All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Why aren't you with Chris today?" Cassandra looked over at me from the edge of her bed, blowing out a long stream of smoke. She handed me the joint. I inhaled deeply and held it in while I regarded my friend. I slowly exhaled into her room. Lucky for us, her parents were cool with a little weed as long as we didn't get into trouble. We were eighteen, so we could handle it responsibly. That's what they said, anyway.
"He's doing something with his mom," I said. The room pleasantly vibrated around me.
"He's been busy a lot lately. You sure he's not cheating on you?" Cassandra reclined on her bed and stared at the ceiling dreamily. "That's what Mike did before we broke up. He was busy all the time."
"The thought had crossed my mind." I nodded. He had been busy a lot. And the way his mom looked at me. Was she in on it? Was she covering for her cheating son? I slipped into paranoia in the blink of an eye. "Yeah, it's just like Mike. He might be cheating on me."
"What are you gonna do?" Cassandra turned her face toward me, a worried frown creasing her pretty features.
"Well..." My mind couldn't move too fast, but it was working through the problem. "I know just how he'd do it. In his room, sneaking whatever girl he's got in through the basement window. Or maybe he's not even sneaking if his mom is in on it. Son of a bitch." I stood up. "What time is it?"
"I don't know. Four thirty?"
"He's probably cheating on me right now. You ever think how weird it is that people can be doing such separate things and not know about it? I mean connected people. You know? You're joined in one way, but space and time separate you." It was good weed.
"So, you want to connect with him by catching him with some other girl?" Cassandra looked dubious. She didn't get it.
"Yes, that's what I'm going to do. Bye." I heard her saying goodbye as I raced out of her room, ran down the stairs, and left her house. I hopped on my bike and cycled over to Christopher's house. I might have gotten lost along the way when I had to follow a chickadee for a couple blocks, but I got there around four forty-five.
Hopping off my bike, I pulled my shorts back into position and adjusted my top. I took a deep breath. I walked my bike around back and rested it on the side of the house, next to the casement window, in case I needed to leave quickly. Was he cheating on me? I wasn't as sure as I'd been at Cassandra's place. I hesitated and looked around the quiet backyard. I could feel the grass breathing. Yeah, I was supposed to go inside. I reached down for the window. It was unlocked as always. I pulled it open and slipped inside.
The basement was carpeted, which kept me quiet. At first, all I could hear was my heart pounding in my chest. But then I heard squeaking. It was the sound of his bed. And then the squealing hit my ears. It was the bitch he was banging. Oh, my God. It wasn't just the weed. He really was cheating on me. I moved into the mechanical room and put my ear against the wall. I knew his bedroom was right on the other side.
Muffled voices filtered through the wall. She was saying something to him in between cries of pleasure. I clenched my fists and bit my lip. I had never been so angry at a boy. I'd never been cheated on before. I thought about going upstairs and telling his mother. She would walk in, and boy would he be in trouble. But what if she was covering for him? My nails dug into my palms as the girl he had in there hollered out her obnoxious orgasm.
I meant to leave at that point, but I must have lost track of time. It was good weed. I stood there listening to them go at it in his room, my ear against the wall for what felt like ages. I really wanted to punch both their faces. Without thinking about it, I finally pulled myself away from the wall and walked out of the mechanical room. My feet carried me to Christopher's bedroom door. It was open a crack, and they were a good deal louder from that spot. I could hear the growl he made when he was ready to cum. My stomach churned and my blood boiled. He was making that sound for someone else. How could he?
A parallelogram of light stretched along the floor from the doorway. I stepped right up to the edge and looked in. My stomach dropped when I edged far enough to see Christopher's bed. I can't remember ever having my temper cooled so quickly. I went from She-Hulk smash, to Jennifer Susan Walters like I'd stepped into a cold shower. I wasn't even sure at first if it was reality or the high that made me see the woman my boyfriend was furiously humping. Was it a trick of the light? How good was that weed?
From my spot, I could see Christopher's glorious backside as he pumped her missionary style. Under him, squirming, with her eyelids fluttering, was his mother. Her normally pretty face was twisted. If I didn't know what Christopher's dick could do to a woman, I'd have thought she was having a stroke.
