The Trouble with Saying Goodbye – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos
“Costa! Have another!” Leo commanded, putting a bottle of Tyskie in my hand.
“Do you have any more Shiner?” I asked.
Leo looked at me with a bit of disdain. The Shiner was not a Polish beer. His dad had a couple this-kind, a couple that-kind of Polish beers left over after their last family party, and Leo wanted to get rid of the orphan beers to make room in the basement ‘fridge before his family’s Christmas party.
“Yes… but I also still have a couple amber Koźlaks…” he offered.
“Amber Kozlak?” Leo’s girlfriend, Cindy, asked, laughing. “Is she here? Did they let her back in school?”
Leo picked up a Koźlak and popped it open, then took a drink. “Maybe. She still tastes the same.”
“Ooh, you’re bad,” Cindy said, swatting Leo.
“Give me this beer,” Silke demanded, taking the bottle from Leo. “I want to find out what this Amber girl tastes like.” She downed a good third of the bottle, wiped her mouth, and decided, “I like June’s taste better.”
“So do I,” agreed Cindy.
“So do I,” agreed Leo.
“So do I,” agreed me.
Our Junie blushed, but comically — all bashful and baby-doll. Then she stood, slipped her hand down her pants, moved it around like mixing cookie dough, brought her hand out, and stuck a finger in her mouth. She let her eyes boggle around, then smiled and nodded her own agreement.
Silke and I were hanging out with some Theater people, our Senior friends Leo and Cindy. I should say we were also hanging out with June, but that should go without saying, these days. Silke and June are inseparable — where Silke goes, so goes Junie.
And me. I go where Silke and Junie go. Except for California. And Belgium.
We’d gotten home from performing our Theater department’s little Christmas Show for an old folks’ home and, later, at the Colton Park and Rec place for a bunch of kids. Some of the kids saw the show, already, because we took a day off school and performed it for a couple elementary schools in our district, then cut classes again and performed it twice for our high school in the blow-off-last-day-of-school-before-Winter-Break assemblies on Friday.
The show was a bunch of Christmas skits all written by the actors — some comedy, some just a song, some comedy and a song. Silke finally got her own number! It was “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,” but it was all hers — finally a solo after only singing among the company in Oklahoma! She looked cute in her olde tyme nightgown! We had a bunch of us acting out what happened on stage behind her as she sang the “story” of the song.
In a different piece, she got to do a dance with three other girls to “Sleigh Ride,” which she choreographed, so she was really happy to show off her skills. Leo and Cindy did a funny take on “Walkin’ in a Winter Wonderland” like they were an old couple, and Junie got her own number — a song I’d never heard before called “I Love Snow.” More about that one, later. She had her blond hair tucked under a blue knit cap and wore a blue coat so ‘it would look cold,’ she’d said. And I got to throw a bunch of white feathers in front of a fan and blow “snow” all over her while she sang!
There were about ten more skits with the rest of the actors, not just us, and the whole thing was pretty fun! And, yes, I was in the show, too; it was all volunteer, so us techies got to be in it if we wanted. So, I was in that “Grandma” skit, and another about Rudolph and the reindeer games where I was bullying Rudolph. I wanted to be the abominable snow monster, but he’s not in the song, and we didn’t have a snow monster costume — go figure. And I was a dad in line with his kid to see Santa at a store; short Pilar Nuñez played my daughter, and I think she liked holding my hand. Oh, and I was in the finale where I got to sing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” with the whole cast.
We had a great time, and so we were at Leo’s house celebrating. Not everyone from the show came to this “cast party,” but more than us five because it would be the last time a bunch of them would see Silke before she left for home back in Belgium. And there were tears, and they made her sign things, and they signed things for her, and everyone took selfies with her, and made sure they had her contact info and Insta and… everything. And there was a bunch of kissing. And toward the end of the evening, Silke disappeared into Leo’s bedroom with this one guy, Albert, a blond god of an actor who also does Gymnastics.
Silke told me she wanted to fuck him before she left for Europe. I told her Albert was gay, but that didn’t stop her.
I’m okay with that. I have to be.
With the party wound down, it was just make-out time for Leo and Cindy, and for me and June.
I’ll explain.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh! Flashback sparkles here!
Around the time that I got kicked out of the Ackermans’ house — Silke’s American foreign-exchange hosts — for having sex in front of their kids and playing a naked version of Don’t Wake Daddy, Silke started having June come with us everywhere. June and Silke have been fucking since they became friends during our play Oklahoma! back in October and November. I knew this.
