I felt his lips on mine and he was gone. I lay there panting, spent completely. The bed was soaked through with our fluids and I toyed with my nipples...as I came back to reality. ‘Thanks,’ I said softly, ‘come back whenever you want.’ I showered and found some clothes in the back of the closet that I had worn many years ago. They too were large on me but they didn’t fall off. When I went down to fix dinner, my husband asked if I was all right and I said that of course I was. He said that he had. What’s your number? I’ll text you and you’ll have mine so you can send me directions.”“You already have a date Saturday night! What were you thinking?” Sarah Lynn exclaimed.“It’s not a date. I just invited a couple classmates over for dinner.”“Girls,” Kelly clarified. “You invited a couple of girls over for dinner. On Saturday night. Date night. And they don’t even know each other. They’ll think you invited them over for a threesome.”“I think it would be an octet. I wouldn’t leave the five of. “If you know that, there isn’t much else I need to say. You are right, though. That defeat can be laid at Mrs. Ingles’ feet and I suspect things between her and Marcia are going to be more than a bit frosty.”“What do you think she’ll do?”“At this point? Who knows. Go make your apologies.”I nodded and walked back into the field house. I saw Marcia and her mom engaged in an animated conversation which I was sure was unpleasant. I weighed whether I should interrupt, and decided I should. I walked. "You already got back at him for boning me, can we please be friends again? I'll fuck you as many times as I have to for you to say yes. Don't test me." "Tell me the truth, do you love him?" Her eyes went adrift for a second. "No, it has really just been hot and passionate sex that could be mistaken for love. I met you seven years before him and you've been my best friend that whole time. I love you so much more as a best friend than I love him at all, trust me. He can be a real dick." "No.