Oli And Rebecca – Book 2 Part 2

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Part 5:  Things Get A Little More ComplicatedWe reconvened in the drawing room.  The atmosphere was extremely heavy; no one spoke.  I guess that no one wanted to be the one that started a mass brawl.  Carter arrived pushing the cutest-looking little trolley before him.  A coffee machine, mugs, creamer, sugar, and some cookies were placed on it.  He found a power outlet and set the coffee brewing.  Carter then sat next to my mother, which came as no surprise to me.“O.K,” I started, to bring everyone’s attention to me, trying to be a calming and rational influence while emotions were still running so high. “Firstly, Mother,”  I turned to face my mother.  I couldn’t read her mood, although I guessed that she was fuming underneath her inscrutable face. “Mom, this isn’t Dad, this is Hamish, his twin brother.”  Mom moved to speak, but I stopped her with a raised hand, a trick I’d picked up from Hamish during our first meeting. “Before you continue, I must tell you something that you may find hard to hear,”  I steeled myself for what I was about to say.  “The reason that we didn’t hear anything from dad after he left us was that he was unfortunately killed about a year after you split up.  It was a home invasion that went wrong.  His entire family was slaughtered.”I watched my mother.  She didn’t move, didn’t speak but I saw the tears start to fall from her eyes unashamedly.  I wanted to hold her close, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but I had other duties to attend to.  Thankfully, Carter, being as sharp as ever had read my face, and placed a comforting arm around my mother’s shoulders. “We can talk about this more tomorrow, mom.  I know you’ll have questions.”“Hamish,”  I had turned to face Becky’s father.  His face was still like thunder cloud and his eyes were smouldering like coals under hooded eyes. “My sincere apologies for making you assume that I had hurt Becky in some way.  While it is true, we were disagreeing, I assure you that I would never knowingly cause Becky harm, in any way.”  I paused, watching his face soften a little.  That’s progress I thought, relieved. “All I will say is that Becky has confided in me something which conflicted with my sense of morals.  If she decides to confide in you also, that is Becky’s business.  I will not interfere with that,”  I took another deep breath.  “Again, my sincere apologies for any misunderstanding I have inadvertently caused, and I harbour no ill feelings for you defending your daughter, just as I would defend her.”Carter rose, noticing that the coffee had brewed and moved to pour the drinks for us all.“Becky,”  I looked at her.  The poor thing hadn’t looked up from the floor since we’d all taken our seats in the drawing room. “All I am going to say in this gathering is that I both understand what you have said to me, and I apologise for jumping to conclusions before you had finished speaking.  I am truly sorry.”  I paused.  The mood in the room seemed to be a lot lighter now that calm explanations had been issued, and apologies offered. “If you want to talk about this more with me, I will listen to you, this time without jumping to conclusions or presuming to know your motivations.”Becky lifted her head so her gaze could meet mine.  My eyes were full of hope that she’d accepted my apology.  I wasn’t to be disappointed.  Her beautiful green eyes, while still brimming with tears, had regained their customary sparkle.  She even managed to smile at me crookedly before nodding her head up and down in agreement.I retrieved my coffee and took a long draught from the mug.  I usually drink it black, but with sugar.  I decided that I needed a kick at this moment and forewent the sweetening of the drink.  The bitterness was exactly what I needed at that moment.  It tasted wonderful.“Hamish, thank you for letting me explain and allowing me to apologise to all that needed it.  I’m going to my room now.  Please, would you all excuse me?  I need to be alone for a while.” I left the drawing room with no thoughts other than the recent events.  I was tired and I needed to sleep.  I needed an undisturbed night, so instead of turning left at the top of the stairs and heading to ‘our’ room; I turned right and went to what was ‘my’ room.—I showered and then tried to watch T.V.  I found I was aimlessly channel surfing, with nothing grabbing my attention for more than a few seconds.  