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The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 9

Date: 8/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: KennethPierce, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

remotely threatening. “Short of a random falling asteroid, the cabin should be pretty safe,” I said. As we headed back inside, Connor awkwardly mumbled, “So, Shane, are we both cool with what happened? I mean--uh--obviously you and Ria kind of planned it out, but..." I sighed, remembering the look in Tracy's eyes when she'd confessed that she loved me earlier that night. Ria and I had planned on fucking them, but we hadn’t planned everything. "Actually, the four of us should probably have a talk." Connor frowned. "Yeah. A talk." ... When we got back inside, we found Ria stretched out on the couch in front of the downstairs fireplace--wearing my sweatpants and Connor's flannel shirt (an oddly appropriate combination, under the circumstances). She was oddly quiet. “I’ll get a fire up and running,” Connor offered, sensing the awkwardness in the room. Tracy emerged from the kitchen a moment later, carrying a bottle of dessert wine and four glasses. “Am I the only one here in desperate need of some alcohol?” she laughed. My heart beat a little bit faster when I saw her. She looked adorable, dressed in button-up pink fleece pajamas. I couldn't help but picture an obscenely big-breasted teddy bear. With the fire going and the wine flowing, everyone cozied up together on the sofa. Ria was back on my lap, and Tracy was back on Connor's. Same as it ever was. If one of our other friends from back home had wandered inside and seen us all there, they’d never have suspected that anything ... was amiss. But the tremendous weight of all that had happened still hung precariously in the space above our heads. When our wine glasses were finally empty, my wife looked up at me and whispered, "We heard you two. And I don’t just mean the sex. We heard afterwards, when you said that you loved each other." "Oh, honey..." I hugged Ria, but she seemed to have difficulty accepting the embrace. "It's okay, really. I was mad for a second, but then--" her gaze drifted to Connor. "Then I looked into Connor's eyes and realized that I felt exactly the same way about him." Connor looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. "Me too," he said quietly. It felt like the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. I closed my eyes, reminding myself to keep breathing while my insides tossed around like a lifeboat in a storm. Tracy poured us all more wine. “Wish this stuff was a little stronger,” she sighed. Ria wiped fresh tears from her eyes. "It’s my fault. I was the one who pushed for us all to have sex. I was the one who crossed the line. And now that we've all actually gone and done it, I don't know what happens next." She looked up at me, anxiously biting her lip. So beautiful. I somehow found my voice and answered, "Listen, what happened tonight wasn’t any one person’s fault. We're all guilty, right?" The others nodded. I continued, “We’re all guilty, because we all wanted it to happen. No, scratch that--we all NEEDED it to happen. And that need has always been there, below the surface, ...