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    Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Straight Sex, Romance, Teen, Violence, Author: Michael.F, Source: sexstories.com

    I flung myself out of bed, the tight horror in my chest the only thing keeping me from yelling in shock. I had been kissing Tara…I had been groping Tara… “Jack, what are you…” Amanda couldn’t even finish the sentence. Her eyes were bulging with shock. Shit, why did it have to be Amanda who caught us? “Amanda,” I said, hoping my voice was steady, “Please leave.” “You were kissing her!” “Amanda, keep your mouth shut. Don’t tell anyone.” “You were fucking squeezing her tit!” I turned to her, trying to look as furious as I could. “Amanda, get your ass out of here. Now!” “But—” I took a threatening step towards her and she fled. Would she tell anyone? Probably not. At least for right now. But it couldn’t last. Once the shock wore off, I knew she’d try to use this. She didn’t need ammo. I’d given her the fucking gun. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did it have to be Amanda who caught us?! FUCK! I slammed my hands against the side of my head, digging my nails into my temple. What had I done? How…how could I have done this? I turned back to Tara and realized, with a horrible shock that felt like a punch right to my nuts, that what she was wearing wasn’t exactly going to help my case. She was wearing a very, very tight tank-top that stopped halfway up her ribs and a thin pair of panties. Standard sleepwear, probably, but when I was kissing and groping… It was like a balloon was being inflated at the front of my chest, squeezing my heart and stomach back until it was unbearable. I ... wanted to puke, to shout, to do anything but think about what just happened. “Jack…” Tara said, tears streaming down her face, “I’m sorry.” “Tara, stop,” I said, holding up my hand, “Just…don’t talk. I need to…” What? Think? About what? Everything was plain as could be. I fucked up bad. She hugged her knees to her breasts and buried her face in them. “I’m sorry,” I could hear her whispering, “I’m so sorry.” I couldn’t think. My brain was spinning out of control, all attempts at reason blocked by a gigantic mental sign that roared YOU CHEATED ON KAYLA! It flashed and screamed and everywhere I looked, there it was. Kayla…I loved her more than anything in the world. And here I was, with the taste of my cousin’s lips still on mine. Oh, God, why?! Why couldn’t I have just taken a second to see who was in my bed?! In my bed… “What are you doing in my bed?” I demanded. She looked up with shock. “You let me sleep here,” she replied, a little defensively, “Last night…remember?” I did…sort of. It was like remembering a dream. I paced back and forth, beating my hands together, trying to drown out the hammering of my heart and the nauseating feeling in my gut. “Why didn’t you stop me?!” I shouted. I felt bad; this wasn’t her fault. But my emotions weren’t exactly tethered at the moment. I expected her to shout back, show me some of the flame of Tara that only a few unfortunate people ever witnessed before being cowed into silence. Instead, she buried her face into her hands and sobbed. ...
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