Date and Switch – Part 3
Date and Switch – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos
Johnny
Okay, I have to say I didn’t wake up this morning thinking I’d be drinking hot chocolate with my old crush in Lyla’s bedroom, pretending to be on a skiing date. This past summer, I’d asked Kiki out, and she was all happy and giggly and… and she ran away. I had no idea why. And then the next day when I saw her, she told me she couldn’t go out with me because I was fucking her sister.
Well, that much was true, at least. Long story short, Kiki’s sister Kari wandered into my bedroom during a party and fucked my brains out. And vice versa. And she came back a few more times. But I liked her sister, Akiko, who I have always called Kiki.
So, that was that. She wouldn’t go out with me, we had a little dustup, and I moved on. I met this one girl I was with for a little while, we went out, I took her to Homecoming, but it wasn’t love and we didn’t go to bed. You know, just a good month and had fun but no thunderbolt. Then I became closer with Lyla and Mia and Rory. Well, I’d known each of them from classes last year, and Soccer, obviously, but we became good friends this year.
And I am nuts for Lyla. Head over heels. And I’d do anything for Mia, we get along so well. But Mia’s with Rory, and I nearly fucked that up for them. And Lyla’s with that shithead, Conor, and she keeps giving him chance after chance to be a standup guy.
So, we’re playing this Mystery Date game, and I’m thinking I’m going to be set-up with Lyla but instead I’m looking at my old crush, Kiki. Maybe this is a sign.
“So, you’ve finally accepted a date with me!” I said to Kiki as Mia shut the bedroom door on us. I’m wearing a winter coat and knit cap and it’s warm in this house, but I’ll play the scene. “We’re going skiing!”
“We’re not really going skiing,” she shook her head and spoke to me as if I were being silly.
I went over to the nightstand and got the two mugs of hot chocolate Rory made up. I kept trying to make this work. “Ah, yes, you’re right. We’ve already been skiing, and this is our… um… apreez-ski time.” I gave her one of the mugs. “So now we get to sit here by the fire and warm ourselves up after wiping out in the snow all afternoon.”
I sat down on the white rug, not the bed. I knew Kiki was a virgin. I wasn’t going to force her to fuck me, or anything. She looked cute, still. Had on a yellow print shirt or shirt-sweater thing, blue pants, left her shoes at the front door, lost her socks somewhere, if she even wore socks. Yeah, she’s still cute. Long black hair, blue eyes. I’d still like to make out with her, I was thinking. That’s what this was, right? Like our Clue game was 20 Minutes in Heaven while we went from room to room pretending to investigate, this Mystery Date game was Three Hours in Heaven, and we’d already blown a good part of an hour.
“This is the fireplace?” Kiki pointed at Lyla’s bookshelves.
“Sure. There’s some red and yellow books there. We can pretend it’s a fire, right?” I tried. “Come on, don’t you want to play?”
“Was this a set-up?” she asked. “Did you plan this?”
“I honestly had no idea who was going to be here — other than Mia and Lyla. Though, when Conor made an ass of himself, I started to wonder. I heard what he said. But it is nice to see you, again, Kiki.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to see you, too,” she admitted. “We don’t have any classes together this year.”
“It’s a big school.” I took another sip of my chocolate. “Mmm, the good stuff. Stephens Dark Chocolate.”
“Is this Stephens?” Kiki finally took a sip. “I like their Mexican Chocolate.”
“I have a can of that at home,” I said.
Kiki looked at the white rug, the white walls, Lyla’s comforter that was white and grey like a cloud, and the Frozen poster on the wall. “Well, we’re in the right room for a skiing date, I guess.”
“The date we never went out on.” We had to address the past. “You know what that thing with your sister was, right? She jumped my bones. I’m a teenage boy — I’m not gonna say no. But it’s not like… I didn’t go after her, you know. It’s not her I liked. I liked you.”
“But I couldn’t go out with you if you were still doing her,” she told me.
“I wasn’t. Until you said ‘no’ and pushed me away. Then your sister came back, and I said ‘Fine. What the hell.’” I pulled off the hat and shucked off the coat. “I didn’t see you for the rest of the summer. Not until the hallways of school and Orchestra. I didn’t come after you because I thought you didn’t want to see me.”
“Do you still like me?” she asked. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, always looking at the floor or her toes or my socks. “Or do you like Lyla, now?”