Understandably, I was a little preoccupied with the evening’s events.  I kept mulling them over in my mind.  I kept stalling on the statement that had kicked this all off… ‘Oli!  I SAID NO!’  The pain in Becky’s voice was undeniable. I shut the TV off and lay on the bed, just my sweatpants on.  With the room now in almost total darkness thanks to the floor-length blackout curtains, the only light source was the little red stand-by LED on the TV recessed into the wall and very quiet, due to the additional soundproofing that Hamish told me he’d had installed, I was asleep in moments.  I just wish I could say it had been a restful sleep.I was haunted by various dreams, no, nightmares.  They were just horrid fantasies.  Some were of heartbreak in various forms, all of which, perhaps unsurprisingly were of Becky and Sophie being busted in most of the places where I had made love to Becky. Others were of Becky saying that she DID want to go through with their pact, and I would just have to live with it or get out.  All of them ended in me being single and back in the halls of residence.The other dreams I was experiencing were even more unsettling to me.  They started in a similar vein, with Becky and Sophie being caught in a tryst of torrid lesbian fucking.  In these dreams, I didn’t get mad.  I got revenge.  I am not a vengeful person by any measure.  So was quite shocked at myself, well, more accurately, my subconscious, I guess? I would post the various pictures that Becky had used to seduce me all over my social media, with various hashtags consequently, ruining her good reputation at Yale. Disturbing, certainly!  But that wasn’t the pièce de résistance. No.  The crowing horror of this nightmare was me packing all my stuff into my suitcase in a big show of leaving, everyone was there. Hamish and Simone, Carter, my mother (now Mrs Carter, for some reason…), Becky and Sophie, all stood on the landing outside their respective doors.  I stormed off towards the stairs, but instead of turning right and descending to the front door and my future freedom, I made a beeline for Simone and Hamish and took Simone up in a passionate embrace – never taking my eyes off Becky and taking great delight in seeing her break down sobbing in Sophie’s arms.  Fucked up, right?I have no idea what time it was when Dikmen Escort I woke.  I was still above the covers and found I was slick with a thin film of sweat.  I rolled over so I could head to the bathroom and grab a shower, but instead found myself rolling on top of a person-shaped obstacle in the bed.  I was stunned.  How had I not noticed someone climb into bed with me?  Then I recalled all the nights I’d fallen asleep waiting for Becky to return from her favourite night-time jog, blissfully unaware that she was there until she traced the muscles on my chest with a fingernail to wake me.“Shhhhhhhh,” was all the lump in my bed said, and I felt a pair of arms start to snake around my back.“Becky, is that you?” I asked.  “I meant it when I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.  I’ve got a lot of thinking…”I was cut off at the end of my sentence by soft lips touching mine and a warm, soft tongue probing my mouth tenderly.  Initially, I resisted, but the sensation was so delicious, and so damned sensual that I couldn’t help myself but return such a beautiful kiss.  Primal instincts took over and my member started to come to life by itself at the delicate touch of female lips to mine. My senses came back to me in startlingly sharp focus.  SIMONE!?  It had to be.  Becky would have respected my desire to be left alone.  Simone on the other hand would be relishing another crack at me for her body count, consequences be damned.Horrified, I broke the embrace and rolled off the unidentified body in the bed.  As I rolled over, I inadvertently brushed over a naked breast, I know this because I caught the erect nipple with my hand.  My fear was rising that Simone was in the same bed as me and was naked to boot.  All I needed was for Becky to walk in and ask Alexa to turn the light on and that would be me done, forever, no matter the actual circumstances.   Appearances are everything.My mind was still fogged by visions of nightmares and sleep generally and was playing catch-up when I realised that the breast, I’d just brushed over accidentally wasn’t Becky’s.  It wasn’t large enough.  I had a sinking feeling in my heart and the pit of my stomach did its level best to fall through the floor.  Simone!  It had to be.  