My best friend, Doug, and I had plans to go away right after school ended. We had both landed summer jobs that started right after the July 4th holiday. That gave us about 10 days for some fun and we were really looking forward.
We had talked about hiking and camping and were trying to decide on the best location. Doug’s dad said we could take his car and thus save on plane or train tickets. But he said the gas was up to us.
We had settled on state park about 3 hours drive from us and reserved a camp site. I was trying to decide between renting tents and the like or if we should invest in our own. We were asking if we would like it and would do it again.
But three weeks before the trip our plans changed. Or I should say Doug changed. He had started dating this dynamite girl name Cheryl. They were seeing each other every chance they got—it blossomed pretty quickly into a hot and heavy affair.
I know this because Doug and I were best friends and used to hang out together all the time. Now sometimes it was the three of us together and sometimes they went out and I was on my own. But Doug and I still had our time together. And when we did, he seemed to mostly want to talk about Cheryl
Now, being his best bud and all, I was really happy for him. I was missing some of the time we used to have, but I was real glad he wanted to include me in sometimes when he and Cheryl were together.
But as I said, when we were alone he was often telling me about what he and Cheryl were up to. Now this usually meant where they went dancing and how smart she was, and they did homework together (like he and I used to do), but lately he also started hinting at some of the other activities.
It was just hints and I was kind of curious, and after all, we were best friends, so I just blurted out one day, so just how far had he gone with her. He sort of looked at me for a minute like he didn’t understand—he was just telling me about getting his dad’s car and going into the next town to this neat club.
Then he realized I wasn’t talking about distance and sort of smiled shyly at me and said she was really great. I asked, “How great, what have you done?” He said third base. Now I was pretty sure I knew what that meant—I thought it was like everything but doing it. But I didn’t really know what it entailed.
I had never really hung out much with a girl and I was curious. So I asked him for details. He thought about it for a bit and said, “Well, we’ve always shared everything haven’t we?” I nodded. And then sort of asked and stated, “You don’t have much experience with girls?” I said, “You know how much,” sort of peeved.
He said I shouldn’t get angry, he’ll tell me. Then he wanted to know how much detail I wanted, and before I could answer he said, “You just want to know…so I’ll tell you. But don’t tell Cheryl or anyone else—I’m not a braggart and don’t think it’s right to talk about this stuff, but you and I, that’s different.”
He then started telling how they felt really comfortable together even after the second date and when he took her home he leaned over to kiss her without even thinking about and she leaned into him and responded. He said he went home that night on cloud nine. I snickered and said, “You probably poked a whole through that cloud.”
He again smiled shyly, but said yes his hand was busy that night. And then he went on to tell me about them sitting close, and hugging each other, and necking, and how he had put his hand under her blouse, running his fingers up and down her back and kissing her neck. The next time he moved his hand to the front and she just lifted her shirt off and asked him to unclasp her bra. Doug had never done that before and was also really nervous about getting to see her, and he couldn’t do it and Cheryl just reached back and unhooked and took off her bra and they continued necking and he was petting her and she put her hand on his lap, and gently felt his boner. And then he stopped talking.
I said, “Don’t stop, what happened?” and he said it was really embarrassing but that he shot off in his pants, making a mess and he was really upset. But Cheryl was real sweet about it and glad that she made him so happy. And that ended that session.
And then he said, “So before I go on, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” This sort of got me nervous and I didn’t know why. But he went on and said that Cheryl had asked him what he was doing when school was over but before he started his summer job and he had told her about our plans and she asked if she could join in.
I was really surprised at this, and also kind of peeved that he hadn’t already told her—it was practically all I could think about. And when he didn’t continue I was nervous and said, “So what did you tell her?”
He looked at me a few minutes and then said the he told her he would ask me but also told her that we were best friends and had already made plans and he really loved her but did not think it was right to break plans with me. He said that Cheryl’s response was that she loved me and knew we were best friends and would never want to come between us, and that she said he just sort gently ask and if I wanted the time alone with him she understood and respected our friendship.
I thought that was really cool of her and even thought I was really looking forward to being alone with Doug I didn’t see how I could say no. Instead, I said that I was really glad they were so close and I liked her too and thought she was good for him and that they should go together and I would do something else.
He said no, don’t be silly, he understands and he’ll tell her no and we’ll go alone—it’ll be great fun to hang out together like old times. The ‘like old times’ really hit me—in two ways. First I was really missing those times, and second it made me realize how much he had changed and how important she was and that our friendship would always be there but would never be the same as it was. This just sort of all came over me in a rush and I needed time to think about it and I didn’t want to get into a debate with him. I said why don’t we just think about and we’ll talk tomorrow.
He said okay, why don’t we have dinner first and then we’ll go pick up Cheryl and with that we walked to the door and he went home. I went up to my room, put on some music and lay my bed, thinking about all he had just said. But the image that kept coming into my mind the most was the two of them holding each other and Cheryl putting her hand in his lap and him shooting off.
Without really even thinking about it I had pushed my pants down to my knees and was stroking away. I shot off almost immediately—maybe one of the fastest times for me. I didn’t even have a chance to grab a tissue or push my shirt up. Fortunately it was just an old tee.
