Love in the Balance Ch. 09

Hey guys, here's Chapter 09! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took so long, I've been busy with work the last couple of weeks. Sadly, I do have a full-time job and they want me to work rather than write for some strange reason!

As I've said before, Love in the Balance is its own standalone story/series. I was hoping you could read the entire story without ever having read Birthday Pool Party. Especially since I know Birthday Pool Party has elements some readers might not enjoy. There are definitely crossovers and Easter eggs, but the story should still make sense. I'm curious how that's going, so if you're only reading Love in the Balance, please let me know!

Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Friday July 04, 2025~

"I love sucking cock," the beautiful blonde said with a cute grin and a charming smile. "I just love it. I love feeling a hard dick in my mouth, I love pleasing a guy. It turns me on. Oh! And I LOVE cum. It tastes so good. The smell makes me wet. Swallowing down the warm, thick, sticky cum while it's getting shot in my mouth? Yes, please!"

"That's definitely a good view to have," a male voice laughed. "Tell everyone what you're doing here today?"

"Hurry up and get to it!" Camilla growled at the porn video playing on her phone.

The sexy Latina was laying in bed completely naked with her legs spread. Her knees were bent, feet planted on the mattress as she held up her phone so she could watch porn. In her right hand was a small pink vibrator that was buzzing softly. Camilla's exposed pussy was flowered open in arousal, the moisture obvious.

Camilla had woken up incredibly horny and immediately started watching porn. She liked a lot of different porn categories, some pretty typical, while others definitely weren't. Browsing categories wasn't helping so Camilla switched to looking up popular porn stars.

It turned out that a relatively new porn star was trending. Camilla had never heard of Cherry Angel, but she had a decent number of videos. Cherry was a tall, gorgeous blonde with big boobs. Fairly standard for a porn actress. Upon investigating, the Latina discovered that several new scenes had just been posted.

The story was that Cherry had just graduated high school and was celebrating by doing as many porn scenes as she could. Camilla figured that was bullshit, which she knew was normal for porn. So many of the step-sibling porn scenes she saw had actors that looked to be at least thirty, so they definitely weren't college-aged step-siblings worried about their parents seeing their grades.

Although, Cherry Angel did look very young, young enough to really be eighteen. The time of year was right for having just graduated high school, too. Either way, Camilla was interested and had started browsing the videos. Cherry Angel was a stupid name for a porn star, but she had some good content with X-Star Entertainment.

There were standard porn scenes with a guy and a girl, standard interview scenes, a foot fetish video, and even a gangbang. The gangbang was a huge turn-on and gave Camilla her first orgasm from her fingers. She then started using the vibrator on her clit when starting up the newest video; the gloryhole scene.

"I'm here today to suck a lot of cocks," Cherry giggled cutely, trying to look demure and innocent.

"That's right, you are," the guy behind the camera laughed. "Are you excited?"

Cherry Angel was sitting on a stool in a booth that was all black. The side walls looked very flimsy and had the usual holes at crotch level that signified a gloryhole booth. Cherry was dressed in jean shorts that showed off her long, toned legs and a light blue v-neck. She also had a pair of sandals on.

"So excited!" she grinned, practically bouncing on the stool. "I hope you have a lot of big, beautiful cocks for me!"

"We definitely do," the guy responded off screen. "We figured that since you're eighteen, we should get eighteen dicks for you. How's that sound?"

Camilla groaned in longing, feeling jealous of Cherry as the Latina imagined over a dozen cocks standing tall for her. Holding the vibrator, Camilla pressed it to her clit. Her slim body shuddered, boobs jiggling on her chest as she moaned softly.

"Fucking fantastic!" Cherry exclaimed. "I wanna eat all their cum."

"Do you always swallow or do you like facials, too?" the cameraman inquired. "I imagine guys love cumming on those big tits."

"Oh, I love wearing cum!" she declared. "On me, in me, everywhere! Just give me more!"

"Mm, same, girl. Same," Camilla sighed.

"I like your enthusiasm," the guy said. "Just one last question before we get started; you said you love giving head, how would you rate your blowjob skills on a scale of one to ten?"

"Seven million," Cherry smirked. "I know my way around a cock."

"Sounds like the guys are in for a treat!" the cameraman chuckled. "Why don't you get out of those clothes so we can see the amazing body you're hiding?"

The sexy blonde stood up and brushed her long hair back behind her ears. Smiling at the camera, she ran her hands down her sides while swaying to imaginary music. Cherry pulled off her top and the guy asked about her cup size. Unsurprisingly, she was a D-cup.

Cherry didn't pull her tits out just yet; first she kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her jean shorts. Once she was just in her underwear, Cherry reached behind her back to unhook her bra. With no hesitation, the porn actress tossed her bra off to the side, shamelessly exposing her large, natural breasts.

Camilla was jealous of Cherry's confidence, her willingness to just get naked on camera with no fear. The Latina was making good money as an influencer, but she loved the idea of starting a SeeMe so that she could post nudes for subscribers. She just couldn't let anyone ever link them to her real name. Would people still sign up if Camilla hid her face? She doubted it.

"You like?" Cherry asked, cupping her boobs while standing in the booth completely naked.

"Very hot," the cameraman confirmed. "Why don't we get that stool out of the way and get some dicks for you to suck?"

"Okay!" she grinned, grabbing the stool and walking up to the camera.

Cherry placed the stool out of view while looking straight into the camera and winking. The guy's arm came into view as he reached out and squeezed one of the actress's big boobs. She giggled and blew a kiss before making her way back to the booth.

The first hard dick poked out of the left wall and Cherry knelt in front of it. Her knees rested on a provided cushion as she took the erection in hand and stroked it several times. She then opened wide and took him in her mouth so she could start blowing the first penis.

Camilla swiped the vibrator through her labia as she watched Cherry Angel blow the first guy. The blonde was not lying about her blowjob skills; the actress was easily able to deepthroat and she sucked with a passion that had the guy groaning within the first couple minutes. The guy knocked on the wall, indicating his impending climax. Cherry just kept sucking, coughing slightly when the guy started shooting in her mouth.

"Don't swallow, baby, don't swallow it!" the cameraman instructed.

"Mm! Mm!" Cherry shook her head while still holding the cock in her mouth.

"Show us, show the camera," the guy filming instructed.

Cherry pulled off the softening prick and turned to look at the camera. Opening her mouth, the porn actress showed off the semen on her tongue. Some semen escaped her mouth, running down her chin. Cherry quickly moved to catch the cum with her hand and pop it back in her mouth. Text stating "Cumshot #1" appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Swallow for us, sexy," the cameraman ordered as the limp dick withdrew from the gloryhole. "All gone!" Cherry announced, showing the camera her empty mouth.

"The next guy is gonna cum on your face, okay?" the cameraman asked.

"Sure!" the actress grinned before heading to the opposite wall to meet the second penis.

The holes in the walls were large enough for the guy to get his cock and balls through. Cherry reached out and massaged the guy's balls while rapidly sucking his dick. When he was ready, he knocked on the wall and Cherry started jerking off while aiming his dick at her face. The counter updated to "Cumshot #2" just before the guy ejaculated.

"Lucky bitch!" Camilla hissed as she watched the guy paint Cherry's face with several blasts of semen.

With a face covered in cum, Cherry returned to the first wall to blow the third dick. Guys three through five came directly in Cherry's mouth. One load went straight down her throat, gagging her and leaving her with basically nothing to show the camera after. Watching Cherry choke on dick and sperm made Camilla cum hard.

The sixth guy wanted to cum on her tits, so Cherry held up her boobs and presented them as a target. Seeing her breasts dripping in semen inspired the cameraman, so he told Cherry not to swallow the seventh load. He had her spit it out all over her boobs, adding to the mess.

"Ah, fuck! AH!" Camilla gasped, cumming hard as she imagined the eighth guy cumming on her face instead of Cherry's. "Cum all over me!"

Camilla wasn't the only one playing with herself. Cherry had a hand between her legs and was jilling off while giving head. Her other hand would play with her cum-covered boobs and tug on her nipples. Cherry clearly had an orgasm while the ninth guy came in her mouth. Her moans caused her to gag on the semen, coughing around the guy's cock and causing the white fluid to leak out of the corners of her mouth.

The next nine blowjobs got Camilla off two more times. Breathing heavily, the sexy Latina watched the end of the scene where Cherry was interviewed again. The porn star gushed about how much fun she had while still completely covered in cum. Now that her lust was dying down, Camilla had to admit that it was actually a little disgusting.

They recorded Cherry taking a shower so the viewers could get one last look at her naked body. Then the scene ended. Camilla closed her web browser and finally responded to the texts wishing her a happy Independence Day. The beautiful woman then got to her feet and raised her arms above her head as she stretched, her large breasts swaying slightly on her chest. A good masturbation session always relaxed her and she was feeling great.

Camilla washed her sex toy and went through her morning routine. She showered and shaved, she took her birth control pill and decided to continue relaxing. Dressing in lounge pants and a t-shirt, Camilla made a quick video for her followers before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Jane was usually an early riser, so Camilla was surprised that her roommate wasn't up yet. Camilla made breakfast for both of them and set the table. When ready, Jane still wasn't out of her bedroom, so Camilla marched to Jane's room and threw the door wide open without bothering to knock.

"Wake up, lazy-butt!" Camilla yelled as she strolled into the room. "Breakfast is ready!"

"Camilla? What the fuck!" Jane screeched, dropping her phone as her right arm flashed across her chest in a frantic attempt to cover her bare breasts.

"Oh good, you're up," Camilla smiled at Jane who was reclining against her headboard with a blanket around her waist.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Jane asked, gripping her left bicep while her right forearm squished her boobs. "I'm topless!"

"We're roommates," Camilla rolled her eyes. "I've seen those huge knockers plenty of times. Stop being such a prude."

"I'm not a prude!" Jane hissed, pulling the covers over her chest.

"Right," the Latina sighed. "That why you still haven't done anything with Logan?"

"I thought you were on Team Steven?" Jane asked.

"I am, but you both need to live your lives," Camilla explained. "Whether he admits it or not, he's angry with you for not being able to actually date him. Hiding that you two were screwing like bunnies didn't help."

"And that means I need to bunny-screw with Logan?" Jane frowned.

"Yes," Camilla nodded, grabbing Jane's shirt off the floor and tossing it to her. "You both need to see other people. Then you can get back together. He'll forgive you and you'll have time to work through your commitment issues. You two will get married and have lots of babies."

"Sounds like you have my life figured out for me," Jane snorted before a reluctant smile crossed her lips.

Jane had to admit that seemed smart. She really missed Steven and regretted how she treated him. He was a good guy who just wanted to love her and she wouldn't let him. Steven was nothing like her father, and Jane knew she was an idiot for even entertaining the thought that he might be.

