The Trouble with Saying Goodbye

The Trouble with Saying Goodbye – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

So, back to the night of the Christmas Show party.  Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!  Sparkles!

June and I were making out.  Leo and Cindy were making out, and clothing got loose.  I thought they might actually fuck in front of us.  June pulled my pants open and did give me a blowjob right in front of them, though.  That was no biggie.  I mean, the blowjob was great, I just didn’t care if Leo and Cindy saw.  With Silke, I’d gotten used to public sex.  With Rory, and Mia, and Lyla, I’d gotten used to being naked with my friends.  I caught Cindy checking out my cock.  When I smiled at her, she let her top hang open and I saw her tits, which was nice.  Then Cindy reached out and dragged a finger along my hard cock, which was nice, too.  So, I reached out and copped a feel of her titties, which was the nicest.  Leo just laughed it off.

Thing is, when June took me to term and I blew, she got my cum shots right in her face.  I didn’t aim — that was all just how she held me, I was just sitting there.  And the first shot hit her right in the eye, and then the rest went on her face and in her hair before the blast calmed down.  I apologized, of course, and kissed her, and helped clean her up.

Now, I told you the song Junie sang in the Christmas show: “I Love Snow.”  I know it’s kind of cringe to write lyrics in a story, but bear with me.  Her song went:

            It’s white and it’s fluffy and it’s falling everywhere

            It’s sailing and it’s flowing and it’s trailing in the air

            It’s sitting on my eyebrows and it’s tickling my nose

            And I’m loving every minute ‘cause I love snow!

Now, everyone in the show wound up knowing those lyrics from all of Junie’s rehearsing.  Her number was cute, but we were kind of sick of the song.  So, when I shot my cum in her eye, Leo immediately took up the call to parody, and Cindy, god bless her, filled in the blanks.  They sang:

            It’s white and it’s sticky and it spraying everywhere

            It’s shooting and it’s flying and it’s landing in my hair

            It shot me in the eyeball and it’s coming out my nose

            And I’m loving every cum drop ‘cause I love blows!

June suffered through it, but was a good sport.  When Leo and Cindy stopped laughing, we finally calmed down, and had another round of Polish beers.  I got a Tyskie that time and made Leo happy.  Leo toasted, “Here’s cum in her eye,” and laughed at his own joke.  It kind of stopped there.

Then we realized we were waiting on Silke, still in Leo’s bedroom with Albert.  The TV was on, but Leo took the option to provide entertainment.  He pulled out a board game; he’d had a few on display in case anyone wanted to play one during the party.  Based on what Cindy had called me before, he brought out Trouble.

“I don’t know if you know this, but board games are an aphrodisiac where I come from,” I said.   “Every time my other friends and I play one, everyone gets laid.”

“Why?  Just some magic in the air?” Cindy asked.

“We play by sexy rules.”  I thought that summed it up pretty well without going too far into it.

“So, what would sexy-rules-Trouble be?” June wondered.

It was difficult to say.  It was the Star Wars: Clone Wars version of the game, which meant that the Pop-O-Matic dice popper was R2-D2 themed.  In the game, four players move their pawns around the board until they get them all ‘home.’  If you land on someone else’s piece, they have to go back to start.  So, it’s just a race game with frustration.  Or trouble.  But because there was an R2-D2 in the Pop-O-Matic bubble in addition to the die, if you popped and R2 landed straight up on his ‘feet,’ you got a bonus 6 and could pop again.  That didn’t help make it any sexier, though.

We started playing the game, anyway, and Cindy realized, “Hey, this is the same game as Sorry.”

“Sorry…” Leo quipped.

It was kind of boring, honestly, and it got frustrating when your piece was almost ‘home’ and then someone else landed on top of it.  But pressing the R2-D2 Pop-O-Matic was fun!

About that time, Silke and Albert let themselves out of Leo’s bedroom.  They were talking about ‘if she came out to California in a couple years, to let him know.’  Apparently, he was going to college out there.  Albert said goodbye to all of us, gave Silke a kiss and said something about the number four, and made his way home.  He was a nice guy, but I didn’t feel the need to rush up and shake his hand, or anything.  I thought he was gay.  I really did.  Oh, well.  Peanut butter.  Helaas, pindakaas.

