Up until the day Lanie came home, me and Fay had sex practically every day, and my life couldn’t have been better. We would sit outside, listen to music, maybe get something to eat, and then, when we were sure everyone was asleep, we would sneak into each other’s houses and fuck. It was a hell of a summer, and I was enjoying every minute of it. That is, until Lanie came home form her grandparents.

I told Fay that we couldn’t have sex anymore now that Lanie was back, and she agreed, but we still remained friends, and luckily for me, Lanie and Fay seemed to really hit it off when I introduced them. But my conscience was still filled with guilt, and everyday, I felt as though I was the scum of the earth, and so I treated Lanie as nicely as possible, and didn’t try to do anything with her until she was ready to jump back into our old routine.

That night my Dad and step-mom were going up to Santa Fe for their anniversary, Adele was at a friends house, and my younger brother was away at camp. So, once I had the house to myself, I called Lanie to come over.

“Miles, something seems to be different with you?” Lanie asked.

“It’s nothing, Lanie”, I lied.

“Well I think that there is something….actually, Miles…I have to tell you something…”, Lanie said, in a rather depressed way.

“What?”

“In Colorado, I-well-I really missed having you around to-you know- finger me, and I met this one boy, and we kinda…he kinda…we didn’t have sex, but…”

My heart rose, Lanie had cheated on me! Though I would never ever tell her about Fay, her new friend, I did feel much better about the whole situation for all the wrong reasons.

“Don’t worry about it”, I said, putting my arm around her, “We all make mistakes”

“I know”, she continued, “And that’s why I forgive you for messing around with Fay”

“What!” I yelped, turning quickly to look at Lanie.

“Chill, she told me about her and you fooling around.