"And I'm very smart, so you should listen to me," Camilla smirked, placing her hands on her hips. "Now, put a shirt on. I made breakfast."

"Can you turn around?" Jane asked.

"They're just tits," Camilla rolled her eyes again before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and lifting it up, flashing Jane. "See? Titties. No big deal."

"I don't wanna see that," Jane shook her head, laughing despite herself.

It turned out that Jane was only wearing a pair of light pink panties. She put a long t-shirt on and followed Camilla out into the kitchen. Jane quickly thanked her roommate for the nice breakfast before the two of them sat down and started eating.

"You were in bed late," Camilla commented, holding her coffee cup to her lips.

"I had trouble sleeping," Jane answered. "I woke up at 3:00AM and couldn't fall back asleep."

"Bad dreams?" Camilla asked carefully.

"Not that I remember," Jane shook her head.

"How's everything going?" Camilla questioned. "Therapy? Family? Guys?"

Jane didn't answer for several minutes, going over everything in her head as the two roommates ate breakfast. Bella hopped up on the table and Jane smiled at the cat while scratching her head, making the cat purr. She then picked up Bella and placed her on the floor. The small cat purred softly and wound herself around Jane's legs.

"Things are alright," Jane eventually said with a sigh. "Therapy's helpful. I've had a lot of really nice talks with Mom and Molly, too."

"That's good! That's very good!" Camilla smiled softly. "How are your mom and siblings?"

"Mom feels guilty about everything we're going through; she wishes she had gotten away from my narcissistic asshole father sooner," Jane answered, looking down at her coffee. "My brothers are alright. Molly always handled things better than I did. She's got a boyfriend."

"You could have a boyfriend," Camilla pointed out.

"I've had boyfriends before," Jane rolled her eyes.

"Have you?" Camilla challenged. "Did you have boyfriends or did you just go on dates and occasionally have sex? Have you ever spent the night with anyone?"

"Well, no," Jane admitted reluctantly. "I always went home after the sex."

"So, you had friends with benefits," Camilla nodded. "A boyfriend is more than just someone you fuck."

"Really? From you?" Jane snorted.

"Yeah, from me," the Latina continued. "I know the difference. I have one-night stands sometimes, and that's okay. You called those guys boyfriends but they weren't, not really. There was no actual intimacy. That's what went wrong with Steven."

"W-what do you mean?" Jane stammered, gripping her coffee cup tightly as she looked at Camilla.

"You two claimed to just be friends, but you knew he wanted more," Camilla explained. "You went on dates with him, you didn't see anyone else, and most importantly, you two were close. You didn't lie to him, but you did treat him like a boyfriend. He said he wanted to make it official and you freaked out."

"Still on his side?" Jane asked sadly.

"I'm on both of your sides," Camilla insisted. "You're both my friends and I want you to be happy. Together or apart. My only point is that Steven was more your boyfriend than any guy you actually gave the label to."

"You might be right about that," Jane acknowledged.

"I'm always right. I'm smart, remember?" Camilla giggled. "Anyway, I'm glad you two seem to have figured out being just friends. You should tell him why intimacy is so hard for you. I think it'll be good for you both."

"I'll try," Jane let out a breath. "It's been months now and I still feel horrible about what happened."

"Since Valentine's Day?" Camilla mused. "Shit, that was almost five months ago. Five months without getting laid? How have either of you survived?"

"I thought you just said sex wasn't what's important?" Jane responded with a raised eyebrow.

"I said no such thing!" Camilla exclaimed. "I said that a boyfriend isn't just someone you fuck. Fucking is still very, very important. Orgasms are the best stress-relief in the world."

"They really are," Jane giggled.

"Five months without any dick; your vibrator must be worn out," Camilla teased.

"You have no idea!" Jane grumbled, leaning her head back and letting out a breath. "I'm so fucking horny."

"Logan is hanging out with us today," Camilla said with a sly grin. "Is tonight gonna be the night?"

"Absolutely not," Jane stated firmly. "We haven't even kissed! I'm not getting naked with him."

"He's being incredibly patient with you," Camilla observed. "I'd have kicked you to the curb for not putting out after all this time."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not seeing you," Jane rolled her eyes. "We're not even really seeing each other. We've gone on a few dates, that's it."

"Isn't that the definition of 'seeing each other?'" Camilla smirked.

"Oh, shut up," Jane grunted. "You know what I meant. It's casual. Very, very casual."

"Does that mean you can both see other people?" the Latina inquired.

"Uh, yeah, why?" Jane frowned.

"So, you wouldn't be jealous if I let Logan do me in the supply closet?" Camilla grinned.

"You'd have sex at work?" Jane asked. "As part of HR, I'd have to advise against it."

"Is this a 'do as I say not as I do' moment?" Camilla challenged.

"W-what are you talking about?" Jane questioned nervously.

"We told you we've known for a LONG time about you and Steven," Camilla began with an evil grin. "Leslie brought Steven some paperwork last year. Guys aren't the best at hiding when they have their cock in a girl. Leslie knew you were blowing him under the desk."

"How did she know that was me?!" Jane squeaked, her face bright red.

"Leslie told us Steven got a hummer under his desk, then when we all saw you later you had dried cum on your chin," Camilla giggled. "We couldn't believe you didn't see it."

"Oh, my God! Please tell me you're kidding!" Jane gasped, looking mortified.

"Of course I'm kidding, dummy," the Latina laughed. "You should see your face, though! No. No, we just guessed because of how you two looked at each other after you started your horizontal dancing. Plus, you just told me."

"I hate you," Jane pouted, going back to her breakfast.

"I love you, too," Camilla blew the other girl a kiss from across the table.

The two girls finished breakfast and Jane cleaned up since Camilla made breakfast. Jane then showered and changed into a white spaghetti-strap sundress with sunflowers on it. Heading to the living room, Jane found Camilla lounging on the couch in jean shorts and a green v-neck t-shirt. Bella was curled up in her lap as Camilla watched a Sluts About Town rerun.

"Hey," Jane greeted as she approached.

"Hey, how was your shower?" Camilla asked as Jane sat on the other side of the couch.

"Fine," Jane shrugged. "This again? Haven't you watched every episode at least ten times?"

"Yeah, so?" Camilla shrugged. "It's about sex-positive women, I have to show my support."

"It's a show about five women who sleep around as much as humanly possible," Jane argued, taking out her phone.

"It's about their lives," Camilla rolled her eyes. "Their jobs, their relationships, their friendships. And they have healthy sex lives. They don't slut-shame each other for natural human behavior."

"Whatever, I don't care," Jane grunted.

One of the five main characters on the show was involved in a serious relationship during the arc Camilla was watching. Jane tried to ignore the television, but eventually put her phone down to watch. She found herself wondering if she could ever be a good girlfriend. Jane liked sex, but contrary to popular belief, girls weren't the only ones who wanted a deep, meaningful connection. That was Jane's fuck-up with Steven. She just couldn't connect, couldn't let him in.

Yet, that was bullshit at the same time. They talked, they spent time alone while laughing and enjoying each other's company. They did connect, but Jane wouldn't let things grow any deeper. There was something there, but Jane had been too much of a fucking idiot to see it. Her eyes started to water when the televised relationship ended.

Jane made her decision; she had to tell Steven. Had to tell him about her father. There was no reason not to. Maybe it was too late and they couldn't be together, but he deserved to know. Steven had been so great to her, so kind and caring. Jane was really regretting agreeing to hang out with Logan for Independence Day. She should have kept the day to just The Gang of Eight.

Camilla and Jane skipped lunch since they had a late breakfast. When it was time to head out, they put on sandals, slung their purses over their shoulders and headed out the door. The subway was incredibly crowded, full of tourists in the city for the holiday and locals who also wanted to celebrate. They weren't able to get seats, instead having to stand and hold on to the metal poles to keep from falling.

The ladies were the first of The Gang of Eight to arrive at the pier, which was full of people. A soft breeze blew cold air off the water and tousled their hair. They had a nice view of the Hudson river as they waited for the others, and they didn't have to wait for long. Theo, Noah, and Sienna approached a few minutes later. The guys were in shorts and t-shirts while Sienna wore a tropical print teal and orange romper with flutter sleeves. A wide-brim hat and sunglasses completed the look.

"What the fuck happened to your face?" Camilla asked, frowning at Noah.

"Uh..." Noah mumbled stupidly, instinctively reaching up to touch the bandage on his nose. "Bedroom accident?"

"What kind of bedroom accident?" Jane smirked while Sienna snorted.

"Um, well, ya see, oh!" Noah gasped, finally coming up with a lie. "A chick was riding my face and pushed her pussy down too far on me. Bruised my nose."

"Right," Camilla nodded before turning to Theo. "And what actually happened?"

"We were trying out a new virtual reality headset," Theo winced. "There was a minor zombie incident."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jane wondered with a raised eyebrow.

"It means that dumbass over here," Sienna began, gesturing with her thumb toward Noah, "he got surprised by a horde of zombies and ran into a wall in real life trying to escape the fantasy zombies."

"You don't understand!" Noah exclaimed while the three girls laughed. "Look. The graphics were really intense, okay?"

"That seems more like something stupid Theo would do," Camilla commented when she stopped laughing. She still released the occasional giggle while glancing at Noah.

"Maybe I'm growing as a person," Theo shrugged as Sienna reached out to take his hand.

"So, are you two a couple now?" Jane asked.

"We, ah, we haven't really talked about that just yet," Sienna blushed slightly.

"Right, sorry!" Jane quickly replied. "Let's go back to making fun of Noah."

The five of them talked for a few more minutes until Steven arrived. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a dark blue button-down that wasn't tucked in, giving him a casual look. Steven hugged Sienna and Camilla before turning to Jane and hugging her as well.

"You look nice," Steven complimented Jane, rubbing her back before releasing her.

"Thanks, so do you," Jane smiled softly.

"New dress?" Steven asked, admiring Jane. He loved that small mole above her lip.

"Yeah, I just got it a couple weeks ago," Jane nodded.

"It looks great on you," Steven said.

"He's talking about your cleavage," Theo interjected.

"Theo!" Sienna hissed, swatting him on the shoulder.

"Sorry," Theo mumbled, chastised.

"So, ah, how about another topic to make things less awkward?" Camilla offered.

"Hey guys, I'm here!" Logan Barrett shouted, jogging over to the group. "Happy Fourth!"

"Well, that didn't work out," Theo deadpanned.

Logan hugged Jane before greeting everyone else. Camilla was practically drooling over the handsome English guy while the group talked. Leslie and Conner arrived not long after, completing The Gang of Eight plus Logan. Everyone got the story of Noah's nose while heading over to meet the ferry.

Taking the ferry across the Hudson River was a great way to avoid traffic while enjoying a nice day. The trip to Hoboken, New Jersey only took about ten minutes and offered excellent views of the Hudson River and the Manhattan skyline. The weather was perfect and the group of nine stood out on the deck to enjoy the breeze.

