On Saturn

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On Saturn

Chapter 9

[December 20th, 2014 - Christmas trip]

I spent the last week resenting everything that happened the previous Saturday between me, Abby and Aaron. I was just getting the handle of our sex play, when Aaron joined us and everything went out of control for me. I couldn't cope with the reactions he got out of Abby, the connection they seemed to make during sex, the things he did to her. It made me feel extremely jealous.

Luckily neither of them perceived my actions as angry sex, they must have thought I was rough but didn't comment on it. Actually, we didn't talk about sex all week, if we talked at all. Aaron left shortly after we finished and I told Abby I was tired and had a headache, so she would call for her mom to pick her up.

The whole week I avoided Abby with excuses, I didn't talk to or text her much, saying I was tired and was going to bed early. I could tell she wasn't buying it by the end of the week.

Inside, I just wanted to hug and kiss her and wished everything went back to the way it was. Just us and our love. I even felt like I'd give up sex entirely if it meant I could keep her.

On top of all that, my parents had the worst timing in the world. They were taking a two-week long trip with their friends and I had to come along. They wanted to spend Christmas and New Year's eve traveling. I wasn't old enough to be on my own for two weeks according to them, but they were probably right.

Had I known before about the trip, I would have tried to talk to Abby sooner. Now I was leaving and wouldn't be able to see her until the new year. I hoped I could talk to her and let her know how much this whole thing had affected me. I resented her for the way she gave herself to Aaron, but I had no one else to go to, so I'd planned to talk to her and try to get her to forget about sex with him. There was no way this would happen now for the next two weeks.

Mom told me we would be leaving Saturday morning with Marsha and Travis Woods, the couple I met at Thanksgiving dinner. We'd be going to a cabin they owned about two hours away from home and stay there until Christmas. Then we'd drive down to California, spend New Year's eve there and drive back up home.

Marsha and Travis Woods are college professors, like my dad. He and Travis work together. My dad teaches physics and Travis teaches astronomy. Marsha is a geology teacher at a different college. They were about ten years younger than my parents and, as I found out during Thanksgiving, had no kids. In spite of all the turmoil I was going through, I liked the idea of spending a few days with them as I somehow felt that we could get along.

I was sulking in the backseat of my dad's car the whole way. I had my earphones on as only listening to some music could stop me from thinking of Abby and Aaron. We wandered through the woods shortly after leaving the house and I tried to appreciate the landscape outside the window. I couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for the shit happening to me, I would actually enjoy this trip. I loved nature and felt lucky that we lived in a forested area.

After about three playlists had gone, we arrived at the cabin. I mentally chuckled at the pun that we were at the cabin of the Woods. It was in a large private complex with maybe two dozen cabins, strewn across the side of a small, low hill. They were far enough apart from each other that you couldn't see the other houses from yours. The complex was sitting by the lake, which was now almost to the point of freezing, and our cabin was like a hundred yards away from the shore. The private park was full of pines and bushes as they naturally grew and it looked like they'd chopped off some of the trees to make place for the cabins. I loved this place so far and, once again, felt frustrated that I couldn't shake the bad feelings from my head.

The house was bigger than it looked from the outside. It was two stories high, had three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a large kitchen and dining area merged with the living room in one big space. Outside, there was a medium-sized pool that was currently covered with a tarp. I wondered if bathing in the lake was not allowed or something, because I'd rather swim there if it was the summer.

"I love your house, Marsha." I said after we finished unloading the car and were getting settled.

"Oh thanks, Ethan! I'm glad you like it." she said with a smile and then added, "This room downstairs will be your room. Feel free to put your stuff wherever you like."

"Thanks." I replied with a smile and noticed my mother was looking at the whole exchange with a slight smile of her own. Maybe she thought I was usually a rude prick to other people and didn't expect me to be this kind. I felt a little proud that I got that smile out of her, but also a little sad when I thought about how distant she was to me. Both of my parents at that.

I walked to the room just a few feet away from the living room and dropped my bag by the queen sized bed. The room was spacious even with the big bed. There was a wall closet and a big fixed window that looked out to the hill. I liked that I could watch out the window at the trees and the snow from the bed. I started feeling good that I'd come with my parents in the end. Maybe I could forget about what was troubling me for a few days.

