was waiting for me as I parked my car the following morning.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hung up on you. I love you and want to make this work,” Erica apologized.
“Thanks. I’m sorry I yelled at you, but I don’t feel like you listen unless I do.”
That was the extent of our discussion. Nothing was settled, and there’d been no promises to change.
Tempers had cooled, allowing us to ignore our issues as we walked hand in hand into our school.
I had doubts about the long-term viability of the relationship, but I didn’t have the desire to bring those up. I decided I would keep riding the wave until it broke.
***
A few weeks later, Erica and I headed to the concert with Melanie. Our troubles were behind us, or at least unmentioned, and we were back to acting like a solid couple, even if I knew better.
Erica and Melanie talked a lot during the car ride, mostly bonding by making fun of me. I went along with it, knowing it was better than them fighting, but I secretly hoped they wouldn’t become friends. If I did break up with Erica, I didn’t want her to go crying to my crush.
We hit traffic and arrived late for the concert, missing the opening bands. I was disappointed but quickly moved on as the lights dimmed and Green Day took the stage.
The floor was general admission, and we stood near the back because the girls didn’t want to get caught in the mosh pit. I tried to convince them it would be fine, but Melanie, especially, was scared. I couldn’t blame her, this was a big crowd, and first concerts could be overwhelming.
As Green Day pounded out their hits, the girls stood one on either side of me. We all bounced up and down with the crowd, pogoing to the beat and ricocheting off each other. I made sure Erica got most of my attention, but I was conscious to not leave Melanie feeling like a third wheel.
More than a few times, I inadvertently pressed my arm against Melanie’s breasts as we flowed with the crowd. She was unfazed and seemed to turn into me a few times to facilitate the contact.
By the encore, we were drenched in sweat and swayed together as the band played “Good Riddance.” I draped an arm over each of their shoulders, with neither seeming to mind the split attention. Fantasies of threesomes raced through my mind, but unfortunately, the connections were severed when the lights came on.
It was almost midnight when we arrived at my grandmother’s. She’d long since gone to sleep but left blankets and sheets for us in the living room. There was a pull-out sofa the girls were supposed to share while I slept in the guest room.
We were still wired from the concert and sat in the living room talking, mostly about school and our upcoming finals. Melanie was the first to tire and lay down on the sofa, pulling the blanket over her as we talked.
Soon she was asleep, blocking us from pulling out the bed.
Erica sat in my arms as we continued to snuggle, neither of us wanting to sleep yet. We sat on the floor, having moved the furniture to the side in preparation for the convertible sofa.
Knowing Melanie was asleep, I slipped my hand under Erica’s shirt. I cupped her breasts as I teased her nipple to attention.
“What are you doing?” Erica whispered.
“Sorry, just a little horny.”
“You’re always horny.”
“So are you.”
I continued to play with her breasts as I unfastened her jeans with my other hand.
“Should we move to the bedroom?” Erica asked.
“The walls are too thin, and that bed is super squeaky. We’d definitely wake my grandmother,” I replied.
Erica didn’t protest as I slipped my hand beneath her panties. My fingers found her pussy, already soaked from my attention.
“See, always horny,” I said as I sank two fingers inside her.
I slowly pumped in and out of her as she ground against my crotch. I kissed her neck, keeping my movements smooth and silent, not wanting to wake Melanie.