Silke came over and saw us playing the game.  “This game will cause trouble,” she warned us.

“It’s called Trouble,” we all said.

On my turn, my piece landed on Leo’s piece, sending him back to start.  Leo growled at me.

Silke watched the game.  “This is a copy game.  It is Ludo.  Of course, that is the same game as Mensch, which is the same game as Parcheesi.”

“But this one has R2-D2,” Cindy assured her, a little tipsy.  No, a lot tipsy.

“And what are the sexy rules you decided on?” Silke asked me.

“Honestly, we couldn’t come up with any, except for a kiss if you landed on someone, or some reward for winning,” I said.  “Your pieces just run around the board until they come back home, then they’re safe.”

Leo sat forward.  “You ever ‘run the bases’ at Little League?”  We tried to figure out what he meant.  “I mean, when the game is over, the little kids all want to run on the field.  And you take two kids, about equal, or brothers, at Home Plate, and they face First and Third Base, holding hands behind them.  When you break their hands, they have to run around the baseline in their direction, and whoever gets Home first is the winner.”

“Okayyyy?” Cindy wondered.

Leo pointed at R2-D2.  “Us.  Naked.  Streaking.”

“At the baseball field?  In the snow?” June asked, amazed.

“Let’s do it!” I shouted.  “I am the king of naked games.  Nothing fazes me.  I’m the guy who fucked Silke naked eleven inches away from Mr. Ackerman, and got a blowjob on her front porch.”

“You are the king!” Leo proclaimed and high-fived me.  Then I caught him giving Cindy a look, like ‘You and I have got to try that.’

The girls weren’t convinced, but Silke had that dangerous look in her eye.  She was in.  Leo and I teased Cindy and June along into it, but didn’t have to try too hard, honestly.

I asked Cindy, in a low sexy voice, “Meet you at Second Base, again?”

“Too bad you can’t meet me at Third Base,” she quipped back.

“See you at Home?” I jested.

“Maybe someday.”

Maybe someday.  So, I got that going for me, which was nice. 

I turned to Leo.  “You want to do this at the school’s baseball field?”

He inhaled deeply through his nose, like he was really thinking about it.  “No, we can’t do that, can we?  I mean, the field is empty, no one will see us, but I’m not walking that far and I’m too drunk to drive.”

“Your dad’s not home,” Cindy reminded him.

“He’d know.  Somehow, he always knows.  I don’t want to lose my keys in winter,” he said, taking another guzzle of his brew.  “I looked at the gameboard, the path around the game, and I just saw a baseball infield, and how the Pop-O-Matic looks like the pitcher’s mound, that’s all.”  He pointed at the corners, “First, Second, Third, Home…”

Silke found a pad of lined paper by Leo’s phone in the kitchen.  They still had a land line!  She took a Sharpie and drew out a map.  A square was Leo’s house.  “You have the correct idea, just the wrong location,” she told us.  “We are stuck at home.  We each have to come out, like in the game, and run around the course without clothing.  If someone else passes you…”

“No,” Cindy clarified.  “Taps you on the shoulder, hits you on the head… like the pieces.”

“Right, then you have to start over!” Leo caught on.

“But what is our path?  Just out the front door, around the house, and back inside to safety?” Silke asked, making a path of dots around her square.

“Yeah, why not?” June asked, I guess a little timid.  “Won’t that be good enough?”

“No, we need a good amount of danger,” I said, surprising even myself, looking right at Silke.  “There has to be the possibility of getting caught naked.”  Silke has really rubbed off on me.  If, at the ski lodge, we hadn’t gone swimming in the heated pool then ran up to get our threesome started, I’m pretty sure we’d have gone naked skiing or naked tubing that night.

Silke drew more boxes on the paper.  “Perhaps around your city block?”

Leo considered how many neighbors would see his white ass running past their home and was about to agree when I had the fix.

“Hey,” I said, taking Silke’s marker and drawing another street and more boxes.  “You live one street off from Dalton Street.”  Dalton was the busy street, the “main” street in town, with a Starbucks, restaurants, a comics shop, the old movie theater, a hardware store — you get the idea.  “We start here, at your house, run past these quaint little houses, round the corner to Dalton, run past the shops — which are all closed! — turn back onto your street, and burn the track to your house, again.”