We spent the rest of the Saturday afternoon walking around the complex. Marsha showed me all kinds of trees that grew up and how old they seemed to be and I enjoyed being able to clear my head for a while. We baked pizza for dinner and I went to my bedroom early as the adults stayed up watching a movie. I intended to listen to more of my music but I fell asleep 10 minutes into the playlist.

[December 21st, 2014 - Bombs dropping]

I woke up on Sunday to the smell of toast and coffee. My stomach grumbled and I thought it was so nice to have breakfast ready.

We had breakfast while the adults made plans for the day and I was thinking of spending the afternoon playing with my phone.

After lunch, I went out for a walk after assuring my parents that I wouldn't go far and I'd know my way back. I ventured down the hill and walked past some other cabins until I reached the lake. The hill wasn't really steep, more like the ground was a little inclined, but it was enough to make each cabin secluded from the neighboring houses.

I sat on a log after brushing off the snow that had gathered on it, seemingly overnight. It would make my butt wet but there was nowhere else to sit and I wanted to rest.

I was contemplating the white lake as it reflected the cloudy sky, tiny waves coming to the shore, when my phone went off with a text. It was from Abby and it was a simple "Hey".

I feared opening it because I'd have to reply and didn't really want to burst the bubble of oblivion I was in. I waited a few minutes to see if she'd say something else but I got nothing. I took a deep breath and replied.

"Hey"

"How r u?"

"I'm fine. At the woods"

"What's going on with u" here was the question I feared.

"Nothin. Why?"

"You've been avoiding me all week"

"I havent" I played dumb trying to get out of it.

"Yes u have!!"

I didn't know what to reply, she wasn't content with my short messages anymore.

"Listen, whatever I did to u, I'm sorry" she wrote, and I felt compelled to tell her more.

"I'm sorry I've been distant. We can talk when I get back"

"Ok"

Then immediately after, "what did I do that got you so upset?"

So much for waiting until I get back.

"It's nothing. Let's talk when I get back" I insisted.

"Fine" I figured she was sort of mad.

Then her next text felt like an ice bucket.

"Aaron's coming over later."

My stomach was practically underground as I read this.

"My mom's at work." she continued.

I felt tears of pain and anger well up in my eyes. I started to shake as my worst fears were materialized in front of me in the shape of a huge fist, pointed at my face.

"I know we said only you and I would fuck, but after what we did the other day, is it ok if I let Aaron fuck me?"

This was more than a fist. This was a bomb dropped right on me while the timer finished and it blew me in a million pieces. My tears were running down my face freely as I ate up all my cries through gritted teeth.

"No it's not! Quit being such a slut for him!"

I was seeing red and quite blurry at that. I just sent out that text not really thinking of what I was saying. I just spoke my angry mind.

"What??" now she was mad for sure.

"You're an asshole Ethan" she wrote.

I contained myself as I wanted to write a thousand texts telling her why I couldn't handle what she was doing, what we were doing. But I needed her to be understanding and apologetic, and that wasn't happening.

I buried my face in my hands and cried into them, my sobs and the lake water the only sounds I could hear. I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw every stone at the water, chop down every tree, bang the walls of every cabin and then smash the car windows. I damned the minute my parents wanted me to come with them to this hell hole.

I cried and cried until I thought no more tears would come out. I cared about nothing else at that moment, just my selfish anger. I got up and walked even farther away from the house until I found a more secluded spot where there was a little beach surrounded by the hill, which seemed to be really steep here, ending in a sort of cliff about 20 feet high.

I sat on the ground, feeling the cold under my butt. I leaned back on the cliff wall, which was pure dirt and some rock. It was still wet from the snow. Gradually I felt better and calmed down as the cliff sheltered me from the cold wind that was blowing. I realized my eyes must have been all puffy and I'd have to face my parents and the Woods like this. I wanted not to care at that moment, but I felt it was better to avoid any questions.

I lay back and thought about nothing. I couldn't think about anything. I closed my eyes. I felt numb, to the air, to the cold, to my wet butt. I found myself humming a tune and slowly became aware of the sound. Singing like that, I felt like I wanted to break free of some sort of prison. I felt like the song was the only vehicle to take me away and help me escape.

