Eve and Bryna

I'd had my one last blowjob in a closet. Now was the time to bring up the commitment topic with Eve. It's surprising isn't it? All that time waiting, and then I lose my virginity within a week of meeting this girl, prior to the "What exactly are we doing here?" talk. Technically, the fun in the closet wasn't any kind of cheating. So technically I wasn't a complete asshole, technically. Of course Ryan and Gretchen felt differently and neither of them spoke to me for some time. In fact that was a whole crowd lost to me. Maybe that's why I did it.

Eve and I decided we'd be boyfriend and girlfriend officially, meaning we wouldn't engage in oral sex with other people in closets. Eve's friend Bryna and I continued to debate, but in a much friendlier tone. In fact we'd become pretty much best friends. So the three of us hung out a-lot. Bryna was dating a couple of different guys and sometimes they'd hang out with us as well, especially Jeremy, a silly fun loving, highly obsessive kinda guy who was head over heals in love with Byrna.

"I'm wearing her underwear." he told me one morning. We were at a coffee shop and the girls had gone in pursuit of refills or scones.

I wasn't thrilled that he shared this with me, but I was curious. "How does that work. I mean, girl's panties don't really have room in them for the guy parts. Do you tuck?" I asked.

"No, dude. You flip 'em around backwards. The part that's mean to hold her ass hold's your cock and balls and the front fits between your cheeks like a thong."

"Oh. I see. I hope you keep these panties for good after you've warn 'em." He responded with a confused look and the girls came back.

We all had a good time hanging out and nobody seemed insecure or jealous of anyone else's relationship, which is to say neither Eve nor Jeremy seemed concerend that Bryna and I were getting closer and closer. She'd come over without Eve and we'd talk art, watch movies, go for walks. I can't deny that I was attracted to her. But I was also deeply enthralled with Eve. Our sex life was going great, at least from my point of view and we were having a great time. There wasn't room for an affair of any sort, much less the kind the Bryna and I would've had. We were too close for a small one to be sure.

And then things tapered off. Eve was done with school and working at a credit union. I seemed to see less and less of her, while continuing to see Bryna nearly every day. I invited her to come watch a movie with me.

"I don't think it would be over in time for me to catch the lightrail home." she answered.

"So. Just crash here. You can go home in the morning." Hell, why not? Her and Jeremy had slept at my place before. What was the big deal? The game began.

The thought of her coming over had me hot, too hot. I was not planning on being disloyal to Eve. I jerked off thinking about Bryna figuring I'd get it out of my system before she got there. I picturued her walking down the sidewalk towards me. Her full breasts in a tight t-shirt, her long hair down, falling around her shoulders. Sure, this was the perfect way not to end up rolling around with her.

She arrived and we started talking at each other a mile a minute, debating, joking, sharing our favorite artists, music, writers. We never got around to the movie. And then we went to bed. Just as it was fine for her to sleep over, it was surely fine for us to share a bed. I mean, come on, we were adults. We could handle it. We talked some more as our heads found the comfort of the pillows, and then eventually, she fell asleep. I couldn't sleep with this beautful girl who I felt more and more like I was in love with laying next to me. I was into sculpting at the time. I imagined myself remaking Bryna's face in clay as I watched her sleep.

"I need some clay. Why don't you get me some clay." I said out loud. She stood up on the bed. "Where are you going?"

"To get clay." And then she stood there, still asleep. I lowered her back down to bed and I started tracing the lines of her face with the tips of my fingers. This is how I passed the night, gently touching her beautiful face for hours. I would find out later that as I did this she was dreaming that she was flying with angels, the tips of their wings brushing against her face. I was exhausted and exhilerated when the sun rose at last. We were kissing already when Bryna woke up.

She kissed wildly. She bit my lips and sucked at them. Her lips were firm and full and I loved every second of it even though it left my lips feeling like they'd lost a fight. Her body felt right in my arms, but when we heard Sean coming down the hallway we jumped apart. We giggled and we went to breakfast with Jeremy.

