I let some silence pass. Both girls looked at each other, but said nothing. “I always went along with it,” I continued. “At the time I didn’t see anything wrong with it. After the fact, I felt so embarrassed and ashamed about it… I felt like it was unfair to do that to me, when I was just learning what sex was. It felt like she was taking advantage of me, even when I was saying yes.” I paused, and looked at Taylor. “And I think I’m not the only one that feels bad about it in hindsight.”
You could hear a pin drop in the room when I paused. “The bottom line is, I learned about sex from Taylor. But I’m learning about communication, love, and healthy sex… from you.” I turned to Morgan, then back to Taylor. “Because… I’m not too sure Taylor has learned any of that stuff from a boyfriend in the first place.”
Taylor was crying again, but crying silently. I walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, waiting for her head to rise. It took a full minute but her gaze rose to meet mine. I didn’t have a sympathetic face; I wanted my words to speak for themselves. “I’m not angry at you,” I told her. “I’m angry at everyone that did to you what you did to me. But it doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
I got up and turned to Morgan, who clearly looked some kind of angry at Taylor. “But also, this isn’t your sin to forgive,” I told her. “She’s scared that if you knew, you’d walk out of her life forever. She thinks there isn’t room for both of us in your heart.”
“Quinn…” Taylor managed.
“I know what I’m doing,” I told her. “On some level I get it. I feel like you do now, Taylor, constantly. I always feel like I crossed boundaries but never knew it before. I’m an overthinker. An obsessor.” I looked Morgan in the eye. “Sometimes it has its benefits.”
“I guess I didn’t think that was a benefit that could apply to both of us,” Morgan replied jokingly with a dry throat. “I’m allowed to be upset at Taylor.”
“Yes, but only I get to forgive her,” I clarified. “What she did, she did to me. You care about me, but you care about her too. I want to get over this with her on my own terms, even if you’re only helping.”
Morgan looked down and sighed through her nose. “I don’t like it…”
“You don’t have to.”
“But okay. If that’s what you want,” Morgan acknowledged.
None of us said anything for a while. Eventually I turned to Taylor. “Do you want to say anything?” I asked.
She had finished her drink by now. “I don’t want to s-stop talking to you, Quinn,” she admitted. “Just… please, believe me. And I don’t want to lose you, Morgan.”
“I would have gotten angry, maybe even had a talk like this,” Morgan objected. “I never would have left you.”
I gave Taylor a smug look and she chuckled through her tears. “Shut up,” she told me, shoving me playfully.
That was the last thing she said directly to me that night. Shortly after, Doug went to bed, so the three of us went downstairs to the couch, and the two girls made small talk until Taylor fell asleep — surprisingly quickly, actually. Once it was clear she was asleep, Morgan motioned with her head to head back to the bedroom.
“What a soap opera,” she commented.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I replied. “I’m, uh, sorry for the big preachy speechy over there.”
“It’s not healthy to apologize for your feelings, Quinn,” she replied, moving in for a hug. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. I have been for a while. It felt wrong, but… you know, it wasn’t violating. Not everything that feels bad is rape or something,” I replied. “I would certainly not say Taylor raped me. And she seemed to care about consent too. She just… yeah. Control.”
“Yeah,” Morgan replied. “I assume that topic has… really turned you off, huh?”
I smirked. “Any reason why you’re asking?” I asked with a twinkle in my eye.
“Well, I… Morgan huffed. “Yeah, I’ve gotten blueballed like seven times tonight. Sue me.”
I pretended to think about it. “You know, I bet it would be really easy to get me back into the mood if you wanted…”
“You sure you’re okay?” she clarified.
“Are you? You’re… you’ve been drinking.”
“Shut up, we both know I wanted you all to myself tonight since I was sober,” she replied.
“Yeah, well…”
“Well nothing.” She moved in for a kiss which I gladly accepted. Instead of the kisses being tame at first, Morgan demonstrated how desperate she was this evening, showing me that she really did want me this badly for hours. She moved in for the kill, using her lips and tongue to do battle with mine, passionately grinding herself up against me as our teenage hormones let loose with each other.
Shivers of excitement ran down my body as I felt my girlfriend grinding against me, and they only amplified when Morgan broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, “I want to please you tonight… I want to give you a blowjob.”
“A-are you sure?” I asked, nervous. She stopped grinding on me and looked me in the eyes, biting her lower lip and nodding. She looked so beautiful like this. The most beautiful girl in the school. And she was grinding up against me, eager to suck my cock, moaning into my mouth. I was so fucking lucky.
“Oh, Morgan…” I was moaning as her kisses went from my lips to my cheeks, right down my jawline and neck.
She moaned back, when she could, when her mouth wasn’t busy. She continued kissing down my body, over my shirt, before we both decided with a chuckle that that was dumb and removed my shirt, as well as opening my fly, making my pants more easy to access.
Once my pants were open, she paused. “Would you like my… my boobs out for this too?” she asked, a cute little drunken slur still on her tone.
I smiled in decision. “Actually… bottomless,” I answered, gesturing to her pants. “I have a feeling at least one of us is going to be fingering you after this.”
“Mmmh, I like that answer,” she purred, already working her pants off. Pretty soon, her unshaven slick teenage cunt was staring me straight in the face. Even from my eyes’ distance away, it was clear just how aroused she was. It helped significantly that she matched my look of lust with a look of her own. She wanted me. My dick ached and pulsed in my pants, and she only grew wetter and wetter.
Without another word, she sank down to her knees, with me getting in front of the bed, sitting down on it. Our eyes met as she pulled my dick out of my pants, and we just smiled warmly at each other, like a good couple. A power couple.
Once my cock was freed, she tore her gaze away from my eyes to look up and down my shaft. She was looking at it like it was the best dick in the world. I was stupid to doubt myself. I was focusing on the wrong things.
Morgan was a girl I could feel good obsessing over.
Still being tipsy, she did not start with subtlety, to the point of making my sensitive self almost jump with the sudden, borderline painful sensation. She hungrily licked me from the base to the tip, and finished off the lick with a gentle kiss at the end, which gave both of us a giggle. She licked again, moaning as she did, and then again, more eagerly. Before long the licks ended with bigger and bigger kisses, and it took a short amount of time for that to become her making out with my dick.
Great story! And..great story telling!