I like June. I like June a lot.
Cindy says I’m ‘in trouble.’ She can see how much I like June, and yet I got a girlfriend in Silke. “Costa, you are so in trouble,” she says.
When I joined the play, I thought June was cute with her dirty blond hair with a little curl to it, and she blushes real easy, and she has a nice smile, but I didn’t think about starting anything with her. Not really. I had Silke. But I had fun doing the play — building props, moving set pieces, learning how to work the curtains and backdrops — and made friends with a bunch of people backstage, techies and actors alike, including June. So, when Junie became Silke’s lover (Silke is totally the aggressor there), and she went with us everywhere, I didn’t mind. She even joined Ski Club with us.
Things took a turn after our first ski trip when they both came to my house, after we got back from Villa Olivia. We pulled off our hikers and went into my bedroom and they both flopped onto my bed, pulling off their coats and big sweaters. For our first trip, we’d totally layered wrong — even Silke. It hadn’t been cold enough to snow, so the ski place had made fake snow. But that didn’t make the air any colder, so we’d all overdressed.
The pulling off of clothes just kept going. For me and Silke, that had happened before and usually led to wild sex, even with my parents home (they totally knew, and I had a chat with my dad about Silke back in October). But for Junie, the most undressed I’d seen her was backstage when she was half-in/half-out of costume in the makeup room.
The coats and big sweaters were off and the girls were pulling off their thin sweaters, Silke’s platinum tresses and Junie’s dirty blond getting all messed up by the wool and the static. Then they fanned their t-shirt bottoms, as if to get more air up their shirts towards their boobs. Then they just pulled off their t-shirts, altogether.
“Oh, Costa, my muscles,” Silke groaned. “I haven’t been skiing for a year. And I’ve been getting fat eating McDonalds.” Silke. Fat. Yeah, right. She took a deep breath and dropped face-first back onto my bed. “You must massage me.”
I hadn’t just been standing there, watching — though I did watch them — I had my extra clothes off, too. In joining them, I pulled off my t-shirt so I was bare chested. But I also pulled off my pants because they were soaked — that being the whole reason I’d gone into my bedroom in the first place instead of into the family room downstairs, with those two.
I went and sat on Silke’s butt in just my boxer briefs. “Oh, you need a massage,” I said, starting to work her shoulders. “But what about me? And June?”
“Yeah, Costa, you need to do me, too,” June said.
I let that statement roll around in my head. I turned to June, smiling devilishly. “Massaging isn’t what I’d like to do to you, Junie…”
“I know,” June said, then crossed her arms and pulled off her light-blue sports bra. And I was looking at Junie’s breasts. Before she fell forward and joined Silke face-down, I took a mental photo just in case I never saw them again. Junie’s titties weren’t as large as Silke’s supple, pouting breasts, but they looked just as fun and just as soft, her nips the same dark pink as her lips.
Silke spoke up from my comforter, “And after you have done us, we will do you.”
I didn’t answer that. I just wanted it to be true in every sense of the word.
Then Silke pulled off her sports bra and flung it across my bed.
It looked like I had a lot of work to do, but I liked where this was going. And I intended to make sure it kept going that way. I stood off of Silke’s butt, reached under her, and undid her pants, then pulled them down her legs. “I’m going to need these off to do your legs. I bet they’re more sore than your backs.”
“You got that right,” June said, undoing her own pants, which I then removed for her. I took off socks from them both, too, but left the panties, for now, just in case — because what if June was just playing? I know Silke and I have our thing going, but I didn’t want to read June wrong.
I realized that I actually liked Junie. I mean, she was my friend, of course I cared about her, but… for the past month… and now here she was, nearly naked on my bed. Was I going to fuck her? Were we just going to fool around and play with our bodies or… I mean, I hadn’t even kissed her, yet. If I went for her panties and she turned and slapped at my hands, how do I…?
And was Silke letting this happen? Making this happen? Or was it just happening all by itself? I had to figure that if something did happen between me and June, Silke would allow it. After all, Silke’d always told me not to fall in love with her, and we both knew she was no permanent addition to my life. And Silke had a sex life outside of our time together, even though I pretty much (okay, completely) dedicated myself to her.
I’d fallen in love with Silke. And I thought, maybe, she was in love with me, too. I could swear I heard her say, “Ik hou van jou,” once while we were making love. And I bet she doesn’t think I understood that one. I know I’ve heard her say things with “lief” in them, and I know that can apply to a lot of things, not just love. It could have been part of a pet name. I told her once, “Ik ben verliefd op jou,” which I’d practiced, and she just smiled and stroked my cheek. She didn’t answer. I may have said it at the wrong time, but she didn’t push me away.