I must have been there for an hour, but it felt like a whole day. I realized it was getting quite chilly as the evening set in. I got a message from my father asking if I was okay and to tell me we'd be having dinner shortly. I replied I'd be up there in a few minutes and started walking slowly back to the house.

I was still on autopilot, not being able to think about anything in particular, just moving my cold feet uphill. I did stop to check my face on my phone's camera, just to be prepared in case anyone noticed I'd been crying. I could see my eyes were red and still a little puffy. I thought maybe I should just skip dinner and avoid seeing my parents and their friends. I slowed down my steps even more, not really feeling like being in the house.

Eventually I got into the house and waved to no one in particular as I headed to the bathroom, which was the opposite end from the dining area. I heard everyone greeting me and telling me to come over for dinner as I closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were indeed puffy, if not as red as they'd been. I splashed some water on my face for a few seconds and rubbed my eyes. I dried and took another look in the mirror, faked a smile to myself and decided I wouldn't be able to cover the fact that I'd been crying anyway. So I just took a deep breath and went over to the adults.

As I sat and they passed stuff around, I put a little bit of everything on my plate, not really planning to eat much. I was a little surprised that no one made any comments on my face or what I'd been up to outside. But I was just glad, so I didn't think further about it. I sat at the table pushing food around on my plate for a few minutes for the sake of good manners and didn't join in any of the conversation, which I wasn't paying attention to anyway.

I excused myself saying I was tired and was going to bed. My mother looked at me questioningly for a brief second but then everyone said good night and she did as well. I slumped back on the mattress after I'd closed the door to my bedroom. I didn't feel like crying anymore, but I couldn't stop thinking about Abby. Now that the heat of the moment had vanished, I didn't feel as shocked anymore. I was thinking of a way to apologize to her for my comment.

I got my phone out of my pocket and checked out the messages. I'd sent my last message to her at 4 pm, but she'd been online later at 4:30 pm. I typed a message and sent it.

"Hey... I'm sorry." I wished this could start a real talk.

But after five minutes she hadn't even read it. She got it, but she didn't read it. Ten minutes after the message and she still wasn't on. I sent another one.

"U there?"

Five minutes later, she hadn't read it yet. I decided to just call her. After the usual five or so rings, the call went to voicemail. I called again. And again. All to voicemail. I started to freak out.

I decided to check up on Aaron. He was online last at 4:30 pm, same time as Abby. All sorts of thoughts started running through my head, as new powerless tears started running from my eyes.

I was sure they were fucking. She'd gone and broken our deal. I checked the time and it was almost 8 pm. That meant that they'd been together for more than three hours, if they met around the last-seen time. That was more than enough time to fuck, at least twice. I know we've fucked at least twice when we spent the afternoon together. Were they doing it more than that? Was she acting like a total slut for him? Was she insatiable? Was he able to recover and fuck her over and over? Was he doing his little tricks with his dick?

I realized I was paranoid, and also helpless. There was nothing I could do about it. Whatever they decided to do without me, they could do it freely.

I also realized I was turned on by all these ideas. How could I be after all the pain this had caused me? The truth is that my dick was hard thinking of what they might be doing. I thought of Abby moaning out loud as Aaron thrust inside her, his hips slapping her ass. A new wave of tears fell out at this, but I also squeezed my hard, throbbing cock. I thought of Aaron grabbing her hair as he pounded her doggie-style, then holding her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, then cumming all over her face after slapping his cock on her tongue.

My cock was really hard at all this and, while I was angry, I was coming up with ideas for stuff we hadn't done before. I was so sure that Abby would let him do it if he wanted, as she was letting out that slutty attitude she discovered with me.

I found my hand stroking my cock under my pants as I realized I was still watching my phone screen on Aaron's messages, the last-seen time still 4:30 pm. I pulled my hand from my pants, locked my phone and lay on my back letting out tears as they came.

Eventually I fell asleep with these conflicting thoughts in my head. I woke up some time later and it was really dark. At first I didn't know where I was, what day it was. Then I remembered, as I became conscious that my legs were stiff and I wasn't precisely in the most comfortable position.

I took off my jeans and my sweater, as I usually slept in my underwear and a t-shirt. I reached for my phone to check the time and it was dead. My charger was in the living room, damn it. I wanted to see if Abby had replied to my texts, so I quietly got out of the bedroom to go get it.