I was resigned to the fact that Becky and I were now, one hundred per cent, officially over.  The shouting would come later, but it wouldn’t last long.I was so very disappointed in myself for leaving myself exposed to this sort of outcome.  I should have seen this coming a mile away, I chastised myself.  I propped myself up on one arm and dejectedly asked Alexa to turn on the lights.My eyes adjusted to the bright light.  “Who the FUCK are you?” were the first words out of my mouth.  Laying before me, completely naked was an unfamiliar blond woman, about my age.“Hiiiii.  Good afternoon, you must be Oli?”  The stranger in my bed rolled onto her side so she could offer a hand in greeting.  All I did was nod, dumbly. “It’s so nice to meet you Oli,” she said, enthusiastically pumping my hand up and down.  “Becks has told me so much about you, but she didn’t mention you were this much of a hottie though, or that you’re so, damned, ripped.” her eyes traced a line down my chest to my abdomen.  Secretly, I was pleased the definition in my abs was coming out. I’d been working on getting in better shape.“Again, who the fuck are you?”  I asked – patience now officially worn through.“Oh, RIGHT!  So, so sorry,”  The figure pointed a finger at her temple while saying at the same time “Dumb blonde.”One thing I can’t stand is self-deprecation.  The rising storm cloud that was on my face made her realise I wasn’t in the mood for being frivolous, and she settled.“I’m sorry.  Hi.  I’m Sophie.  Good afternoon, Oliver,” said the no-longer mystery woman in my bed, with a huge smile.—“Wait.  You said afternoon twice.  What time is it?”  I was about to ask Alexa the time when I heard Becky telling me that it was a little after noon.I shot off the bed, putting as much distance between the (admittedly smoking hot) blonde in my bed and me, as I could humanly manage.  I whipped my head around to find the source of the familiar voice.  There she was, sitting on the pull-out stool that nested under the vanity on my blindside. I had to do a double-take.  Becky was dressed in the same lingerie that she’d worn the first time we’d made love.  Flowing auburn locks held up in a neat bun, secured with her signature chopsticks.  Sexy black basque, lacy black panties that were so skinny, it may as well have been just a strip of ribbon and to top it off, my beloved black fishnet stockings held up with garters attached to the bottom of the basque. “Becky. I. Erm, THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”  I protested. “You know how I feel about this kind of thing with fidelity and my dad and all.  I would never, wait.  What the hell are you wearing?”As usual, putting two and two together, and getting five.  I didn’t want to wait for the answer.  I was incandescent with fury.  I had forgiven Becky last night but asked for time to process the evening’s events and she repays me with this… bullshit?  Oh, hell no.I retrieved my hoodie from the floor where I dropped it before showering last night then flung the drapes open.  The metal curtain hoops scraped against the wrought iron curtain track, making a terrible grinding noise.  I winced at the high pitch squeal of differing metals scraping against each other.“That’s it, I’m done with this, and with you, Becky.”  I waved an accusatory finger in Becky’s direction and headed for the door.“Woah… slow your roll there Oliver,”  Becky commanded.  Like with my mother, I knew when I was in trouble if I got my full name in a conversation.  I stopped in front of the bedroom door, my shoulders heaving as I was breathing so hard.  I glowered at Becky, then at Sophie, and back to Becky.I was going to stand my ground on this one.  Usually, I would do everything to avoid conflict that I could.  This was different.  This was a betrayal of the most heinous nature, to my morals. “What Becky?”  I asked angrily. “What can you possibly say to me that could rationally explain, this?”  something in the loving look on her face made me decide that I should stick around for the explanation.  I couldn’t say what it was then, and to this day, I still can’t.“I’ve been awake all night thinking about, well, everything, Oli,”  Becky started to explain. “I’m like you in one very important respect.  I like to keep to my promises, wherever it is possible to do so,”  Her voice was level and had a marvellously soothing quality to it. “You promised yourself that you would never knowingly cheat on anyone or have a relationship Dikmen Escort Bayan with another that was already spoken for.”  