Innocent til Proven Guilty- Maybe?? Pt I

One of the dangers of more than two pairs of panties/boxers hitting the floor at the same time and place...

~~Part I~~

~~ The Usual, Stereotypical Suspects~~

Jason had recently returned from his single military tour to his home state. He vacationed for a few months, rebuilding his old high-school ‘67 Dodge while staying with his parents. While he was in the service, his parents had moved into a new home in a nearby town, and rented out his childhood home, which was out in the woods, near a tiny town that consisted of a post office, gas station, and grocery store. Sadly, the recent renters were awful and had to be evicted, plus, they'd neglected the property, and vindictively destroyed the house during the eviction. So, Jason moved back into his old home, and began the lengthy process of repairs to bring it back to its former glory, and rentability. This also put him closer to many of his old friends, most of which didn't even know he was back home yet. This included Curt, one of his longest and closest childhood friends.

One afternoon, he found the time to visit Curt’s house to reconnect. When Jason arrived at Curt’s house, unannounced, as a suprise, he met Marissa, Curts girlfriend. She was friendly, and well put together. Jason noticed the predatory gleam in her eyes the moment she answered the door, but nothing was said. He got the synopsis of Curts life from her that he'd missed while away. Curt had in fact become an EMT like he'd dreamed, before switching focus, and becoming a sheriffs deputy. Somewhere along the line, Curt had poached Marissa from her stripper career in a faraway city up north, and she'd been living with him for a year or so. When Curt finally got home, they had a joyous reunion, and a great night of telling stories and catching up, into the wee hours.

Over the next few weeks, the three of them hanging out became a thing. They spent many evenings together at Curt’s house, enjoying movies, games, drinking, and storytelling. Marissa’s occaisional, subtle flirts towards Jason were seemingly unnoticed by Curt, but not lost on Jason, who ignored them as best he could.

One evening, after some games, and a record-breaking amount of drinking, Marissas flirtation and suggestive comments reached a new level- one that couldnt possibly have gone unnoticed. The looks on Curts face made it clear they hadnt. Later that night, Marissa retreated to the bedroom, with Curt in tow, and they spent a while behind the closed door. Jason, sure that they were having the expected argument, waited anxiously, worried about emerging drama. Being in no shape to drive home, he would be stuck in the middle of it, with no escape.

When Marissa emerged from the bedroom, Jason was stunned. She sauntered out, dressed in nothing but very seductive, lacy black and red lingerie and towering high heels. The sheer and lace material left little to the imagination. Before he could say anything, she glided over, sat on the back of the couch, wrapped her arms around him, and purred in his ear, "let's have a new kind of fun tonight baby!". He realized that, behind the door, Marissa had been trying to convince Curt to indulge her with a threesome, and suceeded. Despite his initial resistance, Jason was drawn in by Marissa's raw sexuality. His objections were softened by the alcohol, and quickly became half hearted at best. A hundred ran through his mind, but he struggled to put even one into a cohesive sentence. Her body, inches away, mostly revealed. The warmth of her touch. The sexy lingerie. Her lips on his neck. Even the strong scent of her just-applied perfume. They all conspired to eliminate his objections... successfully.

Marissa led Jason into the bedroom. The night unfolded into a classic threesome, with Marissa's pleasure becoming the focus of both men. Although it started pretty awkwardly, they all silently navigated through it. Quickly, it was clear that Marissa was much more focused on Jason, who was more experienced and better equipped to fulfill her desires, but all manner of positions and combinations were experimented with, and somehow, it became reasonably successful, with Marissa cumming time and time again. Jason's skills and size overshadowed Curt's, and he dominated the nights inflicted-orgasm scoreboard. But regardless, it seemed as if everyone had a great time. Exhausted, they eventually fell asleep in a jumbled heap.

Later, disentangling herself, Marissa slipped from the bed, and silently jostled Jason, pulling him up and out into the hall. Not fully awake, Jason gave no resistance to Marissa as she pulled him down to the floor, on top of, and then, inside her. She had already come once, and he was about to, deep inside, before he realized they were stifling each others moans, and that they, more importantly, were creating a secret.

After getting a bit more sleep, then leaving Curt and Marissa's home in the faintest first glow of dawn, Jason wrestled with a gnawing sense of regret. The exhilaration of the evening had quickly faded, replaced by a deeper unease. What had started as an awkward, but consensual exploration of desires now felt like a betrayal. The hallway encounter, while maybe, technically, an extension of their earlier activities, seemed like a dirty secret. And a betrayal. It weighed on him, making him question himself about the boundaries he might have crossed.

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