No, he thought. He wasn’t only a sick bastard but a selfish one as well. He was willing to sacrifice her friendship for his own release in her sweet... body. But the thing was, he was almost certain that Brie felt the same way about him. And what he felt about her went beyond affection, beyond skinned knees and most definitely beyond adolescent dreams. He loved her, a deep longing sort of void that clawed out most of his heart. And he knew that she was the only substance that could fill that. "I really wanna make out, im so horny right now." I responded "I dont know, i just feel kinds weird about all this." But he leaned up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. The weed and his hand on my now throbbing cock had gotten the best of me. I pulled him close and we started making out for a while. After a few minutes i pulled back and said we shouldnt kiss anymore cause i was too horny. He asked if i was going to cum, i said maybe but i dont think getting jerked off like this will do it.. So the place I found in the phone book, Alabama Adult Books, was naturally in a questionable part of town. It’s on 3rd Avenue where the hookers stroll. Oh Boy!!! It was daylight when we went, but the young girls were there on the corner and had a cow over Spenser (strapping young lad.) He was not leaving our side, plus he looked like Mac Daddy with Louise and I on either arm. The place was large and darkish. There was one bored looking skinny guy behind the counter who barely glanced up at us. Me:" Babe would you ever fuck another guy like in a threesome if i was alright with it?"Charly:" Huh are you being serious?" Me:" Yeah i mean i think it'd be kinda hot to watch you get fucked if i'm honest"Charly:" Really? don't you think it'd be weird?"Me:" Not at all i mean it's just sex i think it would be fun"Charly:" Fuck it why not who would we do it with tho?"Me:" No idea we'll have to figure that out"Charly:"Ok"I try and think through all the people that we could do it with anybody i.