I felt my breathing start to slow somewhat, listening intently to what she had to say.  I was still pissed off, of that there was no doubt, but I wasn’t going to be that guy that acted on anything other than all the facts (usually after I’d eventually calmed down).  Plus… she was making sense, damnit!“I had a text from Sophie at about one A.M. telling me that she’d caught an earlier train, was in New Haven and would grab a B&B somewhere until today.  Of course, as I was still awake, I said that I would come to get her from the station and bring her here.” I could feel my face starting to turn red again.  Becky could see my ire rising and continued quickly.“I picked her up and promptly broke down in tears.  After explaining everything that had happened last night, we concluded that it would be wrong to exclude you any further from, this.”  Becky gestured between Sophie and herself. “We’ve been awake all night, thinking of how best to do this, but nothing we thought of seemed likely to work.  We thought of a romantic French-themed dinner at the ‘Union League Café’ and decided that it would be too crowded if we created a scene if things went sideways.  The same is true of pretty much every option we thought of.”  Becky took a breath, and I was surprised when the next person to speak was Sophie.“As Becks said, nothing we thought of seemed like it was going to work until she came up with this idea.”  Sophie gestured to the room and its occupants.  I suddenly became aware of her still very naked body, and her seemingly extraordinary ability to be comfortable being nude in front of a total stranger, who, on top of everything else, was her best friend’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. “Becks has told me about your strong moral convictions and your iron… will.”  She giggled a little, the innuendo hadn’t been lost on me, as Sophie’s eyes fluttered down to my crotch.  To my surprise, my cock twitched a little.  ‘You’re a traitor’ I thought at my little friend. I found that I was now calm and breathing normally.  “So, we thought we’d give you a little surprise and initiate you into our private little sorority, as an honorary member, of course!”“Okay.  I’m listening,”  I was now more intrigued than angry and found myself curious about where this was going to go.“So, Oliver.  This is simple,” said Sophie as she hopped up onto her knees and shuffled to the end of the bed, her body facing Becky, but her head turned towards me. “You, Oli are a rare specimen, with true morals and a sense of chivalry when it comes to protecting your loved ones.  Quite honestly, it’s adorable and it’s so fucking hot,” she turned back to Becky.“However, Becks has an equally strong sense of loyalty to her friends and any promises she makes to those friends, having never willingly broken a promise as far as I’m aware,”  I looked at Becky, as her head was shaking.“So, what to do?” Sophie continued.  “Irresistible force meets immovable object time, right?  Well, not necessarily.  Consider an alternative option.  What if it wasn’t cheating?  What if it was consensual Oli, what about then?” Sophie looked back at me, holding my gaze without blinking.  Waiting patiently for an answer.  I realised that the ‘dumb blonde’ was anything but.  She was as intelligent and as well-reasoned as she was stunningly attractive. Becky stood and walked towards me.  I couldn’t help but once more be captivated by her unspoiled beauty and raw sensuality.  Damn, she looked amazing in that getup.  Admittedly, out of all the outfits and costumes we experimented with, her current ensemble was my favourite. As Becky approached me, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her magnificent tits heaving in her bustier.  The sight was hypnotic.  Becky stood on tiptoe to kind of equal my height and gently pushed her lips to mine.  Just like our first kiss.  It was very delicate and almost chaste.  Just a hint of what could be.After a moment, Becky broke off the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, deep into my soul.“Oli, I’m so very sorry for the way that I’ve handled everything so far.  I do love you, far more deeply than I ever thought I could love someone.  That will never change unless you wish it so.”  She paused.  Considering her next words extremely carefully.My mouth was suddenly extremely dry.  How on Earth could I be angry at her?  She was gorgeous!“I also want, no, want is the wrong word.  I NEED to keep my promise to Sophie.  But clearly, that can’t happen due to your issue with fidelity.  