My friend Chase's helplessness from the aftermath of his car accident was over, but the changes it had made in our friendship carried on. It had been a normal friendship for years up until then, but things had taken an interesting turn after his accident.
It started with a simple but extremely unusual request, a favor for a friend. That favor had been a handjob. A one time only thing had become multiple times. That had changed due to a near miss on a wet tile floor, or quite possibly a Freudian slip, into blowjobs. Even that had changed into full on intercourse due to a bad bet during a poker game.
Every time I drew a line in the sand, it got washed away and I had to reevaluate my limits, and a new line would be drawn, only to be washed away again. More recently my own mistake led to another favor for my friend, which ended with me doing favors for a friend of my friend.
It always started out innocently enough or with good intentions, but kept pushing past my current boundaries. I wasn't even certain what boundaries I had left. Even though the sexual component was still kind of new, our friendship itself remained intact. We still hung out, watched movies, watched TV, played video games, played pool, went out to eat, went to the gun range, and helped each other out if needed.
The sex had recently dropped off, as Chase had met somebody. It wasn't surprising to me, as I knew he liked to play the field. It wasn't even surprising that it was a woman, as Chase played for both teams. It was a little surprising that this woman seemed to have some personality and substance. Chase usually liked 'em shallow and transient. He didn't want a long term relationship, he wanted to have his fun and move on. Our 'thing' was not a relationship, we were friends, and we hung out and had our fun as friends, so the short term limits didn't seem to apply with me.
I had met her a few times by now, this girl named Chrissy. She seemed nice enough, cute, friendly, and had a steady job / career. They had met in the DMV, waiting in the endless sea of registration and license renewals. Chase and I still hung out, but the frequency had dropped off somewhat. It wasn't a big deal. I had seen this cycle plenty of times before. If the cycle held, one of them would end it before too much longer.
I had inadvertently walked in on them once. It was my day off, so naturally I headed over to Chase's house. I had text him letting him know I was grabbing a couple steaks for the grill for later, and would be by shortly. On my arrival, I knocked on the front door and let myself in as normal. Chase wasn't in his living room, so I was about to plop down on his couch and turn on the TV, when I heard noises from his bedroom. It wasn't Chase calling me, as I had heard that often enough in the past. I couldn't quite place it so I headed back, following the sounds.
Chase's bedroom door was only half closed and beyond it was the source of the noise. I stopped short of pushing the door open and walking in when I saw what was going on. Chrissy was reverse cowgirling Chase on his bed. I saw his bare legs sticking out front and she was on top of him, bouncing up and down. The bed was opposite his door so he couldn't see me, even if he wasn't preoccupied. She was facing me as she gyrated on top of him but her attention was elsewhere as well.
Just as I was about to turn around and walk away Chrissy opened her eyes and focused on me in the doorway. She didn't scream, rush to cover up, or give any indication that I was there. She was looking right at me, so I knew she knew. As she continued fucking Chase she winked at me, showing me that she knew that I knew that she knew. I retreated back into the living room as Chrissy's voice followed me.
"Come on Chase! Give me that hard cock!" she demanded. "I wanna feel you cum!" It seemed like she was being louder then normal, making sure I heard her clearly.
I didn't stop in the living room either, but continued right out the front door. I didn't want to be in there when they finally emerged from the bedroom. I did text Chase again saying that I had been called into work and would be over with the steaks the next day. Unless Chrissy said something Chase would be none the wiser.
It was after that encounter that Chase had stopped initiating any kind of sex with me. I understood and it didn't bother me except maybe that I didn't get to cum as often now. Chase was pretty exclusive when he was in his usual short term relationships.
The incident between Chase and Karl with a 'K' was because I hadn't been around for a couple months, plus ours was not one of his relationships. We were friends, had been for a long time, and saw no reason why we wouldn't be a long time in the future. As friends, he liked bouts of stress relief. As his frequent outlet for that, I also enjoyed it, but was not trying to keep him to myself or anything. Like I said, we were friends.
The following day I text Chase again to let him know I was on the way over. He immediately answered, saying he had rented a couple movies that all three of us could watch. At least now I knew who was going to be there and what I was walking into.
I arrived, knocked on the front door and let myself in. Chase and Chrissy were already situated on the couch. She was randomly flipping through the channels as I put away the steaks and grabbed a drink. I settled into the recliner, giving them their space. The conversation flowed easily as we watched TV. Once we got into the first movie, we all turned our concentration to that, and the back and forth stopped for the moment.
As it got later, Chase asked if I would fire up the grill while he took a shower. Outside I went, taking the cover off the grill, turning the gas on, and preparing for the meat. Chrissy came out of the house with the steaks on a plate. As she handed them to me I grabbed the plate, but she held on, not letting go. I looked at her questioningly.
"He's fucked you, hasn't he." she said. It wasn't a question. She was certain she knew.
"No." I said flatly in denial.
"We've already talked about certain things that he said he wanted me to know. I know he enjoys the company of both men and women. I know that he likes to play around and doesn't think he wants anything serious. I also know that he's wrong. He wants to settle down, he just hasn't found the right person yet. Which means that it's not going to be you, but it will be me."
"Good for you but Chase is my friend. I know he swings both ways, but not with me. We're just friends."
She stood there staring at me unflinchingly, attempting to gauge my honesty. Finally she let go of the plate and turned to go back inside. Apparently Chase had not told her everything yet, if he ever would. Anything between Chase and I specifically was none of her business in my opinion. The rest of the night went by uneventfully. After the movies and dinner, Chase went back to use the bathroom. After a couple of minutes Chrissy stood and headed in that direction. I remained alone in the living room watching TV. Soon I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. Chrissy was being loud again. I suspected that it was for my benefit.