There was enough danger, enough thrill in the idea, that no one said ‘no.’  No one wanted to be the wet blanket.  No one wanted to chicken out.  Running naked down Dalton Street would give us bragging rights for a year.

“Old school streaking like it’s the 70s!” Cindy cheered.

“Do you have a wild forest 70s bush?” I asked.  My beer made me ask.

“Guess you’ll find out,” she said with a wink.  So, yeah, I was going to get to see pretty dark-haired Cindy completely naked, which was nice.

“There’s traffic on Dalton,” Leo warned.  “Even at this hour.  People will see us naked.”

“Look who you’re talking to,” Junie laughed, opening her arms at the three of them: herself, Leo, and Cindy.  “Who hasn’t seen us naked?”

At that point, I realized something.  I stood up — kind of wobbly, but I stood up — and went over to Leo’s bedroom door.  I turned on his light and looked inside.  I saw his Captain America poster on the wall.

There was a video that went around at the start of the school year.  Three people — a guy and two girls — were getting it on in a threesome in a room with a Captain America poster.  The video was a stationary camera, probably a laptop, and you couldn’t really see the faces too clearly because of the low lighting, and it went in and out of focus at times, but it was a hot video.  A guy with brown hair, a dark-haired girl with big tits, and a blond with smaller tits.

I had that video.  June was in that video.  I’d seen June lose her virginity in that video.  I laughed.  I looked back at Leo.  He just shrugged and finished his beer.  Silke looked back at me, knowing what I’d discovered.

I was in good company.

I visited the “little boys’ room” and got rid of some beer.  When I came back to the gathering, I pulled off my shirt.  “Let’s get going!  I’m blue!”  Color didn’t matter; it’s not like we had colorful hats or anything.  Except our shoes.  We’d keep our shoes on, running on the snowy sidewalks.  There wasn’t a lot of snow out there, maybe just enough that we might actually have a white Christmas if it didn’t melt, but we’d need the traction of shoes.

Clothes flew.  I was naked.  Leo was naked.  Silke was naked.  Junie was naked.  And Cindy was naked, so I got to see her pussy, which was nice.  And she didn’t have a huge 70s bush.  It was, actually, mostly shaved except for a seriously cute dark thin upside-down triangle pointing right at her cleft.  Leo was checking out Silke’s bod, so he got something from this, too.  Then I snickered when I realized that my ‘innocent’ little Junie had fucked every one of us in the room.  Dang!

We found our shoes and laced up.  Leo checked the street out his front door, and then shut off the TV and all the house lights and the Christmas lights to not draw attention to ourselves. 

We stood naked on his front porch in the dark.  I looked to Silke for a bit of déjà vu and she smiled back at me, her red nipples looking very distinct on her light skin in the winter night.  It definitely wasn’t pitch-black out, we had a few streetlights, modest Christmas-light windows, and a half-moon to light our way and our bodies.

Funny Dutch tidbit.  Silke calls it ‘dick black’!  She says, “Het is pikdonker buiten.”  And pik means dick!  So “It’s dick-black outside!”  I will say that until I die.  And in my coffin, it will be dick black!

“Ooh, my nipples are so sharp they could cut glass!” June squealed.  But she wasn’t nervous.  She was kind of excited about all this.  I tell you, running around naked is kind of freeing.

I held my hand palm-out toward her tit, just so her nipple would poke the center of my palm and — damn if she wasn’t right!  That nip was pointy-sharp!

Leo made sure we all knew the route and that we should gather in the yard when we got back, instead of making noise on his front porch, like we were doing right then.  If we got tapped on the head, that person had to cut back to his house and start over.

We stepped down the several stairs and got ready.  Leo counted, “Ready, set, go!” and the girls took off running, and then Leo, and then me.

I don’t know if Leo shared my strategy, but if you ran out front, you ran the risk of someone passing you by and tapping you on the head.  In the back, you could run at your own speed.  I wouldn’t win but the view, I guarantee you, was so much better seeing those three fine asses shaking in front of me (I don’t count Leo’s, but it was okay)!