As I opened the door, I saw there were no lights on and there was no one downstairs but me. I stepped into the small hallway and started walking toward the other side of the house, when I heard what I was sure was a moan, coming from upstairs. I froze in the spot and noticed my cock was hardening automatically.

I stayed still and shortly another moan, longer and louder this time, came from upstairs. I stepped into the stairs led by my curiosity and my instantly hard cock. I was only in boxers, a t-shirt and socks. It felt a bit chilly in the house, but I didn't care. Slowly, I climbed some steps trying to catch more of these sounds. Surely, I kept hearing them louder as I got higher up the stairs.

Once I reached the top of the stairs, I realized that the moaning was coming from the door at the end of the short hall, which was Marsha and Travis' bedroom. My parents were in the bedroom right across the staircase. I started walking very slowly toward the end of the hall, fearing that anyone might come out any minute and find me there.

"Yeah..." I heard through the door and I could tell it was Marsha. As I finally got close, I could hear talking but I couldn't make out what they said. It was surely Travis' voice as it sounded deep. I put my head as close to the door as I could, all the time thinking I was going to be busted if I got caught.

I imagined Travis lying on Marsha as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. I was squeezing my cock over my underwear.

"Ohhh..." then I heard a different moan and it was my mother's voice.

A shiver ran through my body as the reality of the situation sank in. My mother wasn't in her room with my father, but in bed with the Woods. I didn't know what to feel, I was so horny but conflicted.

"Ahh..." that was my father's voice moaning this time. I shoved my hand in my boxers and started furiously stroking my cock. All four of them were having sex just mere feet from where I was standing, only separated by a door. I was so tempted to just open it and peek inside at what was going on.

I didn't care about my confusion anymore, this was group sex happening practically in front of me and my lust and my hard cock were more important. I kept hearing moans and low talking that I couldn't make out through the door. Then I heard what seemed like the bed springs and some rustling. I freaked out, thinking someone must be coming to the door, and ran down the hall and the stairs as lightly as I could so as not to make a sound.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs listening for more noises and no one came out. I waited for about a minute and then got bold again and decided to walk upstairs again. I stood by the door and hooked my boxers under my balls to be able to stroke my cock freely. I bent down to try and look through the keyhole but there was nothing I could make out.

"Ahh ahh ahhh..." it was Marsha moaning repeatedly as she was apparently cumming. I heard more deep mumbling from the men and then my mother was also moaning louder. I imagined they were both being fucked by the other's husband doggie-style.

I realized I was about to cum and stopped jacking, as the floor was carpeted and leaving a cum stain would surely arise questions the following day. I stayed a little longer but the noises seemed to have stopped so I went back down to my bedroom, shut the door and lay back on the bed before bringing myself to a big orgasm.

Afterwards, I thought how bizarre it was that I jacked off over my parents having sex. Group sex at that. But I couldn't help a sad and angry feeling to get to me as I pondered the fact that my girlfriend, my best friend and my parents were all having sex that night and I wasn't. My mind flew back to a few hours earlier and I remembered all the jealousy I'd been feeling before I fell asleep. Now that I wasn't horny anymore, I just felt sad and lonely.

I remembered I'd gone out to get my phone charger in the first place, but I didn't care what Abby had to say to me anymore. She wasn't there for me when I needed her before. So I just rolled over and hugged the covers around me wishing sleep took me away soon.

[December 22nd, 2014 - Open minds]

I woke up on Monday and it was sunny outside to my surprise. I guess I expected the weather to be snowing all throughout the trip or something. I feared getting out of bed and facing everybody. I was ashamed I'd heard them the night before. I also feared turning on my phone and reading anything from Abby. I was wishing I'd never done this in the first place. I felt so bad I regretted even meeting Abby.

A half hour must have gone by before my mother knocked on my door to let me know breakfast would be ready soon. I reluctantly got up, dressed and went to the bathroom. After I washed myself and made sure I looked okay, I dragged my feet to the table and sat down looking at the empty plate before me.

"Morning there. Want some eggs and toast?" Marsha asked me.

"Yes, sure." I replied not looking her in the eye. I couldn't look anyone in the eye.