That was coming, anyway, at the end of December. We both knew that.
So, was I wrong in starting to have feelings for June? Is it cheating on Silke, even if it’s just in my heart? and knowing that Silke’s had others, and is leaving me?
It felt like it.
So, I didn’t pull off Junie’s panties. But I did get started on massaging her legs. Yes, I started on June, figuring Silke would want me to, to make sure she stayed a part of this fun. I worked June’s left leg, then when I was done, I took up Silke’s right leg. I bounced to June’s right leg, then to Silke’s left.
When I came back to June, I took up her left foot and worked the arch. “Oh, yes, please,” she moaned. “My feet hurt so bad from those hikers. I feel like I got blisters.”
I picked up her right foot, too, looked ‘em both over, but didn’t see any blisters. “New shoes will do that to ‘ya. Some red marks, but no wounds.” Each hand worked a foot and toes. Junie kind of rolled her legs, fidgeting, as I did this, shimmying in place. I looked to where her legs met and realized I might be making her wet. I went back to using two hands on one foot, parking the other foot against my chest, and rubbed her aches away, then switched.
Silke curled on her side and watched me, a big smile on her face. A knowing smile. She nodded at me. Then she shifted closer to June and started massaging June’s back, herself.
When I finished with June’s tootsies, I half-worked her legs, moving back up toward her butt. I didn’t ask permission, here, as I kneaded her ass; I pretty much figured it was implied by June’s writhing and Silke’s smile. I looked at her panties, again, and made a decision. “This thing is in the way,” I muttered and pulled down June’s panties, finally. She lifted her legs and helped kick them off. Permission, indeed.
I went back to massaging June’s ass. A very soft ass; no hard athletic muscle, but no fat, either. The girl was on the thin side, but not bony by any means. I lay further on her, reaching up her back, getting in Silke’s way for a bit, but dragged my fingers down, thumbs at the spine, until I was back at her ass. I kneaded her, with my thumbs working their way lower and lower toward her pussy, but never quite touching it. But I could hear it. Yeah, I could hear her pussy. Each time my thumbs pressed inward below her butt, I could hear her wetness “glitching” as I moved her pussy lips open and closed for me. This girl was dripping wet.
I was going to fuck Junie.
My hands left her body momentarily while I dropped my boxers and kicked them away. I looked at Silke. She met my eyes with a glint of fire and pulled off her own panties, then threw them right at my face. We both laughed, but I took a sniff of her scent before I tossed them back over her head onto my bed.
I arched over Junie, my hands going up her back to her shoulders, again, only this time, she could feel my bare cock in the cleft of her ass instead of the lycra of my boxers. She drew in a long, harsh breath as she registered the sensation, filling her lungs. Her body tensed up, especially her legs, which raised up off the bed on either side of me. As I moved down her body like last time, she exhaled, letting that breath out, and let the tension in her body flow out, as well.
I didn’t bother with her back, again; I let Silke play there, lightly drawing twisty and spiraling figures with her nails.
When my hands got back to Junie’s ass and I had to lift my weight off of her to play with it, she lifted her ass high into the air, as if she needed to make sure I saw it, to make sure I knew she wanted me to fuck her. Her thighs were pulling in, though she couldn’t close them with me between them, as she raised and lowered her pelvis in total heat.
June whimpered, a sad, “Mm-mmmm-mmmmm,” since she was not being filled up. Silke brought Junie’s face to her own, and my two girls kissed. I’d seen them kiss, before, but it always looked hot and I had to watch. Silke didn’t stop kissing her.
My cock didn’t need priming, but I guided it as I worked my way into fitting it inside Junie. I had to hold her ass steady to keep her in place, then my cock head speared into her and slowly just kept going. Silke had informed me a while ago that June was no virgin, but she was tight, and the ease with which my cock slid inside her because of how wet she was… it was just… I about passed out from the pleasure, straight from my cock to my spine and up to my exploding mind!
June exhaled a scream that she’d never inhaled for. At a loss of breath, she took a lot of quick inhales, and then let them out in one long moan as I fucked her. Silke held June’s face until she opened her eyes. There was a look between them I can only try to interpret in my pride: “Do you know what I just felt?” “Yes, I do. Did you like it?” “I fucking love it! Let me have more!” And, in that case, I did. I was slowly drawing my cock back and thrusting in with force, feeling her juices spitting out the sides, my pubes and balls getting wet.