Conner had one arm around Leslie's shoulders and his other hand was resting on her swollen stomach. Leslie was wearing a gray maternity t-shirt and a pair of leggings. Her blonde locks were dancing in the wind and she had a small smile on her face. They hadn't felt the baby kick, but the doctor had told them it could be any time now.

Sienna and Theo were both resting their arms on the railing as they enjoyed the ferry ride. Theo kept glancing over at the little redhead, unable to believe such a gorgeous woman was dating him. He wanted to make things official, but even he knew better than to move too fast. Sienna was also in a great mood, enjoying the day and loving how far Theo had come in such a short time. She liked taking things slow and was glad he respected that.

Logan was standing next to Jane, resisting the urge to put his arm around her shoulders. He had tried initiating physical contact before but she had almost always pulled away. The best he'd manage was a goodnight hug at the end of a date. It was obvious to him how hard it was for Jane to let people in, but he really liked her.

Steven noticed how close Logan and Jane were to each other, and he was surprised at how little it bothered him. He still felt something for Jane, but Steven knew it was for the best that they both dated other people for awhile. Steven distracted himself by joining Camilla in teasing Noah about how ridiculous the bandage on his nose looked.

The ferry arrived in Hoboken and the passengers disembarked. It was a very short walk to the group's destination; Pier A Park. In addition to being a great spot to watch the Independence Day fireworks, Pier A Park offered amazing walkways and breathtaking views.

With the Manhattan skyline in full view, the group started walking along the pier. Wind blowing over the Hudson River kept them nice and cool as they explored. There were several options for food and people ended up ordering from different locations before meeting up to eat.

Leslie was craving tacos while Sienna wanted a cheeseburger. Steven found a place specializing in baked potatoes and got himself a huge potato covered with melted cheese. Once all nine of them had their meals, they sat at a couple picnic tables to eat and chat.

The park had plenty of things to see and a lot to do. There was even a designated swimming area, but none of them had brought bathing suits. People were everywhere and the group blended right in as they explored the park. They walked along the greenery and took pictures in front of the gazebo, they saw the tennis courts but no one wanted to start a game. At the playground, everyone laughed when Sienna handed Theo her hat and rushed over to go down the big slide.

It was a dog friendly park and there were quite a few locals walking their dogs. The girls squealed when they saw the huge St. Bernard near the grove of trees. The young couple with him were both friendly and happily let the girls pet the dog. The big slob kept licking their faces with his gigantic tongue.

There was plenty of space on the green and people were spread out to relax. Some had brought blankets for romantic picnics, others were walking or playing catch. There were kids running around and multiple games being played as everyone enjoyed the sun. Jane noticed a group of five people in their mid-twenties who were tossing around a frisbee.

"That looks like fun," Jane commented, pointing them out.

"You a frisbee fan, Silver?" Leslie asked with a giggle.

"Camilla, you should have brought a ball or something for Jane to chase," Noah teased.

"Suck my dick," Jane growled, rolling her eyes.

"Whoa!" Conner laughed along with the other guys, including Logan.

"That wasn't ladylike, Miss Silver," Camilla pointed out.

"And you don't have a dick," Noah added.

"I hate that response," Jane snorted, her eyes still on Noah. "My body might not, but my soul is a top all the way, bitch. Suck my spirit dick."

"That true, Steven? Jane a top?" Noah grinned evilly.

Steven and Jane both froze, their eyes darting toward Logan. Jane and Logan hadn't talked about sex or past partners, so Logan had no idea that Jane and Steven had a history. Logan looked nervous for a few seconds, but it was shockingly Theo who broke the tension.

"This is who you're trying to date, Logan," Theo chuckled. "I'd get out now if I were you."

"I'm quite happy being here, thank you," Logan said in his charming English accent, his smile showing off his dimples and straight white teeth.

"So, ah, frisbee?" Sienna asked after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Right!" Jane jumped, looking away from Steven. "I was on the ultimate frisbee team in college."

"That's a thing that exists?" Theo frowned. "I thought that was only in hippie movies."

"You've never heard of ultimate frisbee?" Steven asked.

"I have, but I had no idea colleges actually, you know, had teams for something like that," Theo explained.

"He was too busy staying in and playing video games in college," Noah spoke up.

"Shut up," Theo grunted.

"Am I wrong?" Noah asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just, shut up," Theo repeated.

"My school had a team and I was on it," Jane said quickly before the conversation could be further derailed. "They used to call me 'Freeze.'"

"They did? Why?" Camilla frowned, thinking of the way Jane would dissociate sometimes.

"Because the other girls would panic when they caught the frisbee," Steven responded before Jane could. "Jane wouldn't freak out when she had it, she was calm and relaxed."

"How did he know that when I didn't?" Camilla pouted.

"I told him one night when we were, ah, hanging out," Jane mumbled. "Anyway, the point is, I think they were waiting for a larger group. They have a gym bag with supplies. Probably to mark the end zones."

"Like in football?" Noah asked, the talk of end zones grabbing his attention.

"Ultimate frisbee isn't football," Jane countered. "You need to get the frisbee into the end zone to score."

"Uh, like in football?" Conner spoke up.

"No, it's different!" Jane grumbled.

"Sounds like they just stole the rules to football," Theo agreed.

"No, no!" Jane stammered, clearly thinking. "You can't tackle people!"

"Fine, they stole the rules to flag football," Steven smirked.

"What was that? You all want to challenge them to a game? Okay!" Jane exclaimed.

"I'm pregnant and you're wearing a dress!" Leslie argued as Jane took off toward the group. "And, she's gone."

The group was comprised of three women and two men, and Jane didn't hesitate to approach one of the women and strike up a conversation. Jane had a big smile on her face as she spoke animatedly, gesturing at Logan and The Gang of Eight. The other woman nodded and Jane rushed back.

"Anyone have an extra pair of pants I can wear?" Jane asked.

"What? No," Camilla giggled.

"I've got it right here in my what-the-hell-do-you-think?" Steven frowned.

"Fuck, we should have brought a bag or something," Jane sighed.

"We could have brought a bag with a tablecloth or something, but why would we have thought to put pants in it?" Sienna asked.

"Forget it, I'll play in my dress," Jane shook her head before gesturing at the group with the frisbee. "They were actually waiting for three friends to play with, two teams of four, but their friends couldn't make it. The standard is seven players per team. There's nine of us and five of them, so we can teach you. They're happy to let us join."

"Did I miss the part where she asked us if we wanted to do this?" Theo questioned.

"You didn't, but it's sports, I'm in," Noah shrugged.

"Sounds like fun," Logan agreed.

"Uh, hello? I'm pregnant!" Leslie reminded the group.

"And whose fault is that?" Sienna teased.

"Conner's," Steven answered. "His pull-out game is weak."

"You did not just say that," Camilla rolled her eyes. "How did you ever get any pussy?"

"I always assumed he paid for it," Noah piled on.

"Don't you say anything, Theodore," Sienna snapped, holding up one finger at him.

"I didn't say it!" Theo exclaimed, holding both hands up.

"You thought it. I saw it on your face," the redhead growled dangerously.

After a bit more bickering, they finally agreed to play. A quick internet search revealed that ultimate frisbee should be okay for Leslie since it was a no-contact sport. Her doctor had even told her it was good to stay active, she'd just have to be careful to not overexert herself.

The woman, Karen, marked the end zones while Jane started explaining the rules. Theo and Noah made a few stupid jokes but were quickly shut down by Sienna. They decided Jane and Karen would be team captains and started picking people.

Jane's first pick was Steven, and she immediately felt some guilt when she saw Logan look downcast. Jane picked him second. She then chose Sienna, which Camilla grumbled about. Conner also ended up on Jane's team, along with one guy and one woman from the other friend group. Karen's team consisted of Camilla, Noah, Theo, Leslie, and her two other friends.

Both teams lined up in front of end zone lines and Karen threw the frisbee to the offense, Jane's team. The game started off well, with Steven and Conner quickly moving the frisbee down field. Theo intercepted the frisbee when Conner threw it to Sienna. The redhead pouted until Noah yelled that love had no place in a competition. Noah caught Theo's pass in a full run, tucked it, and headed for the end zone.

"Foul!" the guy with the scraggly beard shouted. "No running with disk, man!"

"What? Seriously?" Noah grumbled. "Why didn't anyone say that?"

"No one else has been running with the disk!" Jane exclaimed. "How did you not know that?"

"Maybe because my teacher sucks," Noah stuck out his tongue, surrendering the frisbee to the other team.

"Everyone else seems to understand," Jane countered. "I don't think I'm the problem!"

"I'm glad I'm not on your team," Noah mumbled under his breath.

The game continued and Jane's team quickly dominated the field. Despite how athletic he was, Noah's football training seemed to become quite the hindrance. Theo was not very athletic, and he and Sienna seemed to be using the opportunity to make eyes at each other and flirt. Both teams yelled at them to pay attention to the game.

Leslie was doing quite well and she had no qualms when stealing the frisbee from her husband. Karen's team did score a couple of points, but Jane was in her element as she ruthlessly commanded her teammates. Jane's team was about to score, the frisbee flying toward her. Then Noah reached out and used his superior height to snag the frisbee from Jane's outstretched fingers.

"Ha!" he said, heading toward the other end.

"No running!" Jane called out after him.

"God damn it!" Noah shouted, once again giving up the frisbee. "Stupid sport, stupid rules, stupid frisbee."

"Noah, for the last time, this is NOT football!" Leslie yelled at him.

"I know, I know!" Noah snapped.

They played until it started getting dark, and while Noah managed to get the hang of it, it wasn't enough for a comeback. Jane's team emerged victorious. Everyone cleaned up and relaxed a bit before Karen and her friends headed off. They were going to meet up with some other friends who were bringing their kids to see the fireworks.

The Gang of Eight and Logan walked along the stone pier as people started finding spots to watch the fireworks. A small metal fence ran along the pier and looked over the Hudson river. People were leaning on the railing in anticipation of the show. The group of nine split up a bit for smaller conversations and Logan used the opportunity to speak with Jane alone.

"Am I getting in the middle of something?" Logan asked Jane as the two of them stood with their elbows resting on the railing.

"W-what do you mean?" Jane mumbled quietly.

"I know I'm an outsider to this group, and it's a really fun group!" Logan answered. "I made it clear I'm interested in more than a friendship with you and I'm happy to take things as slow as you want. I just didn't know there was something between you and Steven. I don't want to come between you."

"Steven and I aren't together, but I guess we kind of were for awhile," Jane said after almost a minute of silence. "We agreed to date other people and we're still friends."

"It's not really my place to say anything, but it seems like there's still some things unresolved," Logan replied carefully. He couldn't help but admire her pretty face and the small beauty mark above her lip.