I stayed silent throughout most of breakfast. Lucky for me, no one commented on it. After I was done eating, I cleared my plate and put it in the sink and excused myself to go outside.

I considered charging my phone and play games to get my mind off things, but I didn't dare open my messages. So afer a few minutes sitting on the front porch steps, I let my parents know I would go and take a walk.

I went down to the lake and walked to the same spot I'd been sitting at the day before. It looked very different with a sunny sky. For one, it didn't feel like a cave, so instead of retreating to my own thoughts, it felt like the place compelled me to open up and take in the sounds and the smells. It was amazing how much the weather affected me and it still does to this day.

After some time, I walked along the shore in the opposite direction and saw some people were also enjoying the lake, even though it was cold. There was a kid younger than me trying to skip stones in the water and someone who appeared to be his dad was teaching him.

It made me think of how distant my parents and I had become. I wished I could spend some time like that with them, even if it was something as silly as throwing stones at a lake. I kept walking and got around the complex to arrive to the cabin from the opposite side.

As I got there, I saw my father, Travis and Marsha out by the BBQ grill. I waved at them and went inside the house. I walked to my bedroom passing my mother in the way and, before I could close the door behind me, I noticed she was holding it open.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Yeah." I replied after a brief second thinking what she might want from me.

I thought they somehow knew I'd been standing by the door the night before while they had sex inside and I dreaded the talk that was surely coming.

I sat on the bed and she sat beside me. I started feeling uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern in her voice. "Is something troubling you?" she added after I didn't reply right away.

I thought about denying everything, but something about the walk at the lake made me feel like I could open up.

"What do you mean?" I asked back.

"You've been... quiet." she was trying to approach me with care in her words, I could tell.

"Yeah, it's just..." I paused, "...nevermind. It's silly."

I was hard for me to be open with my mother, not really used to doing this with her.

"You can tell me, nothing is silly if it's troubling my son." she said and then smiled at me.

I felt loved at that moment. It might have been a cheap trick, but it worked on me.

Suddenly I felt like she was a safety net and I'd been free falling all this time, thinking I was surely destined to hit the ground. My eyes filled with tears against my will. I felt the urge to lean into her and I didn't fight it.

I fell into her side, leaning my head on her shoulder and she put her arms around me, pulling me into her. I smelled her scent and it took me back to when I was a little kid and used to hug my mother quite often. I felt like I'd gotten my mom back.

I couldn't help the sobs that came out and Mom just hugged me and gently stroked my arm and shoulder as she sat there with me. I hadn't realized how much I needed her until now, how much I'd missed being close to her since about junior high.

After I got myself under control, I sat back up and then hugged her tightly.

"Thank you." I said quietly.

"It's okay, sweetie." she said. "Tell me what's going on." she added after I pulled back from her embrace.

"Um..." I didn't know where to start. "It's... it's Abby."

She looked on, waiting for me to continue.

"She, uh... had sex with my friend Aaron." I explained.

"I know who he is." she said, and I must have looked at her funny because I was surprised that she knew my friends. "So she cheated on you?"

"Yes, no... sort of..." I knew I had to do a better job of explaining this. "It's more complicated. You see... Abby and I are having sex..."

"I know." she replied and my face of astonishment must have been clear. "I mean, I figured. You two are alone at home every Saturday."

I'd been taking my mom for granted all this time.

"I trust that you're being safe, aren't you?" she asked calmly, not at all the reaction I expected from her.

"Of course!" I replied, not wanting to disappoint her all of a sudden. She was being so cool about this. Then again, she was pretty open about sex as I'd found out.

"Good. And?" she urged me on.

"Well, we had sex together with Aaron once..." I lied and then noticed how silly I was. "Twice actually."

"Oh... like a threesome?" she asked.

"Yeah..." I replied looking at my lap.

"So you agreed not to have sex with Aaron separately?" she asked and I realized she implied that I could have been having sex with Aaron on my own as well. And that was actually true, since we had mutually jacked off some time ago. I realized I was just as guilty, if not to the same extent.

"Not exactly. I thought it was implied, I guess" I explained, more to myself than to her.

"Look, sex can be complicated if you're not wise enough to handle it. Teenage kids think they can deal with it because they can get horny, but I think what you've done here goes beyond your own understanding." she put it into words amazingly.