Just then I heard a car pulling into the driveway and knew my mother was home. I jumped up and changed shirts and made myself presentable before going downstairs.
I helped my mom get dinner together and we were finishing with the table when my dad came home. We all sat down for dinner and my mother asked me what was wrong. I said nothing was wrong. She smiled and said okay and continued talking about this and that and then asked how Doug was.
I told her he was great and had been over earlier. She wanted to know why he didn’t stay for dinner and I said that I hadn’t asked her first and hadn’t really thought about it. She of course knew that was a lie, because Doug and I often stayed over at the other’s house for dinner and it was never a problem.
She then asked if we had made up our minds about the tent. I got all upset and said no and asked if I could leave the table. She said, “Of course honey, go ahead.”
My mom left me alone for about an hour and then knocked on the door. I was lying on my bed thinking about Doug and Cheryl and me and was kind of glad she came in. She asked if she could pull up and chair and I said sure and sat up against the head board and she said so what happened to the trip—did Doug cancel?
I said not really and she wanted to know what that meant and I told her what was going on with Cheryl and Doug and that they wanted the three of us to go. She sat there quietly for a few moments and then asked me how I felt about that.
I told her that I was really glad Cheryl and Doug wanted to include me but also really missed the alone time with Doug, and also didn’t want to intrude or be a third wheel.
She kissed me on the forehead and said that was very mature of me and she was very proud. She asked if I had spent much time with Cheryl and what was she like. I told her that often the three of us went out and it was really cool and we had a great time together. She suggested that I ask Doug if it was okay if I spent some time alone with Cheryl—so we could get to know each other a little better. I liked that idea a lot. Somehow it made me feel better immediately. When I thought about, I realized that if we go to know each other a little, then I wouldn’t feel like such a third wheel. And if Cheryl was that important to Doug, then it should be important to me to get to know her. I said this to my mom and she said that was great thinking and good luck, and go do your homework (said with a wink).
I got up and did some homework and then called Doug. He started apologizing the minute he answered the phone. I told him he had nothing to apologize for. He was a great friend and I knew it. I then told him since Cheryl was so important to him I wanted to get to know her better and did he mind if I called her to see if we could go for a bike ride or something and just spend some time together.
Doug jumped in and said a bike ride would be great and quickly I said I didn’t mean, and he said oh-you mean you and Cheryl. And I said very softly yes. There was a pause and he said you’re the greatest, that means a lot to me and started rattling off her number.
I asked him to call her first so it wouldn’t be weird, and told him I would call her around 9. He said fine and we hung up. I was feeling both nervous and glad. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to save my friendship with Doug and that was really important to me.
We had talked about hiking and camping and were trying to decide on the best location. Doug’s dad said we could take his car and thus save on plane or train tickets. But he said the gas was up to us.
We had settled on state park about 3 hours drive from us and reserved a camp site. I was trying to decide between renting tents and the like or if we should invest in our own. We were asking if we would like it and would do it again.
But three weeks before the trip our plans changed. Or I should say Doug changed. He had started dating this dynamite girl name Cheryl. They were seeing each other every chance they got—it blossomed pretty quickly into a hot and heavy affair.
I know this because Doug and I were best friends and used to hang out together all the time. Now sometimes it was the three of us together and sometimes they went out and I was on my own. But Doug and I still had our time together. And when we did, he seemed to mostly want to talk about Cheryl
Now, being his best bud and all, I was really happy for him. I was missing some of the time we used to have, but I was real glad he wanted to include me in sometimes when he and Cheryl were together.
But as I said, when we were alone he was often telling me about what he and Cheryl were up to. Now this usually meant where they went dancing and how smart she was, and they did homework together (like he and I used to do), but lately he also started hinting at some of the other activities.
It was just hints and I was kind of curious, and after all, we were best friends, so I just blurted out one day, so just how far had he gone with her. He sort of looked at me for a minute like he didn’t understand—he was just telling me about getting his dad’s car and going into the next town to this neat club.
Then he realized I wasn’t talking about distance and sort of smiled shyly at me and said she was really great. I asked, “How great, what have you done?” He said third base. Now I was pretty sure I knew what that meant—I thought it was like everything but doing it. But I didn’t really know what it entailed.
I had never really hung out much with a girl and I was curious. So I asked him for details. He thought about it for a bit and said, “Well, we’ve always shared everything haven’t we?” I nodded. And then sort of asked and stated, “You don’t have much experience with girls?” I said, “You know how much,” sort of peeved.
He said I shouldn’t get angry, he’ll tell me. Then he wanted to know how much detail I wanted, and before I could answer he said, “You just want to know…so I’ll tell you. But don’t tell Cheryl or anyone else—I’m not a braggart and don’t think it’s right to talk about this stuff, but you and I, that’s different.”
He then started telling how they felt really comfortable together even after the second date and when he took her home he leaned over to kiss her without even thinking about and she leaned into him and responded. He said he went home that night on cloud nine. I snickered and said, “You probably poked a whole through that cloud.”
