Warm Winters: A Bisexual Story

The Party II

Mason slipped my dick into his mouth. I had never felt anything like that before. He moved his soft lips up and down, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I put my hand in his sandy hair again, guiding his head through the motion. I closed my eyes, feeling nothing but his touch.

After a few minutes passed, I felt him stop. My eyes opened to see Grace placed a condom in my hand, Mason watched as she did this. I looked at it for a second, then I tried to unwrap it. It was a difficult task, requiring dexterity that I didn't have at the moment. I finally managed to get it out of the silver wrapper. Grace then took it from my hands and slowly rolled it on, looking me in the eyes. Again, she threw one of her legs over me.

I placed my hands on her hips as I had before. Her lips met mine, she softened her kiss as if she had learned from Mason.

She reached her hand under her, grabbing my dick firmly and guiding it into her. She took her lips off of mine and threw her head back. My heart pounded in my chest and I closed my eyes. I was surprised Grace couldn't hear it pounding in my chest.

She started moving up and down, my hands on her hips helped her execute the motion.  The pressure inside of me built up with every falling of her hips. My breath grew shaky and fast as blood rushed to my cheeks. The feeling grew more intense every second. Grace sped up the movement of her hips, until I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my head back and finished.

She got off of me and sat beside me, panting. I pulled off the condom and must have thrown it on the floor. I don't remember exactly how it happened.

I pulled up my jeans and felt the soft texture against my bare legs. I looked around and found that my t-shirt strewn across the floor, laying next to my phone. I don't remember how my phone got there at all. I picked it up, fumbling to put it in my back pocket, then I quickly slipped on my shirt.

Mason and Emma were still making out.

I brushed my hand through my hair, slightly panicking as I recollected the night's event.

What the fuck did I just do?

I stood up clumsily and struggled to walk up the stairs of the basement. I needed some air. I found myself in Mason's living room. I looked around at the dark room, illuimiated by one floor lamp near the big coffee table.

Where did I put my jacket?

I spotted it on the couch, and put it on hastily.

I found it hard to breathe. I really needed some fresh air. I stumbled over to the front door and threw it open. The cold winter air hit me like a wave. It was exactly what I needed. It calmed the thoughts of panic swimming in my brain.

I slumped down on to the porch, looking out at the calm town surrounding me. All the lights were out, save the ghostly white light projected by the street lamps. I watched as my breath drifted upward in the shrill air to the night sky. The stars were beautiful that night, distracting me from the confusion spinning in my head.

My phone buzzed, drawing me out of my tranquil state. I looked down at my home screen to see at least fifteen, "____ replied to your story" notifications from Instagram.

Shit.

My eyes widened and I unlocked my phone with haste. Sure enough, I posted a picture to my story. I quickly opened it, hoping it was nothing embarrassing. But then again, it must have been something intriguing to prompt so many replies.

It was a picture of all of us and from the looks of it, Emma had taken it. It depicted Emma kissing my right cheek, leaving a mark from her red lipstick. There was a lit cigarette in my mouth, the smoke billowing into a halo around our heads. Grace was sitting behind us sticking out her tongue at the camera, her hand ruffling my hair. On the other side sat Mason, his arm around me. His lips covered in the smudged evidence of Emma's kiss, with a drunken grin on his face.

I rubbed my face, and sure enough, there was the faint residue of bright cherry red.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Now everyone thinks we're together and have been lying about it for years.

At least don't not know about Mason and I. That would be a whole different story...

I clicked off my story and went to my DMs. My friend Carter responded:

Carter: Aye you should've invited me. Looked like a crazy party.

Panicking, I didn't respond and locked my phone. Suddenly the atmosphere surrounding me didn't seem so calm.

I patted the pocket of my coat to check for my keys. Where did they go? I needed to leave, I just wanted to go home and forget what happened. I nervously ran my hand through my hair, wishing I was somewhere else, anywhere else.

I couldn't just leave my car at Mason's because I'd have to come back and get it later which would ensure a very awkward encounter. I decided I would have to go back inside to retrieve the keys. I convinced myself it would be ok, you'll just go back inside quietly. They are still in the basement, it'll be fine.

I took a deep breath and walked inside. I rushed to the couch rummaging around the cushions in hopes that my keys had simply fallen between the cracks.

No luck.

The house was quiet, very quiet. This reassured me, everyone was probably asleep by now. I climbed down to my knees clumsily, and squinted into the dark under the couch. I spotted a glint of silver out of the corner of my eye. Yes! I quickly grabbed my keys and stood up, still facing the couch.

I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I whipped my head around to find Mason stumbling into the living room.