"I see. I guess... I guess I'm not really mad at her for doing it. But we'd agreed that Aaron couldn't, you know... have... intercourse... with her." I said and she smiled at this.

"And she did?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she did." I said.

"Did you enjoy it when it was the three of you?" she asked, still smiling.

"Well, yeah..." I replied looking back down.

"Well then, what you two did, you gave each other freedom. Freedom to touch another boy, to experience having sex with him." she said. "And now you fear she's taken more liberties than you expected her to."

I just looked up at her, letting her words sink in.

"It's okay to experiment, it seems you both wanted it and agreed to do it. But that kind of liberty comes at a price. You should be clear about what you expect from each other." she said and I tried to comprehend what it meant for us.

"But... isn't that supposed to be off limits if we're boyfriend and girlfriend? I mean, why would she want to have sex with anyone else and still be my girlfriend?" I asked, looking at mom.

"That's also why you included your friend in the first place. It seems to me that Abby thinks having sex with him is the same, whether you're there or not. Everyone has different limits." she explained like she was an expert in the matter. "Maybe you don't understand this now that you're young. Some people are together because they love each other, but the way they experience sex is beyond the boundaries of their love."

I gave her a confused look.

"It means they can have sex with other people and that doesn't mean they stop loving each other or they don't want to be together anymore." she continued.

"Is that what you and Dad do?" I blurted out before I noticed. I'd just uncovered myself.

She paused and I could see her expression change to one of mild surprise, but I guess she didn't look horrified that I knew.

"Yes, Ethan. We love each other very much, but we get together with other people as well. We only do it with Marsha and Travis though. They're very nice people and they feel the same as we do." she replied calmly with a smile.

I guess that's why my dad kept a box of condoms at home, even after my mom had stopped having her period. I stopped myself before thinking this out loud. I didn't want them to know I'd taken several rubbers from them.

I was still looking up at my mom and I was amazed at how understanding she'd been of the whole thing. I felt sort of proud of her, of how she was able to put into words what I'd been feeling the whole week.

"What should I do?" I asked her.

"You need to think about where your boundaries are with this. Most of the time you'll know it inside, but your head takes its time to let it out. Go with your feelings and if you find that you're not okay with what Abby did, you should tell her." she said and I thought I already knew where I was with this.

"I don't think you should blame her for exploring her own boundaries though." she continued. "You two need to be aware of this and if you don't feel the same, it'll be better to let go instead of hurting each other."

"I think I feel the same as her. I mean, I liked it when the three of us were together and, to be honest, I get aroused thinking of the two of them." I said, looking at the wall as I let my raw feelings out.

"And do you still feel love for her?" Mom asked.

"Yes! I do. I can't stop thinking about her." I smiled at her when I said this and she smiled back.

"Ah! Young love." she said batting her eyes playfully. "Keep in mind that you should always talk about stuff like this, before you hurt each other. Just talking goes a long way in making sure you're on the same page. You don't have to be afraid to be open about sex. About anything really."

"I love you, Mom." I said and hugged her again.

I felt her arms wrap around me and pull me in.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." she said in my ear.

Then I wondered why she'd been so distant all this time.

"Why don't we hug anymore?" I said sadly.

She pulled back from our embrace and looked me in the eyes for a moment.

"Ethan, I really don't know. You stopped coming to me and your dad as you grew up. We just thought you wanted your space, like Matt did when he was your age." she had an apologetic look in her eyes.

"I... I felt I was in the way... You know, you're kind of old to be raising a kid like me and I thought I should mind my own business." I spoke my heart out here.

"Oh baby, that's not true at all!" she hugged me again briefly and continued, "I'm sorry I let you think that way of us. Not all kids grow up the same, I should have known that."

She held my hand as she talked to me.

"You can come to me or Dad anytime. We love you with all our hearts." she added. "I'm glad we talked. I trust you to be safe with everything you do, okay?"

I knew she was talking about sex and protection, which they'd taught me all about years ago. They were always very open and matter-of-fact about sex. I nodded emphatically.

"I'm glad too, Mom. Thank you." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Now, help me with lunch?" she asked and I happily went out to the kitchen with her.

