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[NOTE: This is a repost; new parts will follow once everything has
been reposted.]
This is a continuation of "Prudence, Texas Population 1276", a
collaboration between my husband, Shalon (dstar@pele.cx), and I. The
raw material and dialog was produced by both of us, but the final
editting on the previous postings was done by him, and on this one was
done by me, thus explaining any difference in style.
Standard disclaimers apply; if you're underage, it's illegal for you
to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't read
this.
Eventually to be archived at http://prudence.pele.cx. Comments
*greatly* appreciated.
Enjoy,
Velvet
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Kristen returned, still in a silent daze, with Kayla, who shot
him a curious look.
Mark smiled, driving to his house.
Kayla said, "See that computer? It's a *nice* computer. I
think I can be fascinated by it for a few hours, at least. But home
by 11, guys."
Mark grinned, glancing at Kristen to remind her that she still
needed to talk to Kayla. He was also wondering if she _told_ Kayla.
Kristen blinked. "Um. Right. I do have real homework, too."
"I'll work on the computer till you're done then, Kristen," he
said.
"Can you help me with my math, Kayla?"
"Sure, hon. C'mon."
The girls retreated to the kitchen table. Mark busied himself
on the computer, keeping an ear cocked.
*mumble mumble*
*laugh*
*What?! Grrrr!*
*affirmative mumble*
*embarrassed silence*
*whisper whisper whisper* *sniff* *sob*
Mark listened more closely. As far as he could tell, both of
them seemed to be apologizing to each other. They were also both
crying.
Mark got up and walked to the doorway, looking puzzled. The
girls had pushed back from the table and Kayla was hugging Kristen.
They really *were* both crying.
Kayla noticed him in the doorway and shot him an angry glare
before pointedly ignoring him.
"Ah, I don't want to intrude, but is something wrong?"
Kristen froze. Kayla sighed, "Just some miscommunication. Go
'way."
Mark looked at the tears on their faces with concern, trying
to decide whether Kristen wanted him to go or stay.
Kristen sniffed. "S'okay. We're just talking."
"O-kay. I'll just be in the other room then." Mark retreated,
but kept his ear cocked.
*really _quiet_ whispering* *sniff* *sniff*
*giggle*
*silence*
*footsteps away just a bit* *giggle* *silence*
He didn't hear anything after they apparently went into the
living room. Mark wondered what was going on, but controlled his
curiosity.
*loud gasp, quickly muffled*
Mark raised an eyebrow, and _very quietly_ went to make sure
they were ok. They were on the couch together. Kissing. Hands under
each other's shirts.
He raised an eyebrow, then turned and went back in the other
room. They knew where he was if they needed him.
"Ah! Mmmmm..."
*pitter patter pitter patter*
*tap tap* on the door frame.
Mark turned his head. "Hm?
Kristen peeked around the doorway. "Mark? Can you come in
here a minute?" Just her head was showing.
Mark stood. "Sure."
Kristen darted back the to the living room.
Mark walked to the living room, finding that the girls had
folded the couch out into a bed. They were both completely topless.
Mark stared. "Bwah?"
Kristen pointed to the chair beside the couch. "Sit there."
Mark nodded, and sat. "Uh..."
Kayla blushed and pretended fascination with the weave of the
arm of the couch, but a wicked gleam was in her eyes.
"May I ask what's going on here?" Mark said. "Not that I'm not
enjoying the view, but..."
Kristen raised an eyebrow.
"What? You want me to lie?" Mark grinned.
"No, I just thought a man with two Ph.D's could recognize sex
when he saw it."
"You _know_ what I meant, love."
"You have to stay in the chair, but you can watch. That's
what we decided for now. You hurt Kayla's feelings, and I did, too.
And that's what she wants."
"Wait. How did I hurt your feelings, Kayla?"
Kayla sighed. "S'okay. You didn't mean to." She'd taken her
glasses off and, for the first time he could recall, her hair down.
There was quite a bit more of it than you would have thought, a mass
of tight curls, a rich mahogany in color. She looked like almost a
different person. And those baggy clothes hid more than he would have
thought, too. "You didn't have all the necessary information."
"Because I didn't take you seriously?"
Kayla shrugged. "You didn't know there was any reason to.
And I had *not* meant to say that out loud, anyway. But you should
have at least *thought* of the possibility that I might have been,
anyway."
Mark sighed. "Kayla, I'm sorry. It never occurred to me you
could be serious. I mean, it's surprising enough to me that _one_ of
you is interested; I'd never have dreamed that both of you would
be. Will you do something for me, so that I can make it up to you?"
"Just because *one* girl isn't insecure, doesn't mean that
most of us aren't. No way I was going to admit to such a thing. And
no way I was going to do so after the two of you got together,
especially. I wasn't going to hurt Kristen for that. But you *told*
her and made *her* think about it, so she got hurt anyway. That's why
I'm mad at you."
"Did she tell you why I told her?"
"Yep. Doesn't excuse it. *She* thought I might be serious.*
"Ask me again."
"Uh-uh."
Mark nodded. "Please. I want you to hear what my answer would
have been if I'd known you were serious. And I want Kristen to hear
it, as well."