"You're not wrong," she sighed, brushing her light brown hair behind her ears. "And it's all my fault."

"There are two people involved in every conflict," he pointed out.

"Maybe, but it's mostly my fault," Jane shrugged, looking up at the tall English guy. "I have a lot to work through, stuff from my childhood I never dealt with. Stuff I don't want to talk about."

"I respect that, I'm not pushing you," Logan nodded, looking sad. "I think you're amazing, you're fun, you're smart, you're attractive. But, I understand you have a lot going on and now might not be the best time. Maybe we should just be friends for now?"

Biting her lower lip, Jane looked up into Logan's brown eyes. Physically, he was the most attractive man she'd ever met. He was well over six feet of muscle with raven hair, a cleft chin, and a winning smile. Not to mention his charm and sexy English accent. And those dimples! Logan Barrett was every woman's wet dream.

Jane didn't feel the attraction toward him, not in the way Camilla did. Yeah, Jane thought he was hot, very hot. That wasn't enough for her. There was some chemistry in the way they flirted, but it just wasn't the same as it was with Steven. She had enough to deal with in therapy and through talking to her sister and mother; she didn't want to get involved with someone. People had told her to date, but it was her life, her choice.

"That's probably for the best," she finally replied.

"Okay, friends," he smiled, his disappointment poorly hidden.

A few minutes before the fireworks started, the group of nine gathered and found the perfect spot. Sienna and Theo were holding hands while Conner stood behind Leslie, his hands on her swollen stomach. The five single people stood together; Jane, Steven, Logan, Camilla, and Noah.

"Those two are definitely gonna be official soon," Jane commented, gesturing toward Theo and Sienna.

"She is way out of his league," Noah observed.

"I never bought into that marrying up or down bullshit," Steven snorted. "Love doesn't have social status."

"Says the guy who still can't see that a billionaire socialite wants to fuck him," Camilla smirked.

"Not this again," Steven sighed.

"I agree with what you said, Steven," Logan replied, "social status shouldn't matter. And I agree with Camilla, you should take your own advice. Even I can see Megan's interested."

"See!" Camilla crowed. "Everyone at the office knows. Everyone. Logan, did you know they went to a charity event together?"

"Can we change topics, please?" Steven mumbled.

"Fine, we can," Camilla continued. "Once you admit that girl would bend over and drop her panties for you anytime you asked."

"I will not admit that," Steven stated while Noah laughed. "Let's make fun of Noah for not having a date for the first time."

"I don't always have a date," Noah rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you do," Jane rolled her eyes. "Ugh, remember that redhead who couldn't stop talking for two seconds?"

"I remember," Steven nodded. "Sienna was mad there was another redhead around."

"Most annoying girl Noah's ever fucked," Jane snorted.

"Nice job distracting them, Steven," Logan laughed.

"Thanks," Steven chuckled. "What about you, Camilla? No guys you wanted to torture tonight?"

"Hm, this IS a good occasion for a date," Camilla mused as she looked around, craning her neck to see.

"The fireworks are about to start," Logan frowned. "You can't find a date in two min-"

"Oh, there's a hunk!" Camilla exclaimed, cutting off Logan. She then started making her way over to the guy.

"Does she live in a fantasy world where porn logic works?" Logan asked incredulously.

"Yup," Steven and Noah replied at the same time. They chuckled and gave each other a high-five.

"You get used to it." Jane shook her head.

The four of them watched as the sexy Latina talked to a group of people who looked to be college-aged. Her target was a handsome guy with caramel skin who was as tall as Logan. They spoke for a minute and the guy let Camilla lead him away by the hand while his friends clapped him on the back encouragingly.

"Shit," Logan gasped, eyes wide as the two approached. "She really did get a date in two minutes."

"Maybe I should quit and start delivering pizzas," Noah suggested.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jane frowned.

"Porn logic," Steven explained.

"Of course," Jane rolled her eyes at Steven before addressing Noah. "You don't need to be any more of a man whore."

"Hey guys! This is Alex, he's from Boston," Camilla grinned, introducing her date. "Alex, this is everyone."

"Hi, everyone!" Alex waved just as the first flare erupted in the sky.

The fireworks were launched from barges on the Hudson river. Beautiful colors and shapes exploded in the sky, lighting up the area. This Independence Day fireworks show was quite well-known and The Gang of Eight loved how long the event continued. People were everywhere, all of them looking up, watching the beautiful explosions of color.

Theo was thrilled to be holding hands with Sienna, and he didn't even notice Camilla's date until the redhead pointed him out. Conner and Leslie both laughed and shook their heads when they realized Camilla had made a friend. Alex and Camilla talked and flirted through most of the display.

A round of cheering and applause followed the end of the fireworks show. It didn't take long for people to start breaking off from the crowd and go their own separate ways. Logan, Alex, and The Gang of Eight decided to let the crowd thin out a bit. They were soon joined by Alex's friends.

Alex was studying to become an architect at Boston University where his mother was a chemistry professor. He was twenty years old and had a twin sister who was not present. Apparently, he had gone to the west coast the previous weekend for his cousin's graduation and now wanted time with his friends. He and five friends from college had gotten a few hotel rooms and made the trip to New York from Boston.

The six college students were friendly and fit in well with the rest of the group. They all laughed at the jokes about twenty-five year old Camilla robbing the cradle. It didn't matter that Alex was eight inches taller than the sexy Latina. Even with his dark skin, Alex still blushed noticeably when his friends teased him about having a thing for redheads.

"Sorry, I'm spoken for," Sienna blushed while reaching out to take Theo's hand.

"You're a lucky man," Alex inclined his head.

"Keep your eyes on me, sir!" Camilla admonished, playfully swatting his shoulder.

"With pleasure," Alex smirked, wrapping an arm around Camilla's waist.

"Mm, good boy," Camilla purred, reaching up to run her finger down his cheek.

Their group had swelled to fifteen people and multiple conversations were going on at once. They eventually got in line and made their way onto a ferry. Everyone enjoyed the relaxing ferry ride across the Hudson river before gathering on the pier to say goodnight.

Theo was escorting Sienna home before heading back to the apartment he shared with Noah. Camilla made sure to tease the boys about needing to take care of themselves. The sexy Latina was heading off with Alex and his friends. Alex had a big grin on his face, just like his friends. Logan was going home, just like Conner and Leslie.

"That was fun," Steven commented with a smile as he and Jane headed for the right subway line.

"Logan and I decided to just be friends," Jane blurted out before biting her lower lip and glancing at Steven.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he replied evenly.

"I'm not," she shrugged. "I can just focus on myself."

"I thought you were advised to casually date?" Steven questioned as they kept walking.

"Right. Casually," Jane reasoned. "And going on multiple dates with him would make it not casual."

"Fair enough," he said, dropping the subject.

The subway was much more crowded than usual this time of night. The others had already gotten on their own lines as Jane and Steven continued through the throngs of people. There were quite a few people who were obviously drunk as they ran through the station. The two of them finally reached the spot where they would part ways.

"How are you doing, Steven?" Jane suddenly asked. "Really."

"I'm doing well," Steven smiled. "I have great friends and work couldn't be better. I'm hoping to get a promotion to senior financial analyst."

"I don't know, if I were Megan I'd hold off on promoting you until you put out," Jane teased.

"Knock it off, you," he chuckled, playfully bumping her shoulder with his.

"I'm just saying, don't underestimate what a horny girl will do when she wants the D," she waggled her eyebrows.

"I'll keep it in mind," Steven rolled his eyes.

"You do that, bubba," Jane giggled.

"You haven't called me that in a long time," he reminded her.

"Well, we're buddies, so it's fine," she shrugged.

"Thank you," Steven responded. "I'll, ah, I'll let you get going."

"You don't have to," Jane said quickly. "I mean, I miss talking. Just the two of us. It's been... forever."

"I miss that, too. But," he looked around, "this really isn't a great place, and I'm willing to bet even the diners are packed."

"Escort a lady home?" she asked, suddenly a little nervous.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that," Steven smiled warmly.

A brief moment of flirting was enough to cause them to sit in silence for most of the subway ride. Steven was surprised by the flirting, but happy that they could finally joke around as friends again. Part of him briefly wondered if Jane intended for things to go further, but he quickly dismissed the thought. Jane was sitting beside him, trying to figure out how to initiate the conversation about her past.

"How's your mom? Your siblings?" he suddenly asked, remembering Jane said she missed talking and he had been silent for over ten minutes.

"They're doing well," Jane nodded. "Molly's still dating that same guy and Mom likes him. I'm not sure if my brothers have girlfriends."

"No boyfriend for Mom?" Steven questioned with a smirk. "Since, you know, we're talking about who everyone in your family's dating."

"No!" she laughed nervously. "Mom's never gonna date again."

"Right. Sorry," he mumbled.

Jane just nodded in response, unwilling to broach the topic on the subway. She felt like time was running out when they reached her stop. The two of them exited the subway and made their way to the right building in silence. It wasn't going well and she had to tell him.

"It's been an emotional day and I'm not ready to sleep yet," Jane said while they lingered by the entrance. "Keep me company?"

"I'd like to," Steven began, "but I don't feel like I've been great company since the pier."

"That's my fault," Jane spoke up. "I made things awkward. I, ah, I wanted to talk to you. About, um, why, why I'm like this. If, ah, if that's okay?"

"Of course," he replied quietly. "Of course it is."

Jane led them both up to the apartment she shared with Camilla and invited Steven inside. Bella immediately approached and started rubbing up against Jane's calf. Crouching down, Jane smiled as she scratched the black cat behind the ears, making her purr contentedly.

"Do you want a beer or something?" she offered, looking up at him. "I definitely need a drink."

"A beer sounds nice," Steven nodded with a smirk. "Or do you need something stronger for this?"

"I just need to relax, not get drunk," Jane laughed as she stood up and checked on Bella's water before walking to the fridge.

"Judging from the size of this liquor cabinet, I'm guessing you and Camilla get drunk a lot," he teased, opening up their liquor cabinet and looking around.

"At least I have a roommate to drink with," she countered, taking out two ice cold beers. "You probably sit in the dark with a glass of whiskey in one hand and your cock in the other."

"Why would anyone do that?" he frowned, still rifling through the various bottles.

"I always assumed guys played with themselves basically nonstop when they were alone," she shrugged.

"You seriously think guys just jack off all day?" Steven asked in a surprised voice. "Haven't you heard of a refractory period?"

"Oh yeah, I used to have to suck you for awhile so you could go again," Jane nodded.

"Good times," he smirked, taking out a bottle and turning to face Jane. "And what the fuck is this?"

"Pineapple rum. Camilla bought it. It's been in there for ages," Jane answered, holding two beers as she leaned forward to look at the bottle Steven had.

"That sounds disgusting," he grimaced, holding up the bottle so they could both see the pineapple slice floating on top of the liquid.