[December 23rd, 2014 - Growing Up]

After talking to my mom the day before, I spent the day in a totally different mood from the past week. I was really happy that Mom reached out to me and I felt like we renewed our relationship. It felt really good to be able to talk to her about stuff like sex and relationships. I hadn't talked to my dad yet, but I didn't feel the need to.

I did take a whole day to think about Abby and what was my position regarding what happened. I didn't even turn on my phone, as I didn't want to face her until everything was clear to me.

I knew deep down that what she was doing was her natural reaction. Like my mom said, it made no difference to her whether I was there or not while she had sex with Aaron. It just was a different experience. She didn't feel like she was cheating on me. Then I thought of how I had jacked off together with Aaron and also didn't consider that cheating.

After so much introspection, I was ready to admit that I didn't have a problem with Abby. I didn't have a problem with what she did with Aaron, I didn't even have a problem with her attitude when we had sex with him. I understood that it was just part of sex and, if I liked her when she acted all slutty, so must Aaron and herself. It wasn't my place to stop her. This is who she was, and if I wanted to keep her, if I loved her, I'd have to love her like that. Besides, it made our relationship and our sex much more interesting.

My feelings of jealousy long gone, I decided to pick up my charger and plug in my phone to see what she'd been up to. It was the evening and I had some time to text her before dinner.

As I turned on the phone, her messages started arriving.

10:03pm - "U have no fucking right to talk to me like that" 10:04 pm - "You're really stupid sometimes, u know?" 11:15 pm - "It's ok, I'm not really mad at you" 11:20 pm - "Text me when u get this"

Then the next day

09:25 am - "Ethan I hope ur ok please text me when u get this" 1:45 pm - "I'm a little worried, I can't reach u anywhere" 7:30 pm - "Ethan I'm so sorry I got together with Aaron. I got carried away, I'm such a slut u r right" 8:20 pm - "please forgive me"

I was almost in tears as I read this. I hated that she felt like that. After talking to my mom I saw there was no place to call her a slut and I felt like shit that she'd gotten to the point of denying herself just because I wasn't there for her.

I decided to call her immediately.

"Ethan thank god! Listen I'm s--" she started but I cut her off.

"Don't be. Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. You're right, I can't ask you not to do it, I can't ask you not to be yourself." I said really quick. "I'm the one who's sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, I shouldn't have been angry at you, you've done nothing wrong."

There was a pause where I said nothing waiting for her response, but she wasn't talking.

"I... I don't know what to say..." she trailed off with a short nervous giggle.

"I love you. Please forgive me." I said, surprisingly not hesitating with any of my words.

"I love you, too! Wh... what happened?" she was surprised now, it seemed.

"I thought a lot about this and, it's part of who we are. I mean, not every kid our age is having threesomes with their friends, right? And it's only natural that you have fun with Aaron, even if I'm not there. We don't stop loving each other when we do that." I said calmly.

"No, we don't." she reassured.

"So it's harmless fun. Aaron is our friend and I know you're safe with him. We've grown together a lot in the last couple of months and I think this is just part of growing up. I don't want to lose you and I don't want to stop having fun with you or with Aaron." I concluded, hoping I was convincing.

"Wow... You... You changed a lot. I spent the last couple of days beating myself for cheating on you, even though I didn't feel it. I wanted to be right, but I couldn't stand losing you." she said quietly.

"Sorry for being an asshole to you." I apologized.

"It's all right baby." I heard a smile through her voice.

"You won't lose me." I assured her.

"I'm not leaving you either." she said and I imagined we'd be resting our heads on each other's shoulder right then.

"So, did you have fun?" I said after a moment, finishing with a short giggle.

"Well, yeah..." she giggled as well. "We did it." she said, kind of seductively.

"Oh yeah?" I teased her.

"Yeah..." she teased back.

"I want to know all about it, but when I get back." I said and smiled.

"I miss you already!" she sounded like she was pouting.

"Me too!" I imagined we were kissing.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now." I said and smiled as we seemed to be connected.

"I'd be kissing you all over right now." I replied.

"How's the trip going so far?" she asked.

I proceeded to tell her all about the cabin complex and how nice the lake was. Then we just talked a bit longer until she had to go.

She told me to have a good time and enjoy the rest of the trip. I agreed and I told her that soon enough it'd be the new year and I'd be back home.

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B