"Hmm. I'll ask you to tell me that answer, but I won't ask a
question that isn't true right now. Good enough?"
Mark considered. "Good enough."
"Okay, what would you have answered if you'd thought I was
serious, then?"
"Kayla, I'm very flattered, and I won't deny that I'm
interested, but I'm not going to do anything that might hurt
Kristen. I don't know how she would feel about it, and I won't risk
hurting her." He paused.
"That's what I would have said last night. It's not true any
longer; I _do_ know how Kristen would feel about it. It would hurt
her, so I won't do it. It's not because you aren't attractive, or
because I don't like you, but because I've made a commitment to
Kristen, and I won't break that."
Kayla sighed again. "Yeah, that would have got you some bonus
points."
"It's the truth, Kayla." Mark said, "I'm sorry I hurt you. It
honestly never occurred to me that you could possibly be attracted to
me."
Kayla shrugged. "Everyone sees me as asexual, it's not
particularly surprising."
Mark's lips quirked. "I don't think you understand,
Kayla. It's not that I think you are asexual."
Kayla snorted. "Sure."
Mark said, quietly, "I didn't think you would be attracted to
_me_."
"Half the girls in the school have a crush on you. Some of
them have to take a towel to class to wipe up the drool. You can
notice Todd asleep under his hair in the back row but you don't notice
how many girls are making puppy dog eyes at you?"
"That's what *I* said," Kristen said.
Mark shrugged. "It's true. Ask Kristen how shocked I was when
she told me about the girls having a crush. I honestly had no
clue. Maybe it's a blind spot."
"I mean, there's not been a day this week when you couldn't
tell that Karen's bra and panties matched."
Mark had the grace to look embarrassed. "I wasn't looking at
_Karen's_ bra and panties."
"*How*? I mean, they've been right in your face all week."
Kristen asked.
"I was looking for _yours_."
"Karen's are bigger. Easier to spot," Kristen said.
Kayla snickered. "Poorer quality, though."
Mark smirked. "That's the truth. Yours are _much_ better,
love." He glanced at Kayla. "Yours aren't bad either."
Kayla looked at her breasts in a rather fond way. "Yeah, I'm
actually kinda happy with them. They draw too much attention if I
show em off, though." Her breasts were about C-cup, quite large for
someone of her age and size, especially as her body was the thin,
wiry-muscled type.
"Will you please believe me that I didn't mean to hurt you,
and that I'm _very_ flattered?" Mark looked at Kristen, wondering if
she told Kayla yet.
"I said from the beginning that you didn't *mean* to hurt me.
S'okay. Really it is."
"And do you understand why I didn't realize it might hurt
Kristen?"
"Um, no, honestly. Even if you thought it was a joke, you
couldn't be certain *she* wouldn't think it was serious."
"Because I made it clear to her that I thought it was a
joke. I really don't think Kristen is the type to get jealous without
good reason, and I didn't think there was _any_ reason."
Kayla shook her head. "Emotions aren't necessary reasonable,
and you did know she was new at this whole 'giving a shit' thing,
didn't you?"
Kristen blushed and looks away.
Mark paused. "There's also the fact that we hadn't really
discussed exactly where our relationship was. I knew that I'd like it
to be more than just lovers, but I wasn't sure where she wanted it to
be."
"I told you she was in love with you. Didn't you believe me?"
Mark nodded. "But that doesn't necessarily mean she wanted our
relationship to be more than lovers yet. It made it likely, yes. But
she might have been afraid to make it more, or wanted to keep it
low-key for some other reason. I'm trying very hard here not to make
assumptions, thought I'm obviously not succeeding very well."
"I dunno...the default condition implied by 'she loves me' is
'she would be hurt if she thought her friend had tried to get me to
sleep with her'. It was just a mistake, though. You've been
forgiven. S'okay."
Mark looked slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I suppose that _is_
the default condition here. It wasn't with the friends I had in
college. Which probably affected my approach." He looked at
Kristen. "How much of our conversation did you go into?"
Kristen said, quietly, "Not everything."
"You can bet it's the default condition for 14 year old
country girls, okay?"
Mark nodded. "Well, I'm sorry I hurt you, and I'm sorry I hurt
her. I'm hoping that I've made it up to her, but that's for her to
decide."
"You didn't mean to, Mark. And the fact that you're still
here...you didn't run away is worth just about anything to me,"
Kristen said.
Mark held out his arms. "Come here a sec?"
Kristen glanced at Kayla, then crawled across the couch to
him.
Mark hugged her tightly to him. "I really am sorry I hurt you,
love," he whispered in her ear. "Two questions for you: First, did you
just not get around to telling her, or do you not want her to know?
Second, what's the purpose of having me watch? Is it supposed to be
punishment, or what?"
Kristen whispered back, "I didn't know if you'd want me to
tell anyone, Mark. I wouldn't unless you told me I could. And...it
was punishment, a bit, I think, but also, well...forgiveness too.
Sort of like...like a promise, y'know?"
"Anyone but her, no, but she already knows enough...either
it's safe to tell her, or we're screwed anyway. And...a promise?"