"It's gross," she agreed. "Camilla and I both almost threw up. You can keep it."

"I'm good, thanks," he laughed, putting the bottle away. "I'd much rather have the blowjob."

"Keep dreaming, bubba," she admonished, holding out one of the bottles. "Now, stop being nosy and have a beer with me."

Steven and Jane sat on the couch while sipping on their beers. The silence was only broken by the soft purring of Bella as she went between the two of them for attention. Neither of them could figure out what to say and instead they both chose to drink and look at each other awkwardly.

Jane was still wearing her white sundress with sunflowers. She smiled when she caught Steven's gaze lingering on her smooth calves. Crossing her legs, Jane admired Steven in his shorts and dark blue button-down. They locked eyes and both smiled as Jane reached out to scratch Bella's cheek and chin.

"The beer's good," Steven commented in a pathetic attempt to break the tension.

"Low calorie, too," Jane nodded, gesturing at him with the neck of the bottle before taking a sip.

Steven just chuckled and took a quick swig from his bottle. The two of them fell silent once again, the awkwardness continuing. Jane wanted to start talking, but she had kept her secrets for so long. Telling Camilla had been freeing, and she knew telling Steven would be, too. It just wasn't easy to start.

"This is getting ridiculous," Steven finally said. "We're friends. Just because we're not seeing each other naked anymore doesn't mean we can't talk. We don't have to talk about your past yet, but we don't have to sit here in awkward silence either."

"You're right, you're right!" Jane exclaimed before glancing at him with a smirk. "Wait. Does this mean you deleted all the nudes I sent you?"

"Jane," he stated evenly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't deflect," she sighed. "I'm just, well, I don't know. It's tough to talk about this. I don't even know where to start."

"Would it help if I shared something first?" Steven asked quietly.

"Shared what?" Jane giggled. "You're an open book."

"There might be one thing," he admitted.

"Yeah, right," she snorted. "You're like a child, completely incapable of dishonesty. I could just ask if you're lying and you'll turn red and start giggling."

"It might not be the best topic for us, but I'll tell you," Steven replied quietly. "If you don't tell anyone, not even Camilla. Especially not Camilla."

"Wait. There really is something?" Jane looked at him with wide eyes. "Did you, I don't know, work as a male prostitute to put yourself through college? Do you have an evil twin? Are you the evil twin?"

"No, no, and no," he laughed, shaking his head. "That makes this easier, thanks."

"You're welcome," she smirked, brushing her long hair back behind her ears. "Now, spill it."

"Well, you already know I did go back to Megan's after the charity event..." Steven trailed off nervously.

"You had sex," Jane finished for him, her stomach clenching as a quick jolt of pain hit her heart.

"We didn't mean to," he told her.

"Well, you didn't fall in her cunt," she countered. "I can't imagine she was that loose."

"We were just talking and it happened," Steven explained. "I felt guilty after and we agreed to just see if anything happened again. There was one other time she gave me head. That was it."

"Okay," Jane nodded. "Thank you for telling me. I won't tell anyone."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled sadly.

"You have nothing to apologize for," she said. "I know you'd never cheat in a relationship. I'm the reason we never got together."

"I could have been more patient with you," Steven argued.

"You were more patient with me than any other person would have been," Jane smiled. "And you are amazing for that, more than I deserve. We're still friends and I'm not upset with you. I can't be. I kept pushing you to nail her, after all."

"Thank you," he whispered.

"So, you and Megan aren't together?" she questioned.

"No," Steven insisted. "We aren't even friends with benefits. We just agreed to keep being friends and if something happens, it happens."

"That makes sense," Jane replied. "Thanks for spending Independence Day with us and not her."

"I'd never abandon The Gang of Eight," he laughed.

"No one in the gang is giving you any nookie, "she giggled. "By the way, where is Miss Bauer tonight?"

"Some event with her father," Steven answered. "She's watching fireworks with her son and best friend, Penelope."

"Gotcha," Jane responded.

Another round of awkward silence followed as they both processed everything. Jane was jealous, but she had joked about him and Megan, Jane had pushed for this. She knew she couldn't be mad. Biting her lower lip, she looked over at Steven. Bella had wandered off, so they couldn't even pay attention to the cat to ease the tension.

"So, ah, that's my big secret," he shrugged.

"My father abused my mother and all of us kids for years," she finally blurted out, overwhelmed with emotion.

"What?" Steven gasped.

"Sorry, sorry!" Jane winced. "I didn't know how else to say it and I've been keeping it in for so long. I should have told you ages ago. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," he assured her, reaching out to take her hand.

"Okay. So, okay. Details," she let out a breath, squeezing his hand as she gathered her strength. "Mom and Dad had kind of a whirlwind romance and he proposed after only a few months. They got married and moved in together. That's when the mask came off. Kids followed not long after, and I was the oldest, so it was the worst for me."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his thumb caressing her hand. Rage filled him as he imagined that asshole hurting Jane.

"It was like it was happening to someone else," Jane said in a small voice. "I'd walk in at the wrong time, or do some other simple thing he didn't like. Then when he was hitting me, it was like I was standing outside my body, watching it happen. I hid the bruises at school. And even now, when anything too uncomfortable happens, I just freeze. Like it's not happening to me. My therapist is the one who told me what dissociating is."

"That's horrible," Steven continued, trying to be supportive while not saying too much. He knew she needed to get this all out.

"I guess I'm like every adult who never saw a functional marriage growing up," she explained. "I know other relationships aren't like that, but I'm terrified of ending up in a situation like that. My dad is a monster."

"D-did he, you know, touch you?" he asked, seeing red.

"No!" Jane shook her head. "He wasn't sexually abusive. Not to me. Mom said he was rough, but got better when she would lay there and let him. She told me there was no point in fighting because he'd just do what he wanted to anyway. She didn't even know that was rape."

"I'm glad she's free of him now," Steven swallowed weakly.

"Yeah, and there was never any evidence against him," she sighed. "I hate, HATE going to family events. My youngest brother is in high school and still has to visit him. I won't let him go alone. I hate his mother, too. My grandmother. She keeps defending him, says we don't know how much our father loves us. I told her off and she's called me a cunt a few times."

"Oh, Jane," he whispered.

Hearing Steven say her name caused Jane to break down. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her face in his shoulder. He held her close and rubbed her back as she sobbed. Her body was shaking and Steven kissed the top of her head again, trying to be there for Jane.

"Oh, God," Jane cried. "I'm so sorry, Steven. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Sh," Steven kept rubbing her back. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay! I'm so sorry. You've been so great and I've been horrible," she continued sobbing.

"You could never be horrible," he insisted.

"I am! I hurt you and I hurt you and I hurt you again. And you were still there for me. I'm horrible and I'm so sorry," Jane's last words were difficult to hear due to her voice becoming more hoarse until she ran out of breath.

"It's okay, it's okay," Steven kissed the top of her head.

"I hate him. I hate him so much!" Jane whimpered.

"He'd best hope he never meets me," he growled angrily.

It took Jane awhile to calm down. Steven let her cry into his shoulder while the two of them sat on the couch. His anger melted away as it was replaced by pure concern for his close friend. He ran his fingers through her hair as he whispered to her softly. Jane eventually sat up and wiped away her tears before looking at him intently.

"Thank you," she said. "I feel better."

"Thank you for telling me all this," Steven responded sincerely. "I know it wasn't easy."

"It wasn't, but I needed to tell you," Jane told him. "You mean a lot to me."

"Of course I do, I'm great," he smirked.

"Jerk," she scrunched her face cutely.

"I still love when you do that," Steven smiled. "So fucking adorable."

"Steven," Jane whispered, her green eyes locked on his.

All the emotions of the night had shifted. Steven could feel the tension build. Jane reached up and stroked his jaw, her fingertips brushing against the hairs of his close-cropped beard. Her hand eventually found the back of his head and she pulled him to her.

"Jane," he gasped before losing himself in the kiss.

Jane clung to him; one hand at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. The other held his upper arm. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced passionately. Steven held her close, her large breasts pressed against his chest. The two of them made out for several minutes before their lust reached a tipping point. Without even knowing when, he found his hand on her breast, her nipple prominent in his palm even through her dress and bra.

Laying back, Jane tugged on Steven's shoulders, encouraging him to get on top of her. She rested her right foot on the floor so Steven could nestle his hips between her spread legs. Jane's head was laying against the armrests as they started grinding, their hands caressing each other.

"I need you!" Jane husked against his lips. "Fuck me!"

It took almost thirty seconds of scrambling to get his pants open and his cock out. He pushed up her dress and shifted her panties to the side, too impatient to even get them off. He tried to line himself up, but it was difficult to find a comfortable position for both of them on the couch. They continued making out as Jane reached out and pushed the coffee table out of the way. Suddenly, they both rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

"Floor works," Steven mumbled into her mouth while Jane straddled him.

Breaking their lip lock, Jane sat up and lifted her body so she could reach between them. Grasping his throbbing manhood, she lined him up with her wet pussy. Once his tip was slotted between her folds, Jane released him as she slid herself down with a deep growl in her throat.

"Shut up and fuck," Jane moaned, her hands clawing at his shirt.

Steven grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him, embedding his entire length in her sheath. Her heat matched the intensity of his hardness as she lowered her upper body so they could resume their kiss. He wrapped his arms around Jane while her tongue explored his mouth.

They rolled, his cock staying inside her as he got Jane beneath him. Halfway through, they hit the coffee table. The cheap table was no match for their lust. The leg snapped and the remnants of their beers spilled across the fake wood as the table tipped. Luckily, it fell away from them, slamming down on the rug and scaring Bella enough to dart into Jane's room. It all went unnoticed due to Jane and Steven's animalistic need for each other.

Grunts and moans filled the air as they started up their familiar rhythm. Steven's right hand was on the top of her head, fingers entwined in her hair as he thrust into her tightness. His left hand slid down, finding her right so they could lace their fingers. Jane squeezed his hand tightly as her ankles hooked around his calves.

"Jane," he gasped against her lips. "You feel so good."

"Oh God, Steven!" she moaned between kisses. "I love having you inside me."

"I love being inside you," Steven thickly replied.

They moved like practiced lovers; people who knew each other well, knew each other intimately. Barely two minutes in, Steven felt Jane tense beneath him, her vaginal muscles contracting as she came hard. He could hear her whimpering beneath him as she struggled to keep kissing him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Jane started panting when Steven ended their kiss.

Lifting his head, Steven looked down so he could admire Jane's beautiful face as they made love. The expressions crossing her face were incredibly arousing; her eyes were scrunched shut, her lower jaw tense as she gasped and moaned. At least until her green eyes opened and she looked up at him in wonder.

"Jane," Steven whispered again.

"I'm gonna cum again," she told him, speaking quickly. "Cum with me. Please. Stay with me."