I looked up at the wall. The Frozen poster. It was Elsa. Blond hair. Like Lyla. I turned to face Lyla’s Harry Potter poster. She even had a Harley Quinn one. There were pictures of Lyla and Mia taped up on the wall, too. I couldn’t win.
“It’s been a while, but I still like the things I used to like about you,” I told her. I put her mug on the nightstand and took her hand. “We used to have fun in Algebra and Biology. We’d share jokes in Orchestra. I still love your eyes. And you let your hair grow, which is nice.”
She was quiet. I leaned in and stole a kiss, but she kissed me back. It was a little awkward. I suddenly wondered if it was her first kiss. I didn’t ask.
She broke the kiss and composed herself. “Have you ever been skiing, for real?”
I didn’t push her. “Yeah. Once before. But we’re — me, Rory, Mia, and a few others — joined Ski Club this year, and we’re going out to Villa Olivia next Saturday. Fake snow, but we’ll get some practice in. Later, right after mid-terms, we signed-up for the weekender trip to Wisconsin.”
“My sister is in Ski Club,” Kiki told me.
“I didn’t know that,” I said, which was true. “I really don’t talk to her, anymore. You could come with, too, you know. Join up.”
“I think I’d like to.” She took my hand, and started pulling a thread on my sleeve.
I pulled her in to me. “Kiki, we were all cold out in the snow. My face is still red, I’ll bet, from the wind. It’s nice getting warm with you, here, don’tchya think?” I lifted her chin and we kissed, again. She started breathing deeper and we turned it into a make-out. Finally.
Alright. Don’t think of me as an animal. I’m fifteen. I’m a teenage boy who wants to get laid, making out with a cute girl who’s still into me. I won’t force her, but I’m going to do everything I can to make it happen. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen, but I’m gonna get some tit, at least, and introduce her to Little Johnny. She agreed to this Mystery Date game, after all, so she must’ve known what was up. Again, I’m not an ass, like Conor, but this is what it’s all about, right?
I let my hands roam over her shirt. This was more than we’d ever done together, with the exception of playing in Milner Pool a couple times. So, I’ve seen her in her one-piece suit, handled her bod throwing her around the pool in fun, but I really haven’t felt her up. That’s what I was doing now. Finally. I’ve wanted to hold this body since Freshman year. This was the time.
I stood and lifted her to standing with me, and brought us onto Lyla’s bed. “Much more comfortable up here,” I mumbled, trying to maintain our lip-lock. She climbed on with me, so either she was being brave or she wanted me. Or both.
I took it slow. My left hand found her breast, and she didn’t complain. Then I went under her shirt, over the bra. Not a lacy one, felt kind of standard, but it also felt too large on her. I’m no size expert, but there was a gap when I dipped inside for her nipple. There were no gaps in Lyla’s bra when I took hers off, before.
Then, pushing up the bra, cupping her entire right tit. She was letting me. So, I had to figure out the timing for just taking the whole thing off. I rolled over a bit to get both hands into her shirt, pushing it up, when she sat up. I thought the whole thing might be over, but instead she pulled off her yellow shirt and undid the clasp on her bra. I took the straps off her shoulders and her breasts were mine.
It occurred to me, then, that the girl was on a mission. In that case, I could move faster, but I’d have to make it good for her. I was going to lick that pussy and make her cum so she’d have no recourse but to fuck me three times. Actually, I had two condoms with me plus the three Rory gave me, but I thought her pussy would be sore enough getting poked for the first time plus two.
I had set on sucking her left breast, but left that to take off my shirt and undershirt. I stood off the bed and made a show off pulling them off. She’d seen my bod at the pool, but not after this fall’s Soccer workouts had added some definition. And this view was private for her.
I didn’t stop after my chest was bare. I jumped the gun in teenage clothing progression and just took off my jeans and socks. I stopped there. I didn’t want to scare her. But I saw that she was watching carefully, wondering, I bet, if I was going to take off my boxer briefs. I would, but held off, yet.
But she knew I was going to go after her pants. She helped, lifting her butt as I took them down. This girl knew she was going to get fucked.
With her pants off, I put my hands on her waist and kept them there, not quite tugging on the hem of her panties. She looked at me. A little worry, maybe?, in her eyes. Expectation?
I took advantage of whatever it was and pulled her panties down. Slowly. She could’ve stopped me if she wanted to. She didn’t. Revealed her pussy. Her feathery black pubes. So cute. Down to her knees. Down to her ankles. She pulled her feet out, pointing her toes as the material passed by. Kiki was naked.