Kristen nuzzled up against his neck and he can actually *feel*
the heat of her blush.
"Hmmm?" he asked.
Kristen shrugged slightly.
Mark whispered. "C'mon...tell me..."
"Mark..you know what I meant."
She could feel his lips curve in a smile against her
throat. He nibbled a bit. "Tell me...please."
Kristen whispered, almost too low to hear, "A promise
for...later. Or, at least, a promise to try."
"All three of us?"
Kristen nodded mutely.
Mark kissed her neck. "Thank you for the thought, my love, but
you do _not_ have to do that for me. You are enough for me; I don't
need anything more. Yes, it would be fun, but I don't need it, and I
won't be disappointed if it never happens, ok?"
Kristen kissed his ear. "I know," she murmured. "That's why
it actually might."
Mark pulled back slightly, and kissed her on the lips, briefly
but thoroughly. "You want to tell her?" he asked softly.
"I don't know how! It's not something I ever thought about
doing before."
Mark smiled. "Just tell her."
Kristen shivered, and crawled out of his arms, slithering back
to where Kayla's waiting and snuggling up to her, whispering in her
ear.
Kayla didn't look very surprised, just asking quietly, "What
did you say?"
"I said yes."
*Now* Kayla looked surprised. "You did? Wow. She did?" She
looked at him inquisitively.
Mark nodded. "She did."
"Amazing. That soon, huh? I thought it would take longer."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "How long did you think it would
take?"
"A couple of months at least. Maybe longer."
Mark just grinned. "So I'm just supposed to watch, here?"
"Yep. Just watch. No touching; not us or yourself."
He winced. "Ouch. That's cruel."
Kayla grinned. "Yep. That's kinda the point."
Mark made big puppy-dog eyes.
"Idiocy is punished. Obedience is rewarded."
Mark frowned. "I _don't_ think I'd categorize my mistake under
idiocy."
"Welllll....maybe not quite that bad. But then, according to
most men, watching two girls make out isn't *exactly* punishment,
either."
Mark sighed. "Not if they can touch themselves, no." He
hesitated.
"Look. Kristen, I love you. I hope you know that. You don't
_have_ to punish me to get what you want. Kayla, you are one of my two
closest friends, here. You don't have to punish me, either. Frankly,
there's not much I wouldn't be willing to do for you, as long as it
didn't hurt Kristen, or stop me from fulfilling my commitments. I may
not be in love with you, but I _do_ care for you very much. If the two
of you still feel I need to be punished, I'd rather sit down and work
it out like adults." He sighs again.
"I'm not saying I wouldn't love to watch you make out -- but
only if you want to be watched. I don't think sex is something you
should use to control someone, even indirectly."
"Kristen doesn't think you need punishing. But she does want
a safer way to explore her feelings on the matter than jumping into an
orgy. I'm still pissed at you for making her cry, logical or not. At
myself, too, for causing it."
"Then let's work that out in some other fashion. Kayla, do you
_really_ want to look back on your first time with Kristen, and
remember that part of the reason you did it was because you were mad?"
Kayla raised an eyebrow. "If you really think that the reason
I want to sleep with Kristen is because I'm mad at you, then you
really *are* unobservant."
"I said _part_. You don't _look_ blind." Mark shook his
head. "No, no, it'd be even worse for you if you were, considering how
blind people find out what people look like."
"Not even part. I wanted to sleep with her before I even met
you. It's just the 'you watch once without touching' bit that's
because I'm mad at you. I'd be happy to sleep with her without you
being involved at all, too. Though it's also a turn-on, weird as that
sounds."
Mark grinned. "Like the thought of being watched, do you?"
Kristen blushed bright red. Kayla snickered. "Maybe. Or
maybe I just like the thought of men suffering. You never know."
"Kayla, this is mean," Kristen said.
Kayla sighed. "Kris, honey, I'd call it foreplay, but I want
to give you the option of changing your mind about everything."
Kristen didn't seem to know what to say to that. Finally, she
settled on "Yeah, but...I didn't think it would *really* hurt him.
Y'know? I thought he'd think it was...well...fun?" She looked at Mark
apologetically.
"Watching you _would_ be fun. Even watching you and not
touching. It's using it for punishment that's _not_ fun, you see?"
Kayla sighs again. "Okay. Yeah, I guess I do see. Look,
then..." She stops to think. "Watch because we want you to. Because
she thinks you'd enjoy it. But don't touch, because that might be too
much...let her deal with neutral, see how you handle *seeing* her with
someone else as opposed to merely knowing, in the abstract, that it's
happening. Be here because the woman you love wants you here. Don't
do anything else, yet, though, because this is hard, and not the
safest thing in the world."
Kristen nodded, more satisfied with that.
Mark looked at Kayla for a moment, then leaned over the bed,
stretching so that he could whisper in Kristen's ear. "That's an
_incredibly_ good answer, love. Would you kiss her for me, and show
her just how impressed I was by it?" He sat back up.
Kristen smiled tentatively, and he smiled back at her, trying
to show her that he _was_ comfortable with this under those terms. She
turned back to Kayla, wrapping her arms around her and tilting her
face up for a kiss.
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