It was just kissing. It wasn't like we'd had sex. The game continued.

I saw even less of Eve. I started to resent her. Why was I resisting Bryna if Eve had so little use for me. But I couldn't break it off. I had to get things back to the way they were. She took my virginity. That meant something yeah? And I did love her, even if we had increasingly less in common.

It was of course just a matter of time until Bryna missed that bus again, or did we even wait until after the last bus had run. Maybe we just tumbled into my room to make out. She stripped me of my clothes and then she trailed her long hair over my face, chest, stomach, thighs. She moved things along so slowly, perhaps because we were both unsure of how far we wanted to let this go, but it seems more likely that she was just a patient and skilled lover.

Things did of course cross that line. We went "all the way" as the expression goes. She was so thin and long while still so curvey. I felt like I was making love to a comic book character. She lay her head on my chest and I felt so conflicted. We fit together, perfectly. I had such a powerful connection with this girl, but I felt we were doomed. I believed that any relationship that started with betrayal was destined to fail. And we'd both betrayed Eve. She wasn't only my girlfriend, she was Eve's best friend.

"I love you." she whispered.

I turned and dialed the phone. "We have to call Eve."

She hopped out of bed and started dressing. I could see she was pissed. I set the phone back in it's cradle. "Where are you going."

"Don't worry about it."

"Please, stay. Let's talk."

"Fuck you." and she headed out the door. I followed, pulling on a pair of pants and a t-shirt.

"Bryna, the busses aren't running. The light rail will drop you in Rancho and then what?"

"It's not your problem."

"Bryna!" I shouted as I grabbed her shoulder. She turned and punched me hard in the chest.

"Don't touch me."

I went back to my apartment and dialed Eve's number again.

"Hello?" she was groggy.

"Um, Eve, I have to tell you something. I... I slept with Bryna." Silence.

After a long wait, I added, "I'm sorry."

"When did this happen?"

"Just now. Do you want me to come over and we can talk?"

"I don't know."

Surprisingly she didn't sound mad. I wondered if she'd been expecting it. It also occured to me that she may have wanted a way out. She had been avoiding for a while. Of course, being human, every cell in my body nowy pined for her. If she was trying to leave me I of course had to stop it from happening.

"Just a minute, there's someone on my other line." She interrupted my thoughts. It was Bryna. It had to be. Who else would be calling her so late. She came back on the line. "That's Bryna" she said, sounding exasperated. "I have to go pick her up."

I spent the night staring at my cieling. I'd screwed up. Saying 'I love you' back to Bryna would have felt wrong, but hurting her the way I had didn't seem any better. And now she was with Eve. I imagined them forming an "I Hate Keith" club.

After a night of no sleep and a long shift at Blockbuster Video I called Eve. We talked. She pointed out that she was the one who was cheated on, and yet she felt put in the position to have to do all the comforting.

"I'd like to be able to comfort you." I offered.

"Well you're not really in a place to be able to do that." It was clear that she'd not signed up for the I Hate Keith club. It was less clear what we were to each other now. I was determined to win her back. It was hard to do, as I continued to see very little of her. Bryna forgave me and we started hanging out. We had sex once more, now that I was officially free to do so. It was wonderful. She wore a white lace teddy, my first experience with such blatantly sexual lingerie, not counting the hours I'd spent fantasizing over my friend's sisters' Frederick's and Victoria Secrets catalogues as a teenager. I thought the experience was wonderful, but I continued to pursue Eve.

I came home to find a bag of clothes and tapes that I'd left at Bryna's place sitting in front of my door with a note telling me she was done knowing me. Again we made up, but I was told there would be no more sex.

Bryna then moved in to Eve's one bedroom apartment downtown. Now I would see more of Eve, since Bryna and I were still practically inseperable. Eve and I would end up in bed together from time to time but things remained ambiguous. I felt that I was being punished and that eventually the punishment would end. I'd wait it out.

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