We all got down Leo’s Christmasy neighborhood street just fine, and turned the corner without incident.  At the corner of Dalton, however, the girls skidded to a near halt.  I shouted ahead, “Don’t stop!  R2-D2 says ‘Haul ass!’  Keep moving!”  They took my meaning and started running again.

When Leo and I got to the corner, we saw what they’d seen.  Not only was there a bunch of cars that had just left a red light, but the Greek restaurant we call The Meg was open and busy across the street.  But we were this far, we had to keep going!  If you don’t want to get in trouble, you have to keep moving.

Leo and I took off running.  Both of us — probably all five of us — ran faster than normal on this block, our goal to get to the relative ‘safety’ of the cross street and back to Leo’s street.  Leo skidded a bit, and I caught up to him.

I couldn’t resist.  I clonked him on the head as I passed him.  All I heard was a “Fuck!” in my rear audio perception.  I caught up to the girls, but had no interest in causing them any distress.  They made it to the corner, then I did, then soon we were back on the much darker street, heading for Leo’s house.

Up ahead, we saw Leo come out of his yard and run back down the block.  He was playing by the rules!  He’s a good fuckin’ sport!

Junie made it to the house first, followed by Silke, and then Cindy, and then me.  The girls waited for me.  That was a cool sight — three naked girls breathing heavy, waiting for me.  Say what you will about dicks and cold temperature and shrinkage, but my cock did me proud (my balls were tight as a walnut, but my shaft had a decent length from swinging when I ran).

Everyone was smiling!  Silke’s was ear-to-ear!  This had been so fun, I just picked her up, swung her around, and kissed her!  What a time we’ve had together!  Together…

I reminded the girls we needed to go in the back way and headed toward the yard.  June tried to take an inflatable reindeer off Leo’s front snow-lawn with her, but it was staked-in pretty well.

“What happened to Leo?” Cindy asked.

“I tapped him.  You saw him — he had to start over!” I said. 

June whispered something to Silke and they approached me.  Even in the half-moonlight, I knew they were up to no good.  They each took a shoulder and tried to push me down in the snow; to be a good, naked sport, I went down for them.  “Now do a snow angel!” June requested.

Why the fuck not?  I waved my arms and legs and made a snow angel!  Then the girls jumped in and made some, too!  When I was getting up, Silke told me, “Turn over and give your angel a pik!”  So, I made a boy angel.

I helped the girls up so we didn’t ruin our art, we brushed the snow off of each other’s backs and asses, had a good laugh, then — still naked for the neighbors to see — and fuckin’ why not? — went back out front to wait for Leo.

Down the block, we saw him round the corner and haul ass toward us, his dick flopping as he ran.  Maybe I should have run in the front of the pack, I considered, then I could have turned around and seen the girls’ tittles swinging as they ran.  Oh, well.  Peanut butter.  Leo nearly collapsed at his bannister, hoarsely drawing breath.  He waved us all back and I helped him into the yard with us. 

Leo opened his back door and we were inside.  We didn’t even realize how cold we were outside until we were back inside and our bodies started tingling.  The running kept our internal heaters going, I guess.  The beer might have had something to do with that, too.  As we passed through the kitchen, Cindy gave us each a dish towel to wipe off the melted snow from our backs, still.

“Be quiet!” Leo whisper-shouted at us.

We all sat on the rug and were quiet, waiting for Leo to tell us what was up.

Nothing happened.  Then nothing still happened.  Then a spotlight ran across his front porch and window as a car drove by.

“Cops saw me,” was all Leo whispered, as if the cops could hear us from their car, like in an old submarine movie where sonar could pick up the Germans singing in their sub.

“Where?” Cindy asked, as if it mattered.

“They were coming out of the restaurant.  One of ‘em goes, ‘Hey!’ but I kept running.”  He breathed.  “And running.”

“I love that you actually went back to Start when I punched you…” I said, but still whispered.

“Hey, I’m a law-abiding citizen,” Leo smiled in the dark, “I have to set a good example for the kiddies.”

“Are we gonna be in trouble?” June asked everyone.

Cindy looked at me and reiterated, “It’s Costa who’s in trouble…”  Silke was on my left arm and June was half in my lap, warming her back against my front, my arm holding her around the waist.