“Oh, fuck, Junie… you’re so wet… god, I’ve wanted to…” I had to draw and slam into her. “… to fuck you…”
“Fuck her, Costa. Fuck that pussy. Neuk haar kutje,” Silke impelled me.
And I did. I started neuking that kut hard and fast.
My parents were somewhere in the house. Last thing on my mind.
Silke and June were making out, but they looked uncomfortable in their twist. “Silke,” I called. “Help me flip her. I need to see that pussy. Her foef.”
I started to twist June’s pelvis to my left, only to find that she and Silke were going the other way. At first, my cock loved the attention of the twist, then it was getting strangled, so I backed out until Junie was on her back and I got to see her tits again. And her pussy. Whereas Silke had this little light cottonball of pubes at the top of her cleft, Junie had a well-tended delta of dark blond curls. I put my hand on her and ran my fingers through her pubes. They were thick, but short. The girl took her grooming seriously. I had a kind of feeling that she did that at Silke’s prompting, the way Silke had gotten me to do the same thing. (I still liked my own pubes thick, but they were no longer wild like when I’d met her.)
I slid inside Junie, again, loving the sight of seeing my cock enter her pussy proper. And even though Silke then had her hands all over Junie’s breasts, I had to lower down and feel those tits against me. I took time to taste them, suck on them, and to kiss my way up to Junie’s neck and get my own kisses from Junie. My first kiss from June.
With all Silke and I had gotten up to this fall, it was rare for me to have a first time with anything, but with someone new, everything has a first time, again.
Part of me flashed back to the two Ackerman kids Silke lived with, experiencing their own mind-blowing firsts. Silke and I hadn’t outed the kids’ closeness when we got in trouble, nor threw them under the bus. I took the majority of the blame, though the mom knew the kids had been spying on Silke, and the dad knew they’d created the naked game, so they got in trouble for that. Maybe not a lot of trouble, because the dad may have felt guilty over how much he liked seeing Silke naked, too. Funny how he didn’t stop us when her first saw us, huh? But we kept the story at our own nudity and ill-conceived display of passion, not that the kids got naked and fucked, too. Though, the parents may find that out soon enough, the way the kids took to sex. But let that be sometime in January, after I never have to see any of them, again.
Those kisses June and I gave each other were kisses of passion, but I could feel something more, a potential. I had wanted to kiss her. I liked kissing her. I liked how her lips felt. And though kissing Silke was my favorite part of our relationship, she had an animal edge to her kisses, like she might bite me as soon as kiss me. Junie didn’t have that. It was exciting with Silke, but kissing June made me feel… comforted. A passion, a fire without that scorch. A warmth. And I felt that was a good thing. I just wasn’t going to say it out loud.
What we did say out loud was a bunch of more sex talk and moaning as I screwed Junie. “Oh, Costa… fuck me, Costa… oh, god… fuckfuckfuckfuck… so big… I love your cock, Costa…” My ego was really taking a beating, huh?
Silke did have to remind me about something, though. “Costa, she is not… like me. You must use a condom. Or… make sure…”
I got the idea. I hadn’t had to use a condom since I’d met Silke (except for that once with Lyla, but that was for fun — we don’t even talk about that). Fucking Junie bare felt so fucking good, though. I did have two condoms. That day a while ago when we cut school to play Dirty Scrabble, I won four condoms in a quick game of Hungry Hungry Hippos (or Horny Horny Hippos!), but I gave two away, leaving me two to deposit in my sock drawer.
This first time with Junie, however, I didn’t want to break out a rubber. I just couldn’t stop fucking. She really felt that fucking good, her pussy gripping my cock just that much, just so slightly that I knew she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her, her hands on my ass or pinching my nips.
I’d look down at her, and she had this teasing face, like crinkling her cheeks and winking at me. I had to fall in and kiss her, again. While I fucked her. I never stopped fucking her.
“Do you like fucking my Junie, Costa?” Silke asked in our haze,
“Fucking love fucking my Junie…” I told her. I’d just repeated ‘my Junie’ like Silke said, but I guess she is my Junie, now, too.
“Do you want Costa to fuck you again, June?” she asked June and licked her right tit.
“I fucking want Costa to fuck me every fucking day!” June breathed, keeping our rhythm, trying to peak us. She was good. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down, Silke getting out of our way, and we worked a make-out into our rhythm.