Steven nodded rapidly as he continued moving his dick in and out of her. Jane rolled her hips to meet his thrust, her own pleasure building. She beat him, cumming a second time before he was ready. However, Steven hit his limit just as Jane was reaching her third orgasm.

"Cumming," he grunted in warning as she squeezed her hand.

"Keep going," Jane husked, fire in her green eyes. "Fill me. Oh God, right there! I'm cumming, too! Steven! Fuck me! Steven!"

A few more thrusts was all it took for them both to explode. They both felt their orgasms with every fiber of their being. Jane's toes curled in her sandals as Steven's vision swam. His balls compressed as they injected their contents into Jane's quivering snatch.

Lowering his head, Steven pressed his forehead to Jane's as they both struggled to catch their breath as their heart rates returned to normal. Jane giggled cutely, causing Steven to peck her lips. He then slowly withdrew his flaccid penis from her warmth.

"That was amazing," Steven whispered.

"More," Jane hissed. "I need you in me again."

Steven stood up, his pants and boxer briefs falling to his ankles. Jane sat up and lunged forward, giving his soft prick a few quick sucks before getting to her feet. They both took off their footwear, but Jane didn't have the patience for anything more. She grabbed his hand and dragged him across the carpeted floor.

They staggered into the bathroom, Steven nearly tripping over the pants still tangled around one foot. He started pulling down Jane's dress as she fumbled behind herself, trying to find the shower controls as their kiss commandeered all of their brain cells. Jane's dress fell into a puddle at her feet as Steven's hands squeezed her bra-clad breasts, making her gasp into his mouth. She reached back out, finally finding the shower controls.

As the water turned on, they paused just long enough for them to pull Steven's shirt off. The kiss resumed as Steven reached behind Jane's back to unhook her bra. He managed to kick his pants and boxers off just before flinging Jane's bra away so they could both turn and go under the water.

The hot water cascaded all around them, filling the shower stall with steam. Jane held Steven's hips, kissing him passionately as his right hand palmed a big boob. Her panties were quickly soaked, with water this time, as they realized she still had them on. Steven's free hand tried to pull down Jane's underwear, but the wet fabric clung to her skin.

"Just fucking rip them!" Jane growled as Steven tried to pull down the panties.

A loud tearing sound made Jane weak in the knees as her sopping pussy flooded with additional moisture. Moments later, Steven lowered his head and took her nipple between his teeth and lightly tugged on it. Jane gasped, her fingers in his wet hair, pulling him tighter against her.

"I love your big tits," Steven moaned, sucking on one breast while caressing the other.

Jane was breathing heavily as she threw her head back, pleasure shooting from her nipples. Steven's other hand slid between her legs, two of his fingers pressing into her tunnel. Jane stepped backward, her tight ass pressing against the tiled wall as her hand gripped his wrist while he continued fingering her.

"Faster, faster, faster!" Jane pleaded, her right leg shaking.

"Mm!" Steven hummed against her tit.

Steven's fingers moved in and out of her pussy while his tongue flicked her nipple. Jane's fingernails were digging into the back of his head as her other hand reached down to grasp his hardening dick. She held it firmly when her body tensed and she came on his fingers.

"I want it down my throat!" Jane hissed while stroking him.

"Get on your knees," he ordered firmly, making Jane's pussy quiver.

Without wasting a second, Jane quickly obeyed and dropped to her knees. She lifted his erection and slurped it into her mouth so she could start sucking. His hands were in her hair as he thrust his hips, pushing more of his length between her lips. Jane gripped his thighs, her eyes flicked up to meet his as she moaned around the hard cock in her throat.

Unfortunately, the spray from the shower head was making it difficult for Jane to lose herself in the blowjob. Her mouth kept filling with water, forcing Steven to pull her head off him so she could spit it out before returning to her task. They had to give up after a couple minutes.

"Mm, how about a titty-fuck instead?" Jane offered, lifting and squeezing her boobs as she smiled up at him.

"You read my mind," he smirked.

Holding his dick in both hands, Jane lifted her body so she could press the throbbing pole into the valley between her breasts. She moaned softly, her lips slightly parted as she looked down and admired his dick. Leaning down, Jane kissed his tip while squeezing her boobs tightly, smothering Steven's cock in warm, wet tit-flesh.

"You like that, baby?" she cooed up at him as she panted with lust while lifting her boobs to slide his length in and out of her cleavage. "That feel good?"

"So good," Steven gasped, reaching out to cup her face. "I want to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me," Jane moaned, slightly turning her head so she could suck on his thumb.

The sexy woman lightly sucking on his thumb while giving him a tit-fuck was a huge turn-on. Steven admired her naked body, his lust growing. Jane's light skin had a decent amount of freckles, reminding him of the beauty mark above her lip. Her boobs were perfect; large, but not excessively so. A few freckles were on each breast, and Jane's nipples were a light pink. Her flat stomach led down to her pubic mound, which was covered in a small, light brown bush.

"You're so beautiful, so sexy," Steven whispered as water ran down their bodies in rivulets.

"You make me so wet, I love being a dirty girl for you," Jane moaned, releasing his thumb as she squeezed her boobs tighter around his thickness. "I love your big dick. Oh God, I can feel you throbbing!"

"Bedroom," he gasped, pulling Jane to her feet.

Steven quickly shut off the water so they could step out of the shower. The two of them were too lost in their passion to bother toweling off. Instead, they rushed to Jane's room naked. Steven couldn't help but glance over and watch Jane's boobs bounce on her chest as she scurried along beside him.

"I want it from behind," Jane declared, bending over her bed and resting her head on her folded arms.

"Yes, ma'am," Steven smirked, grabbing a handful of her tight ass.

Holding Jane's perky butt-cheeks, Steven eased his dick inside of her as both of them gasped. Jane's tight snatch held him in a velvet embrace as he started thrusting. He was looking down, watching his cock disappear into Jane. With his grip on her bum, Steven also got a good look at her butt-hole.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts.

Switching his grip to her hips, Steven held on as he started fucking Jane hard and fast. She rose up onto her hands, letting her tits swing freely as she panted and moaned. Lifting one hand, Steven spanked Jane several times, causing her to release a small scream as her insides contracted.

"Cum for me!" Steven ordered, smacking her butt again.

"Pull my hair, pull my hair!" Jane begged.

Steven reached out and grabbed a fistful of Jane's wet, light brown hair. He yanked her head back as he continued drilling her from behind. Jane's eyes were scrunched shut, her mouth hanging open as her tits flopped around and slapped each other.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" she shrieked as Steven let go of her hair and grabbed both her tits. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! FUCK! Ungh, cumming!"

"I'm close!" Steven warned.

"Cum in my mouth!" Jane whined. "I wanna taste it, I wanna swallow it, I want your cum!"

"Turn around, turn around," he instructed as he took a step back.

Jane spun around and dropped to her knees, shoving Steven's cock in her mouth. Holding her head in both hands, he started to fuck Jane's face, making her gag and drool. She slid a hand between her legs so she could rub her clit as she sucked as hard as she could.

Steven gasped, his body shuddering just as he shoved his dick all the way down her throat. Using his grip on her head, he kept pulling her along his cock as semen exploded in Jane's mouth and throat. She coughed slightly, a small river of white running down her chin. Jane quickly started swallowing as she came on her fingers. Still, she kept sucking, her tongue bathing his shaft. Finally, he had to push her off of him, his mushroom tip had grown too sensitive.

"Mm, I forgot how great your cum tastes," Jane purred as she scooped up the semen from her chin and sucked it from her fingers.

"Fuck, you are amazing," Steven gasped out while breathing heavily.

"Good," she nodded happily. "Because you are not even close to done fucking me."

There was quite a bit of grab-ass as Steven and Jane returned to the bathroom. Steven even grabbed some tit. The two of them then toweled off and cleaned up the bathroom before putting on robes. They didn't talk about having sex again, in fact, they didn't talk much at all. They just looked at each other and smiled.

"You sure you don't have a robe that isn't pink?" Steven asked, looking at the pale pink robe he was wearing.

"Oh, you're fine," Jane laughed. "You look sexy in pink. Now, c'mon, I don't want the spilled beer to stain the carpet."

"Cleaning in between sex sessions? Fun," he deadpanned, following Jane.

"Nothing sexier than a man who cleans, babe," she winked.

"A man who cooks?" Steven offered.

"Nope, cleaning's better," Jane giggled and playfully stuck out her tongue.

The two of them cleaned the carpet, making sure the alcohol wouldn't stain it. The task took longer than it should have because Jane would playfully swat Steven's butt when she could, and he retaliated by tackling her and kissing her while grabbing her boobs. Eventually, they were finished. Mostly.

"I'll tell Camilla I broke it," she mumbled, blushing slightly as she gestured at the broken table.

"Right," Steven sighed. "Don't want to tell her the truth."

"Sorry," Jane whispered.

Could Jane tell Camilla the truth about Steven? She had told Steven about her past, maybe it was time. Maybe it was time to see if she and Steven could be more. Would it really hurt to ask him to spend the night? Nothing bad would happen. He was a great guy and he set her loins on fire. Maybe more than just her loins.

Steven was lost in thought as he got two bottles of water from the kitchen. He had known that he and Jane could have been amazing together, but it would never happen. Her confiding in him had been great, but she still wanted him out of the apartment still wasn't going to admit to Camilla that he'd been over and they'd gotten intimate. Was it even intimacy, or just fucking? It was too much. He wanted to wake up with his love, wanted to shout his love from the rooftops, not leave like some dirty secret. He and Jane really did fuck like it was an Olympic sport, but no matter how great the Olympics, they always ended.

"Thanks, bubba," she said, accepting the bottle of water before drinking several gulps.

"You're welcome," Steven nodded, sipping his own water.

He was just about to offer to leave when Jane grabbed his hand and led him back to her bedroom. Barely a minute later, Jane was flat on her back with her legs in the air. Steven was holding her ankles, pumping her pussy while watching her big tits bounce.

Sliding a hand between her legs, Jane started rubbing her clit while getting fucked. Her other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing the large mound before pinching her nipple. Jane's pussy clamped down on Steven's thrusting cock, making both of them moan as his balls hit her butt.

"Mm, fuck me, yes!" Jane husked, her lower lip quivering.

"You are so fucking sexy," Steven growled, looking down at Jane's naked body.

The dick in her cunt and the fingers on her clit were too much for Jane; she tensed up as her eyes rolled back and her back arched. With her mouth hanging open, Jane let out a series of adorable squeaks and moans as an orgasm consumed her entire being. Steven's body was glistening with sweat as he relentlessly fucked Jane through her orgasm.

It was the most intense sex session in either of their lives. They couldn't keep their hands off each other as their rhythms became one. Jane came several times, including an intense series of multiple orgasms that left her a quivering mess. They fucked in various positions; missionary, cowgirl, face-off, spooning, reverse cowgirl.