“Disorderly conduct, if they catch us,” Leo figured.

I shifted out from under June and stood on my knees and saw the police car drive down the street again, the opposite direction, shining the light on the houses across the way.  “They got nothin’,” I said, and sat back down.  June climbed on me, again.

“Unless they search the yards for naked snow angels!” Silke said, half-serious.

We all started a light giggle, which grew into a laugh, which grew into kissing the person next to you, which grew into kissing everyone else.  I didn’t kiss Leo, though.  We pried our shoes back off and were all completely naked.  Kissing.

“I loved that!  The adrenaline is still flowing through me!” Cindy said, and pushed Leo down on the rug.  “Fuck me!”  Leo pulled her down with him and Cindy got busy sucking his cock, bringing it back to life.

I turned to my two girls.  They both said, “Fuck me!” at the same time.  Dang!  Twist my arm!

We three knotted ourselves in an initial try at finding a position.  I didn’t want to hurt any feelings, though.  I realized what tonight was.  The last day I’d see either of them for a week.  Neither of them would care if we got snow tomorrow or if the snow we had melted.  They didn’t care if we had a white Christmas since both of them would be leaving for California the next day.  Yeah, that’s right.  Silke and June.  The Ackermans were going to offer to take me along with them, it turned out.  They wanted Silke to have fun, and then we’d be even-numbered for all the rides at Disneyland, and we could watch the kids for them in the park and at the beach.  But after the Naked Affair, I was out.  Because June was Silke’s bestie, the Ackermans offered to take her with, instead.  So, both of my girls are leaving me for a week.  This is when it sucks to be me.

But Cindy was right — the adrenaline rush was still with us.  My instinct said I wanted to make love to Silke, first, so that’s how our knot untangled.  I kissed Silke and pulled her down to the carpet, caressing her breasts; her hands were at my jaw, holding me while we kissed.  Junie took my cock in her mouth, getting rid of that last bit of frost and helping it grow.

I slid down to lick Silke’s kut, and then remembered that some of Albert was probably still inside.  I have no problem licking my own, or fucking a girl second, but I really didn’t want to eat some other guy’s cum.  I looked up at Silke, and we both kind of laughed as I patted her foef.

I’d had the two of them suck my cock at the same time back in our hotel room in Wisconsin, and I was kind of wondering if they might repeat that, but June decided my cock was healthy enough to ride and climbed aboard.

The heat of her pussy was immediate and intense.  My cock had just been inside her mouth, but it was like she wrapped my cock in a hot, wet washcloth.  I immediately sat up with a gasp and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her breasts.  No, I was sucking on her breasts.  I wanted them so badly.  I wanted June so badly.  She grinded and bounced on my cock as hard as she wanted, but I wanted those tits.  She controlled her movements to let me, and I must’ve found the winning combination of grinding and sucking because I was rewarded with those Junie breathy-moans.  “Mm-hff… mm-hff… mm-hff… oh, fuck, Costa… mm-hff…”

She did pull me off of her breasts to kiss me, though, and I wanted to kiss her.  I wanted to inhale her.  I held her body so tight, so still, only her pelvis could move, fucking me faster and faster.

In kissing June, I realized that I had abandoned Silke.  I’d been kissing her when June was sucking me hard, and we’d laughed about her Albert-filled kut.  And then I was with June.  I broke the kiss and looked for Silke — to hold her or touch her in some way, but she was gone.  With June in my arms, I registered that, but didn’t go looking for her.

A moment later, Silke tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a condom.  She’d disappeared to find my pants, and now she was back.  I met her eyes.  I couldn’t read them in the dark.  I didn’t know if she was ticked off, or sad, or…

She was really going to leave me.  She was going to be gone for a week, then she’d be back for a few days, then she’d leave me for good.  She was going back to Belgium and I might never see her again.

June grabbed me about the neck, “Oh, god!” she gurgled as she came, her grinding slowing, getting erratic.  I held her as she shook, as she trembled, as she collapsed on my shoulders.

I turned and set June’s back on the carpet.  I suppose I had a choice.  Since June had just cum, I could take on Silke, or I could continue with June.  I looked at Silke, but realized I wanted to continue fucking June.  Not because Silke was leaving me, not because she fucked Albert earlier, but because I wanted June.