The feeling fell over me. Sex doesn’t equal love, I know that, but I liked June. I wanted her. My caveman brain wanted to cum inside her, too, and I started thrusting harder, fucking this girl like there was no tomorrow. And she reacted, whining into my mouth while still kissing me. I could feel her legs kick wild and then she arched her back, picking me up with her, broke our kiss, moaned as she lost her breath and took a new one, and then crashed back down to my bed, starting to twitch. And the flood from her pussy almost washed my cock right out of her.
But I didn’t cum in her. Being with Silke these past few months got me pretty good at my stamina. But I wasn’t going to last another second with Junie cumming like that. I pulled out and shot my cum all over her belly and tits. It was a damn good cum. June’s hands flew to her tits, catching cum underneath and on top of her hands. Silke laughed — I wasn’t sure why, but I remember her laughing. I had to think how often she saw me cum, like actual shooting. Maybe not that many, since I could always cum inside her.
Junie got me back by rolling over and wiping the cum all over my comforter, but we all had a laugh at that, too. It was okay, I needed to wash that thing, anyway. Or maybe I’ll get a new one because even my mom could see all of Silke’s cum blotches all over the center of that thing.
Silke, when I had sufficiently recovered, made me shift over and work her legs and feet like I’d done for June, not letting me out of the ‘contract’ to take care of her before they both took care of me. I already felt like I was being ‘taken care of’ but I’d let her do what she wanted after I fucked her. And I did fuck Silke, next, with June licking her clit while I pounded away.
When I collapsed, I have a memory of Silke showing Junie how I liked to be sucked-off, showing her my sweet spots and my tickle spots. I may have fallen asleep with the feeling of four hands running all over my skin. When a finger entered my ass, I woke up, though.
And then I used a condom when Junie climbed aboard and bounced on my cock until we both blew, again. I took over the action a couple times, but mostly I let her keep control because I was kind of beat, honestly. And I loved playing with her tits. We were sitting up when we came, with Silke sitting behind me, and I was pressed between their two bodies. It’s heaven to feel four tits against your body — two in front, two in back. Your senses can tell exactly where those nipples are…
All of us knew we needed a shower, needed to run hot water all over our aching bodies, but that wasn’t going to happen with my folks home. What we really needed was a hot tub, but we don’t have that, either. I dressed in fresh sweats, and the girls grudgingly put back on their pants and sweaters, and I got ready to walk them home — a little achy, still, but I wasn’t going to just send them out the door. But my dad, when he saw us, actually volunteered to drive the girls home with me instead of us walking through the nighttime cold, which was pretty cool of him.
We dropped off Junie, first. Then when it was just me and Silke (and my dad), when we got out of the car for a goodnight kiss, I had to ask,“Are you trying to set me up with June? For when you leave?”
Silke didn’t smile. She looked like she’d thought about this long and hard for some time. “Maybe you were supposed to be with her. Even if I had never come here, you were supposed to be with her.”
“I don’t know if I ever would have met her,” I said. “I wasn’t in Theater. She’s a year older than me.” Theater actually is a mix from all the grades, so I guess that didn’t matter, I just meant she wasn’t in my classes.
“You were meant to be with her.” Whether Silke believed in fate or not, this is what she had decided needed to happen.
And I could see it. It might be true. I just didn’t like that Silke felt the need to fix me before she left.
I was still in love with Silke, but I knew — we all knew — that I was going to have to deal with those feelings when she left. Time and distance would help, but it would still be hard; it was a knife in my chest. Even with being able to FaceTime or Skype or text or phone, I knew it would wind up getting to be less and less until we were just people we followed on social media. I’d see pictures of her traveling in Europe and dancing in Ghent, and she’d see whatever I was doing.
But Silke, that day, started changing all that. Junie started changing all that. Junie and I got closer, but I never lost any closeness with Silke. When we went with Ski Club on that overnight stay in Wisconsin, having another threesome with June and Silke was just so natural. For a time, we thought we might be stuck with Conor in our room, but Silke said it would be okay, that she would take care of him if she had to. That did drive me a little nuts, because Conor was one of those that snuck away with Silke when I was working backstage a couple times. I may have to allow Silke to do as she pleases, but I don’t have to like it. Thank god for Johnny and Rory and whatever the hell they did to get Ms.T to fuck Conor all night long. It was really nice to sleep all night with my girls, and wake up in the morning and we were all right where we were supposed to be — wrapped up with each other. Morning sex is fun…
So, back to the night of the Christmas Show party. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh! Sparkles!
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