So I am saying this now, strictly for you, Sophie, and myself.” Where the hell was this going?  I wondered, suddenly terrified that I was being dumped.“Oliver Johnson.  Sophie and I would very much like it if you would join us to make a ménage à trois, or a throuple.  I hereby give you my consent in perpetuity, for any extra-relationship encounters with Sophie, either together or separately, if they are pre-approved and agreeable to ALL.”  I was dumbfounded.“The only proviso is, that you will extend me the same courtesy.  This agreement will strictly be between us.  A closed triad, meaning that we will all be exclusive with each other.  No one outside of the three of us would be intimate with any of the others,” her words hung heavily in the air. Sophie added to the explanation as if sensing that I was way out of my depth in this new landscape.“It’s not polyamory either.  That is where a throuple or even a quad is in relationships in their group, but also seek gratification from outside the family unit.”Was I still dreaming?  Was my subconscious playing a deliciously crafted prank on my poor, battered psyche and was just about to pop the bubble with a thumb tack?“Whaddya say, hotshot,” asked Sophie, playfully, almost expectantly.  “You want a crack at this?” When I turned to look at Sophie, she was playfully pulling on her nipples and eyeing my boxers hungrily.  My cock was going to take no for an answer no longer, and I felt it beginning to stir in my sweat under her gaze.  Sophie licked her lips unconsciously at the sight.I looked back to Becky.  I searched her green eyes for subterfuge but found none.  It had been ages since my paranoid fantasies about being punked by the student body had crippled me with girls emotionally, and if I’m honest, the thought did flash through my mind.The other thought that raced through my mind was my id screaming at me ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MORON?  Two beautiful bi-sexual women in your room ASKING you to join them, and your dick is limp?  You’re a fucking embarrassment!’“I don’t see that I’m Escort Dikmen going to change my mind, Becky.  No offence Sophie, you are stunning, please don’t think it’s that I’m not attracted by you, I am!  But the whole threesome thing is just one step away from full-on cheating.” Becky was the one to make a positive argument to my negative.  The perfect yin to my yang.“Instead of thinking about this as a negative, look at the positives of being in a throuple with both of us!  Think of all the fun we could have together!”  Becky’s impassioned pleas did make some sense to me, but that little angel on my shoulder was winning the battle against his devil counterpart on the other.I think Becky was missing the point I was trying to make.  This wasn’t just about sex for me, this was about love and commitment.  To our relationship and one another.  Up until last night, my most frequently recurring dream had been growing old with Becky somewhere.  That dream was now a seemingly distant memory.I mulled my options carefully.  Could I seriously see myself in a relationship with two women simultaneously without shattering my sense of morals?  I didn’t think I could.  But then there was Becky and her happiness to consider.  I desperately wanted to please her, in every aspect of our life together.  She stood before me in an outfit that she knew was my favourite and guaranteed to have me eating out of her palm. Again, more psychobabble nonsense – the power of suggestion, I thought, looking over Becky’s amazing figure once more.  Outright permitting me to fuck her best friend, at the same time as her.  I tried to look at this from Becky’s perspective but kept coming back to the same damned argument.  Cheating by proxy is still cheating.  I needed counsel from someone I trusted more than anyone else.  I needed my mom.“Can I have a while to think about this, Becky?  This is a big step, and I must be certain it’s the right move for everyone,”  The look of disappointment on Becky’s face was heartbreaking. “Just promise me one thing Becky?” I asked, somberly.“Anything baby.  I so want this to work between all of us,”  I could tell that her answer was sincere.“Don’t do anything together, until I’ve given you my decision, please?”  I stared into Becky’s green eyes.  She fixed me with a gaze that assured me she was going to do as I asked.“Ok, Oli.  Anything at all.  I love you so much,”  She gave me a short, but fiercely strong hug and went to retrieve her clothing from the vanity.  