Unsurprisingly, they ended up in Jane's favorite position; doggystyle. Steven made full use of the position to do everything he knew Jane loved. He spanked her, he pulled her hair, he grabbed her boobs and used them for leverage to fuck her with all the strength he had. At one point, Steven held Jane's arms back, supporting her upper body while he pounded her until she screamed.

Near the end, Steven was holding Jane's hips while screwing her with a steady rhythm. His long, deep, predictable thrusts were keeping Jane at the height of pleasure. Eventually, her arms gave out and she collapsed on the bed, her head and chest resting on the comforter while her ass stayed in the air, held up by Steven.

Jane's dirty talk had devolved into a series of incoherent gasps and groans. The pleasure was just too much, she couldn't form words. Her hands gripped the comforter as she drooled on the bed. When Steven buried himself to the hilt and started to cum, Jane's entire body exploded in fireworks of pleasure that were unlike any she had ever experienced. Her eyes rolled back as everything went black.

Steven managed to get Jane under the covers before joining her. She was still out cold and Steven wanted to hold her. With a sigh, he reached out and caressed her cheek, smiling when her face softened slightly. He knew she'd be upset if he stayed over and he didn't want to wake her.

Jane was still unconscious when Steven was fully dressed. He didn't want to leave. In fact, he felt like an asshole for leaving a girl he had just had sex with. Yet, he knew that Jane didn't want him to spend the night. She never did. She had even mentioned lying to Camilla tomorrow. That wouldn't work if he stayed.

Leaning over the bed, Steven pressed his lips against Jane's temple. He then left the building and made his way to the subway. While on the subway, he realized that the aching longing wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. He was still very fond of Jane, very attracted to her. But, he knew it was time to move on. Knew that was the last time they'd have sex.

Taking out his phone, Steven noticed he had a message from Megan. It was a picture of three people who were outside with the setting sun behind them. Carter was sitting between Megan and Penelope, all three of them smiling at the camera. Steven smiled and spent the rest of the ride home texting with Megan.

Steven: Looks like Carter had fun!

Megan: He did! He's passed out in his room. Nell and I are drinking wine in our pajamas.

Steven: You two gonna jump on your bed and have a pillow fight? : P

Megan: In your dreams, buddy!

Steven: Actually, in my dreams I'd be there with you two.

Megan: Nell says hi. She also says there's no way you could handle both of us. ;)

Steven: Hi, Nell! And she's probably right. Those guys in Europe were very lucky!

Megan: Sorry to ruin your fantasies, but Nell and I never double-teamed a guy!

Steven: What about the cricket players in London?

Megan: Their suites had separate bedrooms.

Steven: Oh.

Megan: Nell and I have seen each other naked. I saw her give head and she's seen my sex tape.

Megan: She just offered a threesome if you take her on your spa weekend. : P

Steven: Haha! Well, I will consider her offer.

Megan: I've never been with a girl.

Steven: I was just teasing, Megan.

Megan: I know. Nell has asked to experiment a couple of times. I always said no.

Steven: Whoa.

Megan: Maybe we'll talk about it some more another time. : P I need more wine!

Steven: Have a good night. Both of you!

Megan: Thanks! Night night!

Once he was home, Steven stripped down to his boxer briefs and got into bed. He sent Jane a text to let him know he was home safe and to apologize for leaving. He added that he knew it was what she wanted. Then he plugged his phone in and went to sleep.

The dreams that followed were a mashup of Megan, who changed into Penelope, and then somehow both were in bed with him. Despite his earlier comments, he knew that would never happen. After some incredible sex with both heiresses, Steven was laying in bed with them. And then Jane was standing by the bed, she was holding a numbered ticket and standing behind a velvet rope.

~Saturday July 05, 2025~

Jane was floating in pure bliss, her body completely relaxed. She felt a soft caress on her cheek and softly whispered his name. Steven. The caressing continued and Jane enjoyed the beautiful state of being halfway between awake and asleep. It was a beautiful moment that was ruined by the caress turning into razor blades digging into her skin.

"Ow!" Jane winced, opening her eyes and blinking until Bella came into focus. "Bella, don't scratch me."

The black cat jumped off the bed and ran out of the room as fast as she could. Jane was alone and naked in bed. Steven was gone. Reaching for her phone, Jane checked the time and realized it was after 3:00AM. There was also a text from Steven, letting her know that he had gotten home.

She replied to the text, tears forming in her eyes. Jane was going to ask him to stay. She was going to have him stay. And Steven left before she could because he knew that she had never wanted him to spend the night. She was an idiot. A fucking idiot.

Placing her phone on her bedside table, Jane rolled over on the bed and suddenly realized that his scent was lingering. It was on the pillow. Reaching out, Jane grabbed the pillow and hugged it to her chest. She wanted to fall asleep smelling that man. And she did.

Jane woke up again at around 8:00AM and quickly discovered the smell of Steven was gone. She knew she could reach out, let him know that she was going to ask him to stay. But, she had put him through enough. Jane didn't know how she knew, but a part of her was convinced that had been the last time. She fell asleep again.

Halfway across town, Camilla Garcia was just waking up in the bed of a nice hotel room. She was completely naked and snuggled up to an equally naked guy. Her head was resting on his muscular chest and her arm was flung over his waist. Camilla ran her toes along the hairs on his calf as a delightful throbbing indicated her pussy was still tender from a long night of passionate lovemaking.

Lifting her head, Camilla looked over at the sleeping face of Alexander Brown. Just enough light came in through the windows for Camilla to make out his handsome features. She ran her fingers down his bare chest as she admired his caramel skin. Her hand slid beneath the covers, a smirk crossing her face when she found his morning wood.

"Mm, don't mind if I do," Camilla smirked before ducking beneath the covers.

The sexy Latina curled up beside Alex's waist as she slowly jacked him off. She then lowered her head into his lap and took him into her mouth. Camilla moaned, feeling her pussy flood with moisture as she relished the feeling of a hard dick between her lips. With her left hand cupping his balls, Camilla started bobbing her head, her cheeks caving in as she sucked hard.

Alex slowly started to stir and he instinctively reached a hand beneath the blanket to grab the top of Camilla's head. He was clearly fully awake when his other hand grabbed a handful of her perfect peach of an ass and squeezed it. Eventually, he tossed the blanket off of both of them so he could admire the naked beauty going down on him.

"Well, good morning," Alex chuckled, holding Camilla's dark hair.

"Mm, morning, mmph!" Camilla hummed around the thick dick in her mouth.

Camilla seemed content to continue the blowjob, so Alex laid back down and enjoyed. Keeping his right hand on her head, Alex's left hand slid between her legs, his fingertips brushing her petals. Camilla moaned when he started fingering her. The moans created wonderful vibrations around Alex's shaft and it wasn't long before he bucked his hips, flooding Camilla's mouth with warm sperm.

"Whoa," he gasped when Camilla gaped her mouth and showed him his cum before swallowing.

"Ah!" Camilla smacked her lips as she returned to his side. "Nothing like a morning protein shake."

"You're amazing," Alex said as he absentmindedly played with one of her boobs.

"I know," she giggled. "So, I take it that means last night was good for you?"

"Last night absolutely blew my mind," he smiled. "I hope you enjoyed it as well."

"I did!" Camilla replied. "You definitely know how to fuck. Was your friend mad that he had to sleep on a cot in the other room?"

"Nah," Alex laughed. "Bro code. When a buddy meets a girl you make yourself scarce. I'd have done it for him."

"He didn't have to leave," she playfully nudged his shoulder. "It wouldn't be the first time I've had an audience."

"It would have been the first time for me," he responded.

"Aw, you really are young and innocent," Camilla teased, leaning over to peck his lips.

"On that note, I'm going to end this conversation by returning the favor," Alex stated.

That sounded great to Camilla, so she happily allowed Alex to roll her onto her back and get between her legs. Placing her smooth legs over his shoulders, he gripped her upper thighs and buried his face in her wet twat. Her fingers ran through his hair as she let out a small grunt of satisfaction.

"Mm, that's it baby," Camilla moaned encouragingly as her nails dug into his scalp. "Eat that pussy."

Alex obviously wasn't the most experienced at cunnilingus, but he more than made up for it with enthusiasm. It wasn't long before Camilla was panting and grunting, bucking her hips against his face as her pleasure grew. At her request, Alex added his fingers into the mix, bringing Camilla to an explosive orgasm.

"Mm, mm!" Alex moaned, sucking on her clit while pushing two fingers in and out of her channel.

"Ah! Are you, ah, almost ready, ah, for another round?" Camilla asked between pants.

"Yes," he nodded against her pussy. "I'm so hard for you."

"Then get up here and fuck me!" she giggled.

No man could refuse such a request from the sexy Latina, so Alex quickly got on top of her while stroking his shaft. He found the hole and pressed forward, burying himself into Camilla's depths. She gripped his biceps and moaned, her legs instinctively wrapping around his, pulling him inside.

They were both pretty worn out after the previous night, causing the morning's session to be much more relaxed. Camilla eventually asked to switch positions, wanting it from behind. She laid her head on her folded arms, her butt in the air as she relaxed and enjoyed the exquisite feelings associated with penetration.

Alex knew Camilla liked it rough, she had made that very clear last night. However, they were both content to take things easy this time. He didn't spank her or pull her hair, he just held her hips and rhythmically thrust into Camilla until she came. Moments later he tensed and blew his load in her pulsating cunt.

Camilla and Alex cuddled for a few minutes before deciding it was time to clean up. Alex couldn't help but smirk as he watched Camilla waddle to the bathroom with a hand over her pussy to keep from leaking. The two of them then shared a very romantic shower where they washed each other.

"When are you heading back to Boston?" Camilla asked while standing naked in the hotel room and drying her hair with a towel.

"Tuesday," Alex answered, pulling up his boxer briefs.

"Two long weekends in a row, you must be exhausted," she commented, sitting her naked ass down on a chair.

"I'm a little tired," he admitted while texting his friends. "I couldn't miss my cousin's graduation and I definitely wasn't missing this weekend."

"Is your cousin going to college with you in the fall?" Camilla asked as she ran her fingers through her silky hair.

"Nah, she's staying in California," Alex replied, shaking his head. "She would never leave her father and has a few friends she's really close to. Her dad even knocked up one of those friends, so she'll have a new sibling soon."

"Nice!" she giggled. "My kind of family."

"They're alright," he laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, you should add me on social media," Camilla suggested, gesturing toward his phone. "I know you have my number, but it's easy to lose touch with just that. Who knows? Maybe we'll cross paths again."

"I'd like that," Alex smiled, opening his social media apps.

"Oh! Please follow my influencer account, too. There's a link on my page," she added, picking her phone up off the table to accept his friend requests. "I know you're probably not into beauty tips, but I post about other stuff. And maybe your sister or female friends can watch. I, ah, get a lot more famous if I have more followers."