She curled, a little uncomfortable being exposed like this, but not hiding her pubes or her cute little titties with the deep red nips. She was watching me. Waiting.
I took off my boxers, and she stared at my cock. A look in her eye that was probably similar to my own each time I took off a girl’s clothes: finally. I stood in presentation, letting her see me like I was seeing her. She didn’t reach out for my cock, but couldn’t stop watching it.
I was climbing back onto the bed when she whispered (though she didn’t need to whisper), “Can we get under?”
I understood and helped her off as we pulled back Lyla’s comforter and we crawled inside Lyla’s bed.
Fuck! I wanted to be here with Lyla. When we were together in my house, doing the quickie in the closet during our time in Clue, she’d said ‘the next time we do this, it’s going to be in a bed.’ And here I was in her bed with someone else!
But I had a job to do. And I wanted to do it.
I didn’t just jump right on Kiki. I’m not Conor. If I was going to take this girl’s virginity, I’d try to make it memorable. After all, you never forget your first. We cuddled. I warmed her up. Stroked her sides and found her breasts, again. I moved her so she was kind of on top of me. I guided her to my cock and she wrapped her little hand around it like it was automatic. Kiki has dainty little hands, and I have to say it made me feel like my cock was bigger than it was, with her able to glide up and down further than, say, Mia or Kari. Or Lyla.
She played in my pubes and felt my balls, but she loved stroking me up and down and again. Her other hand loved my pecs and abs.
I loved sucking on her tits, and biting at her nipples — so pointy! I think I nipped too hard once, and I got a yelp out of her. Not intentional. In fact, we were being really quiet. No “Oh, Kiki, fuck me! Stroke my cock!” talk. Though I did purposely breathe roughly, and growled some, letting her know it’d be okay to ‘let go’ a little more. But she didn’t. Not yet.
Then I flipped her onto her back in a quick move, making her gasp. She spread her legs open for me, like she thought I was going to fuck her, then. There was a look in her eyes of ‘I guess this is it, here it comes.’ But I told her, “No. Not yet. I want to taste you,” and I slid completely under the comforter.
There wasn’t much light, but I knew what I was looking for. I brushed her pubes — very soft. I said ‘feathery’ before, and that was the truth. I let my finger follow the hair into her cleft and explored her labia. Very tight, almost compact. When this girl got herself off, it wasn’t with a lot of tugging, and her pussy had never even seen a toy. Fingers, yes. Maybe a Sharpie, at best.
I let my tongue take over the exploring and you’d think I’d shocked her with an electrode, she flinched so hard. I let my hands stroke her thighs and on down to her toes to calm her down while I pulled at her labia with my lips, ran my tongue up and down their length, and then coaxed out her little clit and sucked on that until it was as stiff as a prick.
Kiki was a whimperer. Little high-pitched whines, little whimpers, breathing fast. “Mm-mmh-mff-mmf-hm…” One hand finally found my hair and I had to let my hands wander up above the comforter to find her other hand on her own breast. I cradled her ass, got a finger inside her up to the first knuckle, and she wasn’t expecting that. She really wasn’t! So, I removed that and let her relax. I wanted her to cum. It took a bit longer for her to completely let go, but she did, and I got a lengthier “Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!” out of her as she climaxed. Her hips bucked so hard, so sharply, I either had to move with her or get hit in the face! Her feet were on my back, shaking against my spine.
She tasted like her sister. But there was no way I would ever tell her that. Who would want to know that?
I didn’t push her for two, like I did Mia. Like I wanted to with Lyla. I let her relax and float. I realized we were going to have to wash this sheet from Kiki’s fluids. When I extricated myself (what a word!), I went to look around Lyla’s room for a towel or something. Beyond fluids, I thought there might be a little blood, this time.
Lyla had cleaned her room for having guests over. No loose items. I could use Rory’s winter coat, I thought, but then saw Lyla’s hamper. The top items inside were a light blue nightshirt, and then yesterday’s bra and panties. I took out the nightshirt. It smelled like Lyla. I dug further and found a Caribbean blue bath towel. I took that and put the shirt back.
Kiki figured out what I wanted the towel for and helped with placement. I still stood by the bedside, though, and didn’t crawl back in. “Can you help me, some?” I asked.