I noticed that Sophie’s clothes were also there, neatly folded up next to Becky’s.I made my exit and commenced my search for my mother.  I started by knocking on the door to her room on the opposite side of the hallway.  There was no reply.  I guessed that she may be in the kitchen, trying to reel in Carter.I was lost in thought and moving on autopilot as I navigated the staircase.  I was oblivious to the fact that tears were streaming down my face.  I continued into the kitchen and sat down heavily at the table.  Mom and Carter were nowhere to be seen.  I didn’t fancy hunting the house for them, so I sent mom a quick text, asking her to call me when she could.  I then called for an Uber and made my way into town.—My usual distractions were doing nothing to calm my tailspin.  I went to my favourite coffee shop and ordered a grande americano with a shot of amaretto, took a seat in the window and watched the world pass me by.  All the while, my ego and my id were battling each other fiercely.  I decided that I needed to do my due diligence and learn more about throuples.  I didn’t want to go into anything half-cocked if you’ll pardon the pun. Of course, I’d heard the term, and seen many videos on the subject.  It was only now that I fully understood why Becky was so into watching porn with me.  For me, porn used to be an outlet for certain, needs.  Just a tool.  More recently, watching it with Becky, became a source of inspiration for many of the various naughty fantasies that we both held and then thoroughly enjoyed acting out with one another.So, when Becky confessed to me early on in our time together that she too, both not only enjoyed watching porn but frequently masturbated to it with an array of vibrators that she owned, I was a little shocked.  Horny as fuck, but surprised, nonetheless.   Now though, I knew it wasn’t just the men she was fantasizing about. It was especially hot if there was a threesome featured, with two women and a ‘hung stud’ as she called them.  Naturally, this gave me some cause for alarm.  Was Becky unhappy with the size of my cock?  She’d never voiced any problems with it, and it always felt like it was filling her pussy up nicely.I returned to the matter foremost in my mind.  Throuples.  I called up the term on google and was assaulted by a veritable cornucopia of meanings, and definitions when my eye was drawn to an article entitled ’10 FAQs about being in a throuple’ I clicked the link and started reading avidly.I was so engrossed in the read that I hadn’t noticed that my mom and Carter had come into the same coffee shop and seen me sitting in the window, engrossed in my phone’s screen.“Oli?”  Nothing… I was so far down the rabbit hole that when mom reached out to touch my shoulder, I damned near jumped over the table.“Jesus, mom!  I’m sorry – I was somewhere else, researching something,”  I trailed off, not finishing the sentence.Mom plonked herself down opposite me and asked Carter to fetch coffees for them both before asking if I would stay to join them.“Do y’all want another?”  she asked, questioningly.   Looking over at my now cold and half-empty mug, I don’t remember drinking any of it.  ‘How long had I been here?’ I wondered to myself.“Yeah, sure mom, thanks,”  I nodded towards Carter, who knew my order by heart, then I looked at my mother, knowing that I could tell her anything and she’d listen impartially.  Nothing phased her or gave her the ick.  So, why was I having a hard time bringing myself to be open about my problem?  It wasn’t being in a public space.  The noise of conversation in the space was blending into white noise, no one could hear anyone else’s conversation without paying close attention, so fear of being overheard wasn’t the issue. Deep down, I knew it was because I was dealing with some strong feelings about infidelity and abandonment.  Two things that I had, until the other night, not talked about with my mom.  She reached out a hand and placed it over mine, reassuring me. “Now y’all know you can tell me anythin’ darlin’.  You’ll not upset me.  I can see you’re all cattywampus about somethin’ eatin’ at ya.”I realised that I’d not told them where I was. “How’d you find me?”  I asked, trying to avoid the real issue.“Silly!  Y’all checked in on Facebook.”  Mom giggled.  I loved that sound, it made me indescribably happy to hear it, especially if I was struggling with something.Carter returned with drinks and some cookies.  Setting them down.

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