"For you? Sure," he looked up at her with affection before returning his attention to his phone. He found Camilla's profile and the link to her influencer account. "Camporium de la diosa?"

"Yeah! It's Spanish, mostly," Camilla explained while putting her phone in her purse. "So, 'camporium' is a made up word. I changed 'emporium' to 'camporium' as a play on the word 'camp' and my real name. It's 'Camporium of the Goddess.' My followers just call me 'la diosa' or 'the goddess!'"

"Someone's confident," Alex chuckled.

"Are you saying I'm not a goddess?" she asked with a raised brow as she stood up and placed her hands on her hips, posing prettily.

"You are definitely a goddess," he whispered, eyes wide as he admired her naked body.

"Mm, damn straight," Camilla purred.

"Do you have a SeeMe account with the same name?" Alex asked as he set his phone down.

"Not yet, but maybe someday," she replied, walking over to him and sitting in his lap. She rested her hands on his shoulders as she leaned in to peck his lips. "Don't worry, you don't have to pay for nudes. You get to see the real thing."

"Lucky me," he whispered, cupping her breasts in both hands.

"That feels good and I don't want you to stop," Camilla sighed. "But, you have to meet your friends and I need to get home. We'll never get out of here if I beg you to shove it up my ass again."

"They can go out without me," Alex insisted, reaching down to squeeze her butt in both hands.

"No, you should go," she giggled, grabbing the back of his head and shoving his face in her tits. "Rain check?"

"Yes, please," he nodded as Camilla got out of his lap and returned to the table. He admired her naked ass while she put an extra swing in her hips for his viewing pleasure.

Alex knew he should be getting ready, but he couldn't stop himself from watching Camilla as she sat back down at the table. She was above-average in height for a woman and had a slim figure. Her light brown skin was flawless and her raven hair was shiny and long. Alex loved her tits; they were a good size, but not too large on her frame. She was a classic sexy Latina.

"Careful or you might start drooling," Camilla teased, completely comfortable naked as she took a pouch out of her purse.

"Sorry, but you know what you look like," Alex mumbled, wiping his chin to make sure he wasn't actually drooling. Then he gestured toward Camilla to change the subject. "What's in the pouch?"

"You know how survivalists and preppers have their 'go bag' ready in case they need to leave at a moment's notice?" she asked, unzipping the pouch. "You know, in case of nuclear attack or a zombie apocalypse?"

"Uh, yeah?" he frowned in confusion.

"Well, I'm more practical and have one for things that might actually happen," Camilla smirked. "I call it my 'ho bag' and it's for unplanned overnights."

"Nice name," Alex laughed.

"What?" she mumbled, digging around in the pouch. "Oh, right. Yeah, I own it. Slut-shaming is for losers. Seriously, they want to get non-stop pussy, yet they put down the women who provide it? Fucking morons. Anyone who gives me shit about that is definitely never getting any of this sexy bod."

"No problems here," he assured her. "What do you have packed?"

"Toothbrush and toothpaste for starters," Camilla answered. "But this hotel had complimentary ones so I didn't need mine."

"Right, I saw that," Alex nodded.

"Breath mints for that pesky cum breath, phone charger, cleansing wipes, deodorant," she continued, taking out the deodorant and applying it to her underarms. She then put it away and resumed her list. "Hair ties for sex hair, aspirin for a hangover, lube for anal, moisturizer, pepper spray in case things go wrong, and spare birth control pills."

"I thought a doctor only gave out enough pills for a month at a time or something?" he questioned. "You have extra?"

"My cousin is a pharmacist," Camilla explained after taking a pill. "Not really my first cousin. Second, third? I don't know. He shows up to family dinners at my abuela's sometimes. She cooks dinner every Sunday and everyone who's available shows up. Sometimes there's over twenty people. Anyway, he does me favors and I do him favors."

"You said you worked in accounting, what do you do for him?" Alex wondered.

"I've got great tits, I give the best blowjob in the state, and I have a tight pussy," she shrugged, pulling a pair of panties out of her ho bag. "Oh, and I keep a fresh pair of undies. Abuela says to always wear clean underwear."

"Your cousin? You freak!" he exclaimed, his big grin showing he wasn't offended.

"Second or third cousin!" Camilla argued, standing up and stepping into her underwear. "Or, something twice removed, I don't know."

"Well, that's okay then," Alex laughed as he watched the sexy Latina pull up her panties.

"Here, look," she said, pulling her phone out of her purse and walking up to him. She flipped through her pictures before turning her phone and showing him. "Look at the phone, not my tits."

"I can't help it; like you said, you've got great tits," he smirked, taking his eyes off her dangling boobs to look at the picture on her phone. It was a guy with similar features to Camilla who looked like he'd just stepped off the cover of some magazine featuring gorgeous models.

Alexander and Camilla continued talking as they finished getting dressed before meeting up with Alex's friends. There were a few crude comments about the hook-up and Alex was momentarily worried Camilla would be offended. He laughed when Camilla gave even better than she got, making the dirtiest comments out of everyone.

Camilla said goodbye to everyone before making her exit. It was time for one of her favorite activities, the walk of shame. She couldn't deny it was a damn shame her conquests didn't still have her in their bed. Camilla felt no reason she should feel shame as she took the subway back home and made her way up to the apartment she shared with Jane.

"I'm home!" Camilla confidently announced as she walked into the apartment.

"Great," Jane grunted from the couch. She was watching television while Bella was laying in her lap.

"What are we watching?" Camilla asked, approaching the couch and freezing when she noticed the remains of the coffee table. "And what the fuck happened to the table?!"

"It broke," Jane answered simply, keeping her eyes on the screen.

"Yeah, I can see that," Camilla rolled her eyes. "How?"

"I put my feet up on it and it just collapsed," Jane explained.

"Why were you putting your feet on my table?" Camilla frowned, crossing her arms and glaring at Jane.

"Why are you calling it your table?" Jane countered. "It's ours."

"I bought it!" Camilla argued.

"You got it for five bucks at a yard sale," Jane snorted.

"No!" Camilla exclaimed before averting her eyes. "It was on the side of the road with a sign that said 'free' on it."

"In that case, I'll pay you for it," Jane smirked.

"Bitch," Camilla grumbled.

"Someone needs a nap," Jane observed.

"Whatever," Camilla replied before sighing reluctantly. "I AM tired. I'm gonna pee and take a nap. Then we're going out and getting a new table. On you."

"Fine. Whatever," Jane waved her off.

Laying back on the couch in her pajamas, Jane continued watching her movie while absentmindedly petting Bella. Camilla walked off and disappeared into the bathroom. When she left the bathroom, she returned to the living room rather than going directly to her bedroom.

"Jane?" Camilla questioned.

"Yeah?" Jane replied, still engrossed in her movie.

"Why was there a pair of torn panties on the bathroom floor?" Camilla asked with amusement in her voice.

"Uh..." Jane trailed off, looking over at Camilla with wide eyes. The Latina had a pair of ripped underwear dangling off her finger while looking at Jane with a bemused expression. "I, ah, I thought my foot was in the leg hole and when I went to pull them up they ripped."

"Well, that was a load of bull," Camilla snorted, staring Jane down. "Now, either you had to go to the bathroom so bad you couldn't bother with getting them off the right way, or else you owe me a story, bitch."

"Uh..." Jane repeated stupidly. "The bathroom one?"

"Spill it. Now," Camilla insisted, waving for Jane to lift her legs so the Latina could sit on the couch. Camilla then grabbed Jane's feet and placed them in her lap. "Is Logan stashed in your bedroom? I'm not judging, I wouldn't mind keeping a stud in my bedroom to service my needs."

"Logan and I decided to just be friends," Jane admitted. "I told him I was going through a lot and we agreed it was for the best."

"You need to date if you're gonna work past this," Camilla sighed. "Logan was perfect."

"He was perfect, but not for me," Jane whispered. "I already missed my perfect."

"How did the table get broken again?" Camilla asked pointedly.

"Fucking..." Jane trailed off, looking down at Bella and scratching the cat's chin.

"Fucking what? The fucking cat? What... Oh," Camilla realized that "fucking" was the entire sentence and not just an adjective.

"It was Steven," Jane said quietly, her voice cracking. "He walked me home. We ended up making out on the couch. We fell off while he was trying to get in me. The table broke."

"Damn, get it girl!" Camilla teased. "Sounds like some great sex."

"It was," Jane acknowledged, her eyes damp. "I finally told him about my father. We ended up having sex again. It was... amazing. But you know how he's always wanting more, wanting to stay or cuddle?"

"You kicked him out again," Camilla stated flatly.

"N-no," Jane stammered, the tears starting to run down her cheeks. "It was the best sex of my life. We ended up in bed and the last round was so good I passed out. I was going to ask him to stay, I was! But he was so used to me wanting him to leave that he just tucked me in and left. Oh God, Camilla. I've lost him."

"You could tell him you were gonna ask him to stay?" Camilla offered while rubbing Jane's feet. "You know? Communication. It's nifty."

"No, I can't," Jane shook her head. "Something was different. There was still love or whatever it was, but I could tell. He's moved on. He's ready to see other people. It's too late."

"It's never too late, sweetie," Camilla insisted.

"It is," Jane mumbled. "He was my soul mate and I blew it. It'll never be that good again."

"You don't know that," Camilla said firmly. "I really think it's best to let him go for now. Live your life. Go on dates. You know, like with Logan?"

"I will date. Casually," Jane replied. "Going out with Logan again would have made it less casual."

"Okay," Camilla, nodded, holding Jane's foot. "I get it. You're not ready for sex with someone else. It reminds me of high school. Guys had a three date rule; put out or get out."

"Where the fuck did you go to high school?" Jane giggled in spite of herself before wiping away her tears.

"Not important," Camilla smiled. "What is important is that you're still young. You have time. Maybe you and Steven will find each other again, maybe not. Just focus on you right now. When you're ready, just remember that life is short. So, get naked, fuck hard, and make some noise!"

"Where did you come up with that one?" Jane asked with a laugh.

"Internet," Camilla shrugged. "There are lots of fun things there. Titties, cocks, and cunts. Oh my! And sayings for girls like me who wanna fly our slut flag."

"There are other things on the internet, you know?" Jane rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know," Camilla nodded. "I love the funny cat pictures."

Camilla soon left to go take her nap while Jane finished her movie. The two of them then got dressed and went out to buy a new table. A few glasses of wine and a lot of cursing later, and they had the table fully assembled. Jane flipped off Camilla when the Latina requested that Jane not get fucked on the flimsy coffee table.

That night Jane was relaxing in bed with Bella curled up on the other pillow. She had texted with the entire Gang of Eight during the day, including Steven. Her conversation with Steven had been pretty casual, with neither of them mentioning the sex. Jane's last thought before falling asleep was a burning desire for her father to rot in Hell.