He again smiled shyly, but said yes his hand was busy that night. And then he went on to tell me about them sitting close, and hugging each other, and necking, and how he had put his hand under her blouse, running his fingers up and down her back and kissing her neck. The next time he moved his hand to the front and she just lifted her shirt off and asked him to unclasp her bra. Doug had never done that before and was also really nervous about getting to see her, and he couldn’t do it and Cheryl just reached back and unhooked and took off her bra and they continued necking and he was petting her and she put her hand on his lap, and gently felt his boner. And then he stopped talking.
I said, “Don’t stop, what happened?” and he said it was really embarrassing but that he shot off in his pants, making a mess and he was really upset. But Cheryl was real sweet about it and glad that she made him so happy. And that ended that session.
And then he said, “So before I go on, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” This sort of got me nervous and I didn’t know why. But he went on and said that Cheryl had asked him what he was doing when school was over but before he started his summer job and he had told her about our plans and she asked if she could join in.
I was really surprised at this, and also kind of peeved that he hadn’t already told her—it was practically all I could think about. And when he didn’t continue I was nervous and said, “So what did you tell her?”
He looked at me a few minutes and then said the he told her he would ask me but also told her that we were best friends and had already made plans and he really loved her but did not think it was right to break plans with me. He said that Cheryl’s response was that she loved me and knew we were best friends and would never want to come between us, and that she said he just sort gently ask and if I wanted the time alone with him she understood and respected our friendship.
I thought that was really cool of her and even thought I was really looking forward to being alone with Doug I didn’t see how I could say no. Instead, I said that I was really glad they were so close and I liked her too and thought she was good for him and that they should go together and I would do something else.
He said no, don’t be silly, he understands and he’ll tell her no and we’ll go alone—it’ll be great fun to hang out together like old times. The ‘like old times’ really hit me—in two ways. First I was really missing those times, and second it made me realize how much he had changed and how important she was and that our friendship would always be there but would never be the same as it was. This just sort of all came over me in a rush and I needed time to think about it and I didn’t want to get into a debate with him. I said why don’t we just think about and we’ll talk tomorrow.
He said okay, why don’t we have dinner first and then we’ll go pick up Cheryl and with that we walked to the door and he went home. I went up to my room, put on some music and lay my bed, thinking about all he had just said. But the image that kept coming into my mind the most was the two of them holding each other and Cheryl putting her hand in his lap and him shooting off.
Without really even thinking about it I had pushed my pants down to my knees and was stroking away. I shot off almost immediately—maybe one of the fastest times for me. I didn’t even have a chance to grab a tissue or push my shirt up. Fortunately it was just an old tee.
Just then I heard a car pulling into the driveway and knew my mother was home. I jumped up and changed shirts and made myself presentable before going downstairs.
I helped my mom get dinner together and we were finishing with the table when my dad came home. We all sat down for dinner and my mother asked me what was wrong. I said nothing was wrong. She smiled and said okay and continued talking about this and that and then asked how Doug was.
I told her he was great and had been over earlier. She wanted to know why he didn’t stay for dinner and I said that I hadn’t asked her first and hadn’t really thought about it. She of course knew that was a lie, because Doug and I often stayed over at the other’s house for dinner and it was never a problem.
She then asked if we had made up our minds about the tent. I got all upset and said no and asked if I could leave the table. She said, “Of course honey, go ahead.”
My mom left me alone for about an hour and then knocked on the door. I was lying on my bed thinking about Doug and Cheryl and me and was kind of glad she came in. She asked if she could pull up and chair and I said sure and sat up against the head board and she said so what happened to the trip—did Doug cancel?
I said not really and she wanted to know what that meant and I told her what was going on with Cheryl and Doug and that they wanted the three of us to go. She sat there quietly for a few moments and then asked me how I felt about that.
I told her that I was really glad Cheryl and Doug wanted to include me but also really missed the alone time with Doug, and also didn’t want to intrude or be a third wheel.
She kissed me on the forehead and said that was very mature of me and she was very proud. She asked if I had spent much time with Cheryl and what was she like. I told her that often the three of us went out and it was really cool and we had a great time together. She suggested that I ask Doug if it was okay if I spent some time alone with Cheryl—so we could get to know each other a little better. I liked that idea a lot. Somehow it made me feel better immediately. When I thought about, I realized that if we go to know each other a little, then I wouldn’t feel like such a third wheel. And if Cheryl was that important to Doug, then it should be important to me to get to know her. I said this to my mom and she said that was great thinking and good luck, and go do your homework (said with a wink).
I got up and did some homework and then called Doug. He started apologizing the minute he answered the phone. I told him he had nothing to apologize for. He was a great friend and I knew it. I then told him since Cheryl was so important to him I wanted to get to know her better and did he mind if I called her to see if we could go for a bike ride or something and just spend some time together.
Doug jumped in and said a bike ride would be great and quickly I said I didn’t mean, and he said oh-you mean you and Cheryl. And I said very softly yes. There was a pause and he said you’re the greatest, that means a lot to me and started rattling off her number.
I asked him to call her first so it wouldn’t be weird, and told him I would call her around 9. He said fine and we hung up. I was feeling both nervous and glad. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to save my friendship with Doug and that was really important to me.