Silke nodded at the condom in my hand.

I opened it, put it on, found position, and entered June.  My Junie.

“Oh, fuck… that’s what I need — that’s what I need… oh, Costa, that’s what I need…” she moaned as my cock filled her more than it could when she was grinding.  “Oh, I love it… I love it… Costa, I love it…”

Don’t say it, Junie, don’t say it.  Not yet, I thought.  I could feel this girl under me, I was inside her body and her arms and her head and…  Yes, I could imagine telling her I loved her.  I had a feeling she tried to say it to me a couple times, but the same thing that was stopping me was stopping her.

I was still in love with Silke.  At least I think I was.  That’s the trouble with this.  I didn’t know what to think.

Near us, Leo and Cindy were still fucking like mad.  I tried not to listen to their love-talk.  I had enough going through my head.

But despite all the feelings in my head, my body and June’s body still wanted what they wanted.  I fucked her hard and fast, then, and my cum wasn’t far away.

“Junie… I lo- I want you so bad… I’m gonna cum, Junie… I’m gonna…”

I went stiff and shot my rockets into her.  I know she couldn’t feel my cum, but she could feel my cock kicking inside her, and she reacted with her little gasps each time.  Her arms held me tight, pulling me deeper into her body, into her chest, mashing her breasts.  I shook off all my doubt and held her back, held her as tight as she did me.  “Junie…”

When I came to, we were still in the same position.  Leo and Cindy either climaxed together or hurt each other, based on their noises, but they picked themselves up and headed for his bedroom.  I wondered if I’d given my girl rugburn, then, with my… vehemence.  I pulled out of June and removed my condom, tying it off.  I tossed it on a table, telling myself I’d remember it was there and toss it out later.  I sat up, and saw Junie looking back at me.  What light there was coming from the front windows hit her eyes just the right way.  I kissed her, helped her up, and carried her to the couch, where Silke was waiting for us.

Silke welcomed us, curling into us when we found spots on the couch.  “I knew you would come back to me,” she said, a hand on each of us.

“Don’t make me play favorites,” I told Silke.  Then I kissed her and looked in her eyes.  I didn’t want this to be a contest for my love.

But maybe it was.  Maybe it was.

We didn’t move for another ten or twenty minutes, heads on each other’s chests and shoulders, relaxing.  Bashfully, June excused herself from our tangle to visit the washroom.

I held my Silke close, then.  Just the two of us.  Though I was falling for June more and more, this was Silke.  My Silke.  The girl I fell in love with even though I was not supposed to.  Can’t help that.

I kissed her, and we kept kissing.  Still my favorite part.

“Are you going to be okay when I am gone?” Silke asked me.

“Next week or forever?” I put back to her.

She had that look, again.  I expected her to say she ‘should not have come here.’  To my town, she meant.  She’s said it once before, but she didn’t say it now.  “Let us just say next week, for now.”

“I suppose,” I guessed.  “I’ll spend Christmas with my family.  And Christmas Eve.  And whatever Boxing Day is, I guess I’ll box stuff up or punch somebody, whichever it is.  I’ll play with whatever toy I get for Christmas until I break it.  I’ll see what Nicky or Rory’s up to.  I’ll read a book.  And probably jerk off a lot.”

“I thought I would have a traditional American Kerstavond and Kerstmis, and spend time with the Ackermans and my friends, but all that is changed.”  Even though she sounded sad, she was stroking my cock, lazily, kind of on automatic.  “Will you come by tomorrow?  We won’t leave the house until ten o’clock.  Then I can give you my Kerstmis gift.”

“And sit on the porch?” I asked.  I wasn’t allowed in the house.

“With the morning sun, it will likely be warmer than it was when we ran tonight,” she assumed correctly.  “When we… streaked?”

I nodded that she got the phrase right.

“I can do that.”  I could give her my gift, too, then.  I would have to wrap it tonight.  “I got you a nice thing — for Christmas.  But I want you to know, the nicest thing you could give me is…”

“Don’t say it is that I would stay,” she interrupted me.