Kiki looked at my cock. It was still half-hard, but was out-of-action while I was nuzzling her pussy, so needed some stimulation. She knew what I was asking for. “I… I don’t know if I can do that…”
“Sure, you can,” I said softly but confidently. “Just put your mouth on it. Like a popsicle. Like a Tootsie pop. Even I’ve done it.” I guess I didn’t really mean to give out that information, but it slipped out while I was trying to convince her. But her response almost made me chuckle.
“You can reach that far?” she wondered. Sure. Sure, I can. That’s exactly what I meant.
“Just try it.” And she did. She hesitated, but she took the head of my cock in her mouth and a little more. She got into it, the licking, and I told her how she was doing a good job. And I did get harder. It was a beautiful sight, watching Kiki suck on my cock. But I let her off early and climbed inside the sheets with her.
Again, she spread her legs for me to fuck her. And she was right, this time, I was going to fuck her, and she knew it when I got into position.
She bit her lip. Cute.
I ran my cock up and down her slit. I was glad, almost proud, that she didn’t ask about it hurting the first time. If she was this far, she knew it would. And she wouldn’t relax enough to combat that.
As I pushed my crown inside, she did ask, though, “Are you going to use a condom?” She’d been studying, or talking to someone.
“Soon,” I told her. “First, you need to know how it feels for your first time, but I won’t cum in you. Then I’ll put one on. And when we do it again, I’ll wear one then, too. And the third time.”
I might have been pushing it with the expectation of fucking her three times, but the answer satisfied her.
I went slow. She was tight, I probably don’t even have to say that. I did ask, “You doin’ okay?” and she nodded very quickly. I made it all the way in, and never really felt any pop. She was my first virgin, and I think my expectations were as hers, that there’d be a breaking of a barrier of some kind and some pain. Later, she told me there was a sharp pain, then a dull one like a soreness, but that went away, and the tough part was dealing with how big my cock was to her. Aw, shucks, thanks, Kiki!
When I was in, I leaned over and kissed her. I wasn’t going to tell her I loved her, or anything, but I couldn’t let that moment go by. But then I started drawing out and pushing back in. I know I said I would wrap it up after I got all the way in, but this felt good! I propped myself up and watched the reactions of my beauty with the long black hair and cute, pointy little titties.
If I were with Mia or Lyla, I would have started with the dirty talk, but that wasn’t going to work, here. I kept it to warm “Mmmm…” sounds and breathing, saying, “Oh, Kiki,” now and then. And she started getting wet. Cool!
Then I did the smart thing and snagged a condom from the nightstand. I made the switch as quickly as I could, then went back inside. The little extra lube on the condom helped, a bit.
She did not cum before I did, but I let myself go when I climaxed and let her see what a boy’s body does when it hits. I think she was proud that she’d made it through it and had made me cum.
I did the nice thing and held her close for a time before I had her ride me and control the depth and rate and stuff. I don’t know if she came, but she did get very wet. Maybe a small orgasm. She was still holding back, I could feel.
And we did do it a third time. I told her we would, so she was expecting it. And this time, I did get her to open up, say my name, and swear.
“Kiki,” I’d say, “Oh, Kiki, you feel so good… I love being inside you… I love fucking you, Kiki…”
She was, “Mnnn… mhhnnnn….” then “Yes… fffff… ffff… Johnny!… Johnny, fff…”
“Say it… say it, Kiki… what do you want?”
“Ffff…”
“Tell me what to do or I’ll stop…”
“Ffff… fuck me…” So quiet!
That was all I needed, and I made that girl cum right before mine.
As we lay together, I had to think about what to do. If I got together with Kiki, would that be so bad? If Lyla was going to keep going with Jughead, then I couldn’t just hang around waiting. God, I wanted Lyla. But she’s not available. She’s still my friend, though, and I’ve done enough to let her know how I feel. I hate losing to Conor, but that’s Lyla’s choice.
And here I was in a room filled with Lyla, doing the exact thing to never be with Lyla again.
Fuck, I could smell her hair on the pillow case.
That’s not fair. To me… or Kiki.
I guess I only have one choice.
Lyla
It was a mistake. The whole thing. How do you…?
Conor and I made our way downstairs and into my mom’s bedroom. I figured I had to be the one responsible for using this room and I’d trust the others, giving mine and Tori’s comfortable beds to the new couples. I knew Mia and Rory would be fine wherever they were, even the basement.