“No.  I know that’s… not… not possible.”  I turned further into her.  “The nicest thing is just you being here.  Not here, at Leo’s.  But here.  In my town.  In my life.  Ik mis je.”

“Not yet you don’t,” she said to my hair.

“However you conjugate it.  I’m in Beta English, not Alpha Dutch.  Ik will mis je.”  My eyes were getting glassy.  “I’m so much better for having met you.”

Silke was quiet.  She still held my cock.

“You do realize, we are alone on a couch.  Where it all began,” she said.  The light from the window was framing her hair.  I couldn’t see her eyes.  I thought about what she said.  We began on Lyla’s couch, the wrong board game was on the table, but she was right.  Her, me, and a couch.

“Silke,” was all I said before she was in my arms proper and we filled the couch length-wise with our bodies.  We kissed desperately, my hands taking a tour of her body, caressing her lovely, lovely breasts, and teasing her pussy and clit — essence of Albert be damned.  She pulled me on top of her and clawed my back, shredding my skin to pieces, but I loved it.  I told you she had that animal flair in her.

But she was right.  We both needed to get me inside of her as quickly as we could.  Her legs locked me in place as I entered my Silke again and found my way home.  I gave out the exhaled cry of distress, this time, enjoying the feeling of being inside the girl I loved.  The girl I fucking loved!  Was this going to be the last time we would be together?  It felt like it.  We would have a couple days before she left at New Years, and we were experts at finding time and places to make love, but she would have a lot of people to visit those last days, a lot of things people wanted her to do with them, and a party or two.  Would we be alone?  Could we spend the night together?  Maybe my dad would understand and turn another blind eye.  Maybe I’d play Don’t Wake Daddy, again, and sneak into the Ackermans’ house.  I don’t know.

But for right then, we belonged to each other, maybe for forever, maybe for the last time.

I don’t want to tell you how I fucked Silke and made her cum three times and left stuff all over the couch.  I don’t want to tell you how I made love to Silke and whispered in her ear how much I loved her and would miss her.  I don’t want to tell you how the girl I met being too bashful to play a dare game in front of me was screaming my name in pleasure and moaning things in Dutch I wasn’t supposed to understand.

I don’t want to tell you that.

Silke was mine.  These are my memories of her.

We both slept, I’m sure, for a bit.  But we woke up.  I don’t know what time it was.  I didn’t care.  Junie was sitting across from us on the comfy chair under a piece of snowman art.  She’d plugged the window lights back in and figured out how to turn on the Christmas tree lights.  She was smiling.

She’s beautiful, my Junie. 

I brushed back my Silke’s hair.  “Ik hou van jou,” I told her.  “You know that.  I wasn’t supposed to, but I do.”  I breathed and made a decision to say, “But I’ll be okay.”

Silke just smiled weakly at me and hugged me tight.  She either couldn’t or wouldn’t speak.

There was a shifting on the couch as Junie climbed on and joined us.  She kissed my cheek and wrapped herself onto my left side.

June figured she knew what we were talking about.  Not specifically, but something to do with our relationship.  She went kind of sideways off-topic.  “What can we bring you?”

“From Disneyland?”  I thought for a second, and sat up, Silke joining me.  “Um, something from Star Wars Land, I don’t know, I’ve never been there for that.  Han Solo figure in Mickey ears? or, um, how about in Adventureland, an Indiana Jones hat? or… I really like the Tiki Birds thing, if you could bring me a Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Bird.  Or all of Tom Sawyer’s island, if they didn’t tear that down, yet.  or… I know, the abominable snow monster from the Matterhorn ride.  That would be cool.”

“How about a shirt?” June laughed.

“A hoodie.  A white hoodie would be nice,” I allowed.  “With a picture of the abominable snow monster.”

“We’ll see what we can do,” June said.  She kissed me, then leaned in and kissed Silke.  “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

“And,” I remembered, “take some bathing beauty shots on the beach, both of you.  I know I have your nudes, but I haven’t seen either of you in a sexy bikini.”

It was then that I realized that June was dressed.

“You ready to go?” June asked Silke.

“No,” she answered.

I put my head down on Silke’s chest.  I could hear her heart.  I held her tight.

So, I held Junie’s hand tighter.

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