But Conor… We closed the door. I was thinking I’d put on the Homecoming dress. He pulled off his tie and threw the flowers onto the bed. “Okay, let’s fuck.” That’s how he put it. Okay, let’s fuck. Like it was something he had to do and get it over with.
I’m an idiot.
Mia told me. Johnny told me. Johnny told me a couple times and in a couple different ways… Why am I not with Johnny? And now, I’ve set him up with Aki, and they’re going to be happy, and I’m with fucking Conor!
I heard him when he saw who all the girls were in the room. When he came to the door and said something like, “Hey, I’m taking someone to the prom! Who is it?” Something like that. And then he saw it was me. Oh, it was just me.
And he tried to trade me in! “Can’t I have that Chinese girl?” Fucker.
And then there was the kicker: “I’ve fucked three of these girls already.” Me — obviously. Mia — that first day when we swapped. I know he was with Silke that first day, too, because that’s how the game played out (and I was with Costa). But Ava? He was with her? When? Not before me. I’ll have to ask her. Sometime. Find out how that happened. I figure it was my Conor feeling like some sex god, now that he’d lost his virginity and made it with three girls in a single day.
There are those girls and guys who couldn’t believe I was with Conor. “You’re kidding?” they’d say. “How does he rate a girl like you?”
What can I say? He made me laugh. There is a lot of good in him. Was. Sure, he’s goofy, but he was nice to me. Was. Sometimes, I thought we could fall in love, that he adored me. There was good in him.
But that’s past.
Thinking about this, I’m sure Rory tried to give me some signal, but couldn’t tell me about Conor because he’s his friend. Or gave whatever he knew about Conor to Mia to tell me, but I didn’t want to hear it.
He’s high on edibles so much now, I don’t know how he does schoolwork.
“So… what? We’re not gonna do it?” he’d asked me in my mother’s bedroom. “Then what was this all for, then?”
Different ways of arguing zoomed through my head. I thought about which things in my mother’s room that I could whip at his head and get away with it. Not by which would cause the least or most damage, but which thing I wouldn’t get in trouble for breaking. I wanted to shout all I knew or thought I knew about him. I wanted him to tell me about every time he saw Ava, about every time he saw Silke, about every time he saw… whoever else. I just wanted to scream at him and I wanted him to take it.
I wanted him to tell me he was sorry. I wanted him to tell me twelve times. He’d ask how many times he had to apologize, and each time he said it, I’d say, “Say it again, anyway!”
I’d ask him if he ever really liked me or if it was all about sex, if it was just all about the fun of cutting school and playing these games with the sexy rules. And he’d say ‘no,’ and he’d beg me to listen to him and he’d explain everything and not to break up with him and he really did like me and he was sorry for Silke and he was sorry for Ava and he was sorry for Molly and he was sorry for Jazmín.
And he’d say he’d let me think about what we had together and he’d give me some space and by the time we went on the Ski Club trip next weekend, we’d be fine. And by the time we took that overnight trip to Wisconsin with the Ski Club, all of this would be forgotten.
And he’d kiss me, and I’d remember why I liked him to begin with.
Some of that happened.
Most of it didn’t.
All I’ll ever remember, though, is…
All I’ll fucking ever remember…
All I’ll ever remember is Conor standing up, taking off the blue suit jacket, and saying, “Then fuck it.”
And him leaving. And the sound of him finding his coat and shoes and the front door opening and the front door closing.
Mia
I looked at the Target brand alarm clock on the dusty nightstand in the guest room and knew our safety time to get our act together, clean up, and either get out or look presentable was at hand.
Rory and I kissed and consciously stopped ourselves from going another round. We got dressed. Rory put on the clothes he’d arrived in, but kept the hat on.
There was the big question hanging in the air between us. We’d made some talk about it while we lay with each other, but it was nervous dialogue.
“You didn’t let me pull out.”
“I know.”
“I probably really could have, but I would have had to hurt you, and I could never do that. Especially when I was about to… you know… cum.”
“Yeah.”
“What should we name it?”
I’d considered a funny answer, but just smiled. “It was a good day. I should be fine. We should be fine.”
“I hope so. Third month in a row that we’ll be on edge until you get your period.”
“That should be any day, now.”
When I’d wrapped my arms around him and tied my legs behind him, I’d done some quick math. Could I let him? It felt so damn good, in my body and my brain, I wanted to feel it again, like that first day, but better. I wasn’t sure. You can never be sure. But I took a chance that it would be okay.
“This was a great date, though, mister!” I told him, wrapping my arms around him and giving him another kiss. “I love picnicking you.”
“I will picnic you anytime, anywhere, beautiful.” Rory swung me around and knocked my legs into some cardboard boxes.
It was time to straighten up the bed, and Rory opened the window to clear out all the picnic smell.
It was time for us to rouse the others. I took Ava and Lucas, and Rory took Johnny and Akiko. We both knocked on their doors at the same time. Rory went inside and, from the brief conversation I heard, it sounded like Johnny and Kiki were dressed and ready. I got no answer at my door and cautiously opened it and went in.
Two beautiful bodies lay naked on Tori’s bed. Ava was sleeping on top of Lucas, showing me her ass and the backside of her pussy. Lucas’ bare cock was still half-hard pointing to his left. It looked wet like he’d just pulled off a condom.
There was a part of me that wanted to go down and taste him, but I didn’t. I just enjoyed the thrill of looking at the naked Lucas. I was happy with Rory. I hoped Ava would be happy with Lucas. I was right about these two, and I wasn’t going to try and get involved in the middle with them. Unless they wanted to do a double-date or play a game… No. Let them be, I told myself.
But I couldn’t let them be. I had to wake them up, that’s why I came there. “Ava…” I whispered, though I didn’t need to. “Ava. Time to wake up.” I lightly shook her shoulder.
Ava opened her eyes, saw me, and smiled. She tightened her arms around Lucas, and I interpreted the look in her smile as “Mine.” I just smiled back and nodded.
They had used Rory’s penguin beach towel underneath them, and never pulled back Tori’s comforter, so I knew we wouldn’t have to wash any sheets, but I’d still need to fix the bed. I went and opened the window, as Rory had down in the guest room.
The late November air was chilly enough to rouse Lucas.
“Time for us to go, Luc,” Ava told her guy. She lifted herself and I got a flash of her boobs. Eh, I’d seen them before.
Lucas reacted to my presence and tried to flip the towel over himself, but it didn’t make it past his hip because of how they were lying.
“Don’t worry,” I laughed. “I have one at home.”
“You only get one free sample,” he said, his voice still a little thick. He swung his legs down and sat up.
I left the room so they could dress and met Rory in the hall.
“They okay?” I asked about Johnny and Aki.
Rory shrugged. “I guess. Not a lot of swooning. I’ll find out, later.”
“These two,” I pointed at the door I’d just closed, “are all goo-goo eyes!”
Rory pulled me to him. “I love you,” he told me.
“I love you, Rory.” I squeezed him and dropped my head into his chest. “I talked to my mom. She’s not real happy about my request, but she knows all about reality.”
“The patch?” Rory guessed.
“Yeah. I’m still wary of the side effects, but we’re going to my gynie.”
“Is it retro-active?” he tried to laugh. I didn’t answer. “Will I be able to look your folks in the eyes ever again? Do they hate me?”
“They like you better than me,” I said, trying to be funny. “But you probably shouldn’t come over next week, just to be safe.”
We headed down the stairs to find the door to Lyla’s mother’s room wide open. “They must be up and around,” Rory said, but we looked inside, anyway, and saw Lyla, just sitting there, staring into the corner. No Conor in sight, and he wasn’t in the washroom or the kitchen. Lyla’s dress, Rory’s blue suit coat, the red tie, and fake flowers were scattered on the bed.
“Lyla?” I went to her.
“You all knew,” she said when she noticed me. “You told me.”
And then we knew. It had finally happened. Two months, but not two good months. Not like mine and Rory’s two good months.
We didn’t need the story. I’d get it later, and I’d tell Rory what he needed to know. He’d talk to Conor later, probably, and tell me what I needed to know. Later, I’ll say now, I’d asked Ava about Conor. She said she didn’t think Lyla was with Conor or she never would have gone out with him that one time. Conor was funny, she said. He made her laugh. And when he asked her out, she said okay, and they went drinking with some other friends, and went further than she thought she would, and afterwards she knew it was a mistake, and that was that.
Lyla had been crying, but not from a broken heart. More like frustration. Disappointment. Resignation. We dried her eyes, and I walked her out of the room.
Then she saw Johnny and Akiko together, and I could feel her crumble all over again.
Rory
Johnny dropped his head when he saw Lyla, and the air was so thick, I think he wanted